[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] 22 - North of Tennis court --> Corner of Tennis court
[color=662d91]Skills: [/color]Axe-fighting[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander wasn't sure on whether Thana was ignoring his request to a radio-check with the other team, either as a "No" or that he was stupid for asking, or if he had simply whispered the request all too quietly for her to actually hear it. He could see all three possibilities as reasonable, because he was already used to being told to shut up and listen way back when he had a field-radio strapped on his sorry back. As he followed a little ways behind Thana, slower and slower for every step, he pulled out his radio and considered doing it anyway. Informing the Kiwi that they were heading...somewhere could help them not get shot at by the TANK. Then again, who knew if they were being listened to?

When Alexander looked up from his radio, Thana was gone. Not totally gone, just a fair distance in front of him across some open ground between the trees. Typical, he was lagging behind. But as he put away his radio again, he looked up to catch sight of bad news; two Edenites, looking as if they were on their way towards his two T's. [color=662d91]"...Shit..."[/color] Alexander swore under his breath. He had to act fast, but how? He held the Colt 1911 in his hand, ready to drop the charlies faster than a speeding MIG. But that was loud, perhaps loud enough to take attention away from the TANK and onto them, which was bad. 

Alexander holstered his gun and swung the axe off his shoulder, gripping it tightly in his dirtied hands as he took a step towards the two charlies. In his head, he tried to be as quiet as a VC-guerrilla or Thalia herself, hoping to get the jump on them before they could spot him. The element of surprise, use it wi...

If either of the T's had been there, the vet was certain they would have collectively shoved their faces into their palms in despair. Not only did he step on a branch, but the biggest and loudest branch in a ten-mile radius, easily catching the attention of the Edenites. He couldn't hear if or what they said or shouted, being too busy hearing Sergeant Jackson tell him he was "...a piece of useless Yankee city trash who was going to get us all killed!" in his head. The element of surprise was gone, but the Edenites remained. So Alexander did the only thing a reasonable and good grunt would do. 

He charged. 

Holding his axe above is head, the vet rushed out from the trees towards the Edenite furthest west. It could have been either a comedic sight seeing the old man running with an axe over his head like a looney forester, or quite frightening as he was running straight for a kill. Alexander, not having time to think of the bullets that would certainly fly in his general direction, ran as fast as he could and swung the axe as hard as he could down at the one Edenite the last second. The first strike cleaved the axe head into the right shoulder, possibly disconnecting the shoulder bones from the arm and tendons. The Edenite screamed in pain as the vet came in for another strike, driving the axe into the side of his stomach and forcing the man to the ground, before Alexander planted the last blow straight to his head. 

Alexander looked from the first Edenite and up to the other, perhaps shocked by the whole scene with Alexander holding an bloody axe in his hands, stuck in the poor man's head. The vet, not done yet, tried to pull the axe out of the first Edenites head to strike at the other one. But the blood made it slippery, and when he initially pulled it, it slipped out of his hands and flew away. Straight forward. Into the Edenite's face. The two stood at a stand-off for a few seconds, before the Edenite slumped forward dead. If he wasn't dead, it sure as hell had to be painful. Alexander slowly comprehended what had just happened, and was unsure of whether he was impressed by it, or frightened. But with no time to dwell on the present, the vet pulled the axe out of the Edenite's face, quickly brushed some of the blood off the axe on their clothes, and beelined back to Thana and Thalia. 

Breathing a little heavier again, he approached the treeline where he thought the T-duo were and croached down alongside them. [color=662d91]"Want me...to call up...Kiwi now?"[/color] Alexander asked in-between his breathing, as the adrenaline from the small skirmish was starting to wear off.