Rustling in the woods felt like I needed to spray my T-SMGS in an arc, from forward to side to side as I moved forward. I began to run on full-automatic gun-fire. That hid my position, but my approach was not halted when my bullets were done I Zmijad forward, using all pretense of Viper as a safety no longer, exposing myself to the open street like a true Polish Warrior in enemy lands - the Zmija Ranger, not Viper Ranger. When I got out though, for what Viper was in me for having learned English thus far I flung both Thompson-SMGs at my nearest opponents. There weren't any, so the T-SMGs just rebounded off the grass their vectors. 

I had an open view of the City now. I slithered forward towards the darkness of the shadows that crept up the architecture, all too well experienced from lights and open areas already, planning to treasury them with combat, when or if it should try itself.