Overhearing the shots that were being fired behind him, It was safe to assume he might just get away with his make-shift decoy.

Within the last few meters of the safe cover or the abandoned car was a moment of dread. 
[b]BANG![/b] 

A bullet slides through Lukas's left shoulder. His forward momentum was enough to leave his body behind the abandoned cover, yet the bullet had grased across his left shoulder like a knife through hot butter!

[B] "!!!"[/B]

He couldn't scream. Dragging himself against the back passenger door the the vehicle and resting his back, slowly he brings his right hand to the wound. Although it wasn't deep, the impact would clearly effect his co-ordination of his left body. Thankfully, he happened to be right handed.
[b]"Only thing I need with my left hand is the Bayonet"[/b] He thought.

Pulling out a hip-flask and promptly soaking the wound with a powerful Vodka, no doubt acquired from the Russian front, Lukas lets out a silent groan that could be mistaken for a deep exhale. Without a bulky Rifle or any excess ammunition to slow him down, he felt more comfortable with his surroundings. "Ahh..."
Although the situation seemed to be against him, Lukas had a calm mind and the battlefield advantage. Everything he could knew could save his life, from the fact that the Pharmacist that used to work at his old hiding spot liked to throw away expired painkillers into the trash, all the way to local kids who used to hide switch-blades behind the bakery only a few feet away....

It didn't seem like he could make it out in one piece. Whoever this Sniper was, they wern't going to let him walk away, even though Lukas didn't want to kill anyone. This sunk into his mind.[b] "It's me, or him"[/b]