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Mako Torriblaidd
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Gunfire echoed in the streets, the ground rumbled as a panzer rolled passed. Dariusz sighed, peeking out of the window of the confined basement his group had holed up in for the night. He clutched his weapon in hand, a jackboot passing right before his eyes. A slight frown rested upon his lips while he stepped away, pressing his back to the wall. "We wait for the division to pass and then we move... we should have prepared an ambush..." He grumbled, annoyed. His green eyes darted to his comrades, a small smile on his lips, at least glad that they had gotten into shelter before the division came through.
"Alice, you and Lanaeus go up to the attic and look around, see how much longer we have... Alfons, set up in the livingroom and watch the door, anything comes through kill it. Constantine, you have the back door, same orders." His voice was cold and certain, ready to turn this home into a fortress if he had to. A real Pavlov if need be. "I don't want to have the Wermacht march in and find us all in a basement... now go!" He ordered, turning to look back out the window as a halftrack rumbled down the road.
"Alice, you and Lanaeus go up to the attic and look around, see how much longer we have... Alfons, set up in the livingroom and watch the door, anything comes through kill it. Constantine, you have the back door, same orders." His voice was cold and certain, ready to turn this home into a fortress if he had to. A real Pavlov if need be. "I don't want to have the Wermacht march in and find us all in a basement... now go!" He ordered, turning to look back out the window as a halftrack rumbled down the road.