11 April 1442, Late Evening - East Woods, Crimson Force
The veterans rangers of Crimson Force didn't need to be told what to do. Every man fired only one or two shots before moving to another position, always closer to the enemy and around his flanks. The fire was sporadic, but as the noose drew ever tighter, Blue Theta - outnumbered and with their surprise gone - had more than enough to deal with.
Barker saw the team lead take a hit. No good staying here. "Pull back!" he shouted as he ran, wondering how many of his teammates were still 'alive' to hear it. Turning to glance over his shoulder, he tripped over a root and fell, trampling enough leaves to alert the entire Company of his position. He crept away silently until he found an adequate hiding position behind a shrub and let his breath catch up with him. Looking back at where he tripped, he thought, Maybe I can get a couple when they follow all that noise I made.
Someone tapped his shoulder and Barker spun around. Pierce was standing over him, with an arrow in his hand, and touched it to his forehead. "Tag, you're out."
***
Irkut gathered what was left of Crimson Force around him. Down to a dozen men and what have we accomplished? If this was a real battle... "Our job was to distract the enemy and coax him away from the objective, but he didn't fall for it. What now?" The question was directed to Pierce.
The Scotsman was silent for a moment. "It's a hard decision. The rest of our team is depending on us to do our part. But if we can't do it in the first place, and this was the real thing, there would be little point in risking our lives further. Really, it's up to you."
Irkut frowned. He didn't like the thought of having his men's lives in his hands. "If they are depending on us, we'll keep trying. Let's give them something they can't ignore."
***
Later, The Clearing
Crimson Force crept forward. "Close enough?" Irkut asked Pierce and received a nod in reply. "Go ahead." The team spread out in a semi-circle to cover their flanks and then Pierce went into his routine.
"Hey, Sergio!" A volley of arrows and bolts was the only response. "Sergio!" More missiles followed, and Red Team started firing back, but from somewhere in The Clearing, someone shouted a reply.
"Yeah?!"
"You have a sister named Maria, right?!" Pierce could sense Blue Team members moving to outflank them.
"Of course, I told you last week!"
Irkut felt it was getting too hot and signaled a small retreat. After running to a new hiding place, Pierce rejoined the conversation. "Dark hair, Mediterranean features, about twenty?!"
"Yeah?!" The voice was closer now. Some of them are following, at least.
"Aye, she's quite a girl. I wish I had more of my pay left. She would only let me have a few hours last night, but she was worth every coin!" Bolts were now landing around Pierce every few seconds.
"Screw you, sir!"
"That's exactly what I wanted, but she said I had to pay up front first!" Irkut signalled another dash backwards.
The veterans rangers of Crimson Force didn't need to be told what to do. Every man fired only one or two shots before moving to another position, always closer to the enemy and around his flanks. The fire was sporadic, but as the noose drew ever tighter, Blue Theta - outnumbered and with their surprise gone - had more than enough to deal with.
Barker saw the team lead take a hit. No good staying here. "Pull back!" he shouted as he ran, wondering how many of his teammates were still 'alive' to hear it. Turning to glance over his shoulder, he tripped over a root and fell, trampling enough leaves to alert the entire Company of his position. He crept away silently until he found an adequate hiding position behind a shrub and let his breath catch up with him. Looking back at where he tripped, he thought, Maybe I can get a couple when they follow all that noise I made.
Someone tapped his shoulder and Barker spun around. Pierce was standing over him, with an arrow in his hand, and touched it to his forehead. "Tag, you're out."
***
Irkut gathered what was left of Crimson Force around him. Down to a dozen men and what have we accomplished? If this was a real battle... "Our job was to distract the enemy and coax him away from the objective, but he didn't fall for it. What now?" The question was directed to Pierce.
The Scotsman was silent for a moment. "It's a hard decision. The rest of our team is depending on us to do our part. But if we can't do it in the first place, and this was the real thing, there would be little point in risking our lives further. Really, it's up to you."
Irkut frowned. He didn't like the thought of having his men's lives in his hands. "If they are depending on us, we'll keep trying. Let's give them something they can't ignore."
***
Later, The Clearing
Crimson Force crept forward. "Close enough?" Irkut asked Pierce and received a nod in reply. "Go ahead." The team spread out in a semi-circle to cover their flanks and then Pierce went into his routine.
"Hey, Sergio!" A volley of arrows and bolts was the only response. "Sergio!" More missiles followed, and Red Team started firing back, but from somewhere in The Clearing, someone shouted a reply.
"Yeah?!"
"You have a sister named Maria, right?!" Pierce could sense Blue Team members moving to outflank them.
"Of course, I told you last week!"
Irkut felt it was getting too hot and signaled a small retreat. After running to a new hiding place, Pierce rejoined the conversation. "Dark hair, Mediterranean features, about twenty?!"
"Yeah?!" The voice was closer now. Some of them are following, at least.
"Aye, she's quite a girl. I wish I had more of my pay left. She would only let me have a few hours last night, but she was worth every coin!" Bolts were now landing around Pierce every few seconds.
"Screw you, sir!"
"That's exactly what I wanted, but she said I had to pay up front first!" Irkut signalled another dash backwards.