[color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 1: 21:32:05
Babuskha's House (Oksana's Grandmother)
Somewhere outside the village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia

Magazines: Loaded[/b][/i][/h3][/center][/color][center][b][h3][i]Borys Skala[/i][/h3][/b][/center][hr]
Borys had to laugh, as it appeared the seer who could see alternate futures had never before encountered an eventuality where he wasn't an absolute prick. Then again, maybe it wasn't so weird, all he really knew about her Craft was 'Sana tells you not to step in stupid places.' nor have they ever worked together.

[hr][color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 2: 00:23:02
Grestin Monastery,
Somewhere overlooking the the village of Pristupin,
Libor Province,
Republic of Polavia[/b][/i][/h3][/center][/color][center][b][h3][i]Borys Skala[/i][/h3][/b][/center][hr]
Borys was indeed ‘at all angles’ as he seemingly walked in every direction but perpendicular to the rest of the formation, quietly thankful for the forest being dense enough that there typically was a tree he could steady himself against without stopping.

[quote]”You don't need to spot. It's a vessel, no idea how it performs on drunk people, but hopefully you won't puke, and you might see a little bit forwards when in combat. Lose it, I'll fucking actually foresee you getting shot. By me. I've not had a problem that hasn't been fixed by 762 by 54 millimetre yet no matter how many beers someone slugs.”[/quote]
“I heard that you were charming, Butterfly, but the stories did not do it justice.” He chuckled flatly, interrupted mid-sentence by a drunken hiccup, aware he was probably about to get elbowed, and accepted the binoculars.

And that was a mistake.

Borys was immediately overcome with the feeling of a giant wringing vodka out of his brain while kicking him in the stomach, and among all that, what he for some reason recognized as Oksana elbowing him in the face after a drunken comment about ‘her attitude possibly being fixed by 16 centimeters’ he did not remember even thinking about. Seeing himself throwing up from the sensation threatened to be a self-fulfilling prophecy, were it not for the fact that something he saw in the premonitions punched through the haze over his mind.
“We just had cabbage soup and vareniki. Why am I throwing up [i]just[/i] the semechki from the pub?” Borys groaned quietly, a completely mad string of words Oksana would understand perfectly nonetheless. “I think I understand the ketamine now.” He continued, finally stabilizing himself. He took a look through the rangefinder and spat on the ground as soon as he clocked the insignia. He completely understood where Roxie was coming from. In fact, that was why he had to agree with Felix. “No. Too quick for him, he deserves as he gives.” He knew better than trying to apply reason to an angry Polavian woman, but revenge? That could work. “Good thing Rowan brought a car, that takes care of the car battery and jumper cables.”

“You have an admirer.” Borys said in Oksana’s direction, expecting the Polavian secret police to be after a Polavian who emigrated.
“Or not…” He had to correct himself not long after. “Has anyone else committed something atrocious that angry people might want you for that you want to come clean about? Small genocide here, a bit of stealing from the mob on the side, using 20 year old cognac for sauce? No one?”

Borys reached forward and cupped his hand over the muzzle of Oksana’s SVU, being sober enough to know he was sober enough for that to turn his hand into meat confetti if she fired. But he never saw that happen - whether it was because Oksana wouldn’t do it or if he just wasn’t using her vessel right was in the stars though. “Let them fight, then finish off the survivors.”

Or not, hostiles approaching them making the situation that had been sort of manageable until then a complete shitshow.

[quote]”I've got the two approaching the walls in front of Felix and Rowan. Can you get the group right? Without gathering collateral our team? Spoiler alert. You can.”[/quote]
Borys had already taken a swig of the wine for good luck and good measure, Svetlana at the ready as he took two attempts and a few seconds to stand up before charging out of their hiding place.

“FUCK OFF, KURWA, WE’RE HAVING A MOMENT HERE!”

The slurred war cry echoed around the area as Borys headed to an outcropping of rocks, not to take cover but to use for support. The sharp bark of AKs coincided with a pair of hammers slamming into his side plate, the impact barely felt in his state except for toppling him over mid-stride. That turned out to be worse for the PSA goons than Borys, since he sprayed a wide arc as he fell, forcing those among them still alive to hit the ground and stop shooting, giving the team an opening and Borys time to pick himself back up and stumble over to the rocks, still yelling drunken expletives to try to draw attention to himself while Oksana’s vessel gave him just enough of a heads up to turn into or away from incoming fire, spreading the bullet impacts somewhat evenly across his ballistic plates.