Reinhilde watched and waited as the mortar shell came down, inevitably, perfectly at the intended aimed space. The group were quick witted enough to avoid getting bombed into oblivion, which meant this wasn’t going to be an effortless endeavor on her part. Of course, it wouldn’t be as fun if they just all up and died at the first shot either, would it? 

She immediately got to work picking out her next target and adjusting the aim of her second mortar cannon. None of them scattered together in a group, so instead she had to prioritize the best way to cripple them and it wasn’t a hard choice to make. One of them was carrying a rather large crate, something he brought with him when he took cover in a ditch. Clearly it was important, likely supplies of some kind. Well they couldn’t retake this encampment from her if they didn’t have the supplies to do it, no they couldn’t! Those Nazi scum would perish, or lose their motivation and leave!

[i][B]BOOM![/B] Shooooooooooooooo-[/i] went the second mortar, exploding into the air and arcing perfectly at her next target. The man would be at a huge disadvantage, being both in a ditch and trying to protect that crate.