[center][h3][color=a0410d][b]Luke Godfrey

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Luke gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his rifle as Jean gave his orders to secure the building, the stinging pain in his cheek only growing by the second and adding more fuel to his frustrated anger. As Jean finished his orders with the order to kill their enemies however they could Luke only nodded in approval. [color=a0410d]“Sounds good to me, I’ll use my teeth if I have to!” [/color]he spat before looking to Franz as he called for him to move with him. He narrowed his eyes as he was called a swine and quickly moved beside him. [color=a0410d]“Just don’t get in my way, I’m not about to waste any bullets,” [/color]he stated before the two of them engaged their first enemy. It felt like it happened so fast as Franz dispatched the first Imperial that was unlucky enough to be in their path. 

Without sparing any time on the collapsed body Luke looked to Franz who just barely avoided a flying bullet from around the corner and smirked in amusement at the look on his face. [color=a0410d]“So close but just no- hey!” [/color]he blurted out just before Franz charged into the room head first with an enraged look in his eyes. [color=a0410d]“Son of a bitch,” [/color]Luke muttered before following in after him just in time to see a larger Imp soldier lung at him with a knife to his throat. Falling into action Luke raised his rifle, took in a deep breath and pulled the trigger. His round flew through the air and tore through the man’s throat, earning him a quick yelp of pain before he collapsed to the floor choking on his own blood while clasping his throat in desperation. Luke’s eyes widen at the sight of his deed, but his mind was quickly torn back to reality as the sound of gunfire from outside snapped him out of it. 

Leaving the Imp soldier to bleed out on the floor Luke stepped over him and followed Franz into the next room, rifle at the ready as Franz called out enemies to the left. [color=a0410d]“I see the fu-GAH!”[/color] he yelped as he was yanked down next to Franz behind the flipped table. Just as he was about to complain to his comrade a hail of bullets silenced his mouth and gritted his teeth just as the fire dulled. As Franz returned fire, taking down an Imp on his side, Luke peaked out of his cover to see a decent group of Imps pushing on his side. Not wasting a second he fired a few rounds just as Franz fell back into cover to reload and rolled his eyes as he called them out. [color=a0410d]“Yeah I see the bastards! KInda hard to miss em!”[/color] he shouted back before firing another round towards the four on his side, forcing them to fall back into cover a bit and slowing their advance slightly. As he fired his last round and went to reload he watched as Franz charged out of his cover to take on the Imps on his side. [color=a0410d]“Yeah no that’s cool, just leave me here!” [/color]he called out just as a bullet crashed into the side of his cover, earning a growl of anger from Luke as he loaded a fresh round and popped out of cover. [color=a0410d]“Four against one is totally fucking fine!” [/color]he barked before pulling the trigger, planting his bullet within the chest of an Imp as he tried to advance. With a cry of pain he crumpled to the ground and was officially out of the is fight. 

[color=a0410d]“Okay, three against one is better I guess,” [/color]he mused aloud before quickly changing targets and letting another round tear through the air. To his annoyance though his shot missed slightly and the Imps began to return a hail of fire onto him. He ducked back into cover just in time and gave a quick shout of frustration. He was always a great shot in basic, but now that he had to dodge someone else's bullets it wasn’t so easy to land a hit. As he emerged from his cover again he saw one of the Imp rifleman attempt to move to Franz’s side to help on the right and knew that wasn’t an option. With a quick breath he fired his rifle and winced as the soldier let out high pitched cry of pain as Luke’s bullet blew out his right knee cap. He tumbled to the ground and tried to quickly scramble to cover, but with another round to the side of his dome he fell motionlessly to the floor. 

[color=9e0b0f]“Bastard!”[/color] an Imp soldier roared before he rose from his cover to fire frantically at Luke, the thirst for blood clear in his eyes. Luke gritted his teeth as he felt a bullet whizz by his head and quickly set his sights on the man before releasing another round into his shoulder. He gasped in shock before falling to his knees grasping his wounded shoulder. Just as another round was ready to put an end to him Luke’s attention was taken away from the fight and to Franz as he barked orders towards the Imperials to lower their weapons. A flash of annoyance mixed with anger covered Luke's face as his comrade demanded for them to stop and unknowingly lowered his rifle for a moment. 

[color=a0410d]“Eh! Are you stupid!? Just kill them a-”[/color] before he could finish an Imp threw a bloodied knife at the bottom of Franz’s feet before charging forward with intent to kill. [color=a0410d]“Damn it!” [/color]he spat in annoyance as he turned his rifle onto the man, though before he could take him down two enraged shouts from his left remind him of his owns threats and snapped his rifle back towards his opponents who were now only a few mere feet away. Franticly Luke fired his rifle and widened his eyes in surprise as he managed to hit his target, making a new hole between a young Imps confused, dull eyes. As the enemies body crashed to the floor his motionless corps rammed into Luke cover, clearing it from the remaining Imp soldier he had failed to finish off. [color=a0410d]“Bastard!” [/color]he cried as he frantically attempted to load another round, but unfortunately his efforts was met with his enemy barreling into him and sending the two crashing to the floor, sending his rifle sliding across the room and out of reach. 

Luke’s mind became a bit cloudy as he hit his head against the hard floor, but his senses were brought back as the intense stinging pain from his face was brought back to life by the Imperial soldiers enraged punch. As the pain of his wound only grew worse by the second, small cuts from the glass now widening and the splinters being smashed even deeper into his flesh, Luke let out feral like growl of rage as he Lunged upward and smashed his head against his opponent. It did little but cause even more pain since both of them wore helmets, but within that second as the two met each others gazes nothing else needed to be said. Both wore enraged expressions, their teeth clenched to the point they would surely crack from the pressure and their veins ready to burst from the adrenalin and finally their eyes that could only belong to bloodthirsty, wild animals. 

[color=a0410d]“Die!”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]“Die!” [/color]

With both demanding for the others death they begin to deliver several savage blows wherever they could land them. To the ribs, gut, jaw, they even began to bite any kind of flesh that was close enough. Though both soldiers were dealing great damage, Luke was still in trouble as the Imperial soldier above him wouldn't let him get up. With an enraged grunt Luke managed to get his leg free and kicked his opponent off of him, sending him falling backwards with a gasp. Not wasting a beat Luke ripped his bayonet from its holster and lunged for the man with a guttural cry of hatred and exhaustion. Imp nearly managed to pull his knife free to defend himself, but froze in shock as cold metal slipped through his flesh and punctured his heart. Luke, now above his enemy, stared down at him panting in exhaustion. The two kept each others gazes as they both knew this was the end, but with whatever strength the nameless Imperial soldier could muster he did something that will forever boggle Luke's mind. He smiled. [color=9e0b0f]“W-well, that’s u-unfortunate,” [/color]he weakly chuckled before the last bit of light left his eyes. Luke stared at the lifeless body for a few silent seconds, paralyzed in confusion and left over adrenaline. 

Now with his victory official Luke tore his bayonet free from the man and took in huge gulps of air. Luke's eyes were finally taken away from his fallen opponent as Franz spoke up about the windows and nodded in agreement before running to the door of the room, snatching up his rifle in the process. Sticking out of the doorway Luke took a deep breath and shouted his report. [color=a0410d]“Report! Room secured, no casualties! Will be pushing on to clear the remaining rooms!”[/color] he shouted before falling to his knee as a bullet from outside crashed into the doorframe above him. [color=a0410d]“Son of a bitch!” [/color]he cursed in anger before quickly making his way to Franz. He almost slammed into the wall next to him before sliding down to the floor with his head hung low. [color=a0410d]“Shit, we got more rooms to clear don’t we?” [/color]he muttered as he took off his helmet and ran his fingers through his short, messy hair.[color=a0410d] “What a pain,” [/color]he complained before looking to Franz as he offered a smoke. He thought for a moment, it sound nice for the moment, but knowing their was more fighting in the nearby rooms he shook his head and scoffed. [color=a0410d]“I can barely breath now as it is, I’ll choke to death before we even get in the next room,”[/color] he chuckled weakly, wincing at a sudden sting of pain in his now bloodier cheek. 

Luke let out a small sigh as Franz finally began to speak again and nodded as he flipped over a dead Imp rifleman, digging for ammo. He looked over to the dead shock trooper and spotted a nice little treat on his belt. [color=a0410d]“Well, well well, looks like this Imp knew about my birthday!”[/color] he chuckled as he made his way to the corps. With a smirk of satisfaction he freed a grenade from the Imperial and held back a laugh. [color=a0410d]“Three days early, but hey I’m not complaining,” [/color]he stated before gathering a little more ammo. As he dug within a young Imps pockets for anything else useful he spotted something shiny on his finger. A golden ring with three diamonds rested on the man's wedding finger. With a brief moment of sadness for the man's poor luck Luke pulled the ring from his hand and dropped it into his back pocket. Might as well get something valuable out of all this. 

With enough ammo for another breach, a new Imperial grenade and a bit more air in his lungs Luke was ready for the next room. As Franz patted his shoulder and declared ready to move on Luke nodded and fell in behind him. [color=a0410d]“Lead the way Darcsen,” [/color]he stated with a chuckle. Though before they left the room Luke spared the last Imperial he had killed a look and furrowed his brow, an uneasy feeling gripping him as he remembered his final moments. With one final shutter he moved on, ready to put more Imps down.

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