MassasaugaEvan's Post
"I." *Crack* "AM NOT." *CrackCrack* "A RIFLEMAN!!!" *CrackCrack-PING!* Evan spoke between shots, as he emptied the magazine of his service rifle in the general direction of the scout. Predictably he had missed every shot, but Stichler had managed to score a few hits, finishing the job for him. When Sergeant Harald rallied up the group to make a final attack on the trio of Squad Six's remaining soldiers, he reluctantly left the machine gun behind and joined in with them. Again, his lack of skill with a rifle prevented him from actually hitting any of the troops, but the addition of one more person to the firing line helped suppress them long enough for other (more competent) members to flank around and deal with them.
As the training exercise came to a close, Evan dusted himself off, collected his gear, and smiled. This had been a good mission. "Nicely done, Darcsen. We finally beat the bastards!"