[b][u][i][color=9e0b0f]Hans[/color][/i][/u][/b]

TIME : Dawn
Location : Road North of the Moon Elf Forest
Interactions : Ilan [@dreamingflowers]

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"Klopfe noch einmal, und die Wut des Reiches wird über dich kommen!" Yelled out a tired and gruff voice from inside. Thee was a hint of Youthfulness. 

"Or if you are American or British dog of war, I surrender! I only have knife my machine gun is broken. I am the commander of this two hundred and seventeenth tank of the battalion. I am nineteen and i will tell you everything once I have food and water. And away from the Soviet bear... I'd rather endure your torture then to fall into their hands. " The voice would say once more.

"I would give you my personal arm but I have seemed to misplace it as well."

Hans was gripping his knife inside, he pulled all of his things into a single bag more or less to use as a blunt weapon of some sorts once he felt ready to jump out and attack.

The young frail boy leaped from the turret and fell flat on his face groaning, if there wasn't so much padding on him he would probably have broken a rib or something. He smelled horrid, like burn flesh, human excrment and war. His clothing which was too small for him and made him look like a German dancer with the tights was in tatters and the bag he held in one hand was bulging with items including a breif case with his formal uniform, cap and insignia. As if he was in another country trying to hide who he was. 

There was a black knife with the blade out in the other hand, this hand was bandaged, red and brown stains in it.

"Fur... Fuck, it's a slav." He mumbled out softly, "Töte mich, and destroy what is left of my memory." He muttered staring at the turrets grey and black. He looked at the numbers on the stuff and insignia. "And do it quick... Your dog master has decided to put a bounty on man's head..."