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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Fiadh had been ordered to a position on the eastern most portion of the western group. It was a good call, she thought.<br/>
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Winter would be looking for a covered and possibly concealed position to provide pinpoint covering fire and perhaps the elimination of a high value target. If she was needing 'ragnaid' (or the training equivalent), Fiadh might need to be directed to find her. Lilith, the Lancer, was the member farthest to the west and Fiadh would run her ass off to get to the Lancer if she were wounded. Their Scout, Sabine, was just a little east of Lilith and Saski, the ShockTrooper, was between Fiadh and Lilith. On Fiadh's right, to the east, was their eastern team and Fiadh could pivot to aid them if somehow things on that side of the fight hit the fan.<br/>
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At the command to "Move Out", Fiadh remained in her position of hard cover, but kept her eyes on the other members of the squad. Her muscles tensed in anticipation that she might need to run from her position to wherever her Squad-mates needed her. She looked at the first building between her and the "Enemy HQ", for the best place to run to, if she got the order to advance....</div>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Sabine &amp; Cecilia</u></b>​</div>Worlds apart - such was the term that came quickest to mind for the stark difference in lifestyles between what they had known before and what they had come to experience over the past several weeks in basic training. It was discouraging, dirty, and dismal, but neither Sabine nor Cecilia had given up outright - Sabine motivated by an almost righteous fervor to serve her country, and Cecilia feeling honor bound to not abandon her charge and dearest friend. The two noble girls had managed to take all the drill sergeant could throw at them and now, here at the very end of their training... Perhaps they both could be called soldiers - with Sabine even receiving a provisional promotion to Lance Corporal for her devotion to the cause.<br/>
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And now here they were, set upon this mock battlefield to prove the value of their training. The maneuver they were assigned to attempt seemed simple enough: a dual pincer advance, with a right wing moving to engage the enemy while the left wing would make the main advance right into the enemy encampment. Perhaps it was the drill sergeant 's intention, but the two were to be split up between the groups, with Cecilia left to hold off the enemy while Sabine helped in the advance. The two hugged and kissed each other on the cheeks before rushing off to their positions.<br/>
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It was calm. Sabine could hardly imagine what it must be like for real, the lull before seemingly hell itself would erupt into reality, with the thunder of cannons and cries of the wounded... She shuddered to think about it. She shouldered her rifle, surveying her surroundings as she listened to the commands issued out over the radio, the Darcsen Corporal giving the particulars to execute out the orders they had been given. It was a curious thing, Sabine never having encountered a Darcsen before... but despite all the slander and rumors about them, Renee had seemed to be a good woman. It was definitely something to mull over at a later point, for now it was time to fight.<br/>
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A whistle pierced the air, announcing the drill to begin. Like a professional runner, Sabine was off with a start, having eyed up a nice low wall where she could settle in. She darted forward, rifle now in hands, sapphire eyes wide to try and pick out any motion ahead. With a grunt, she flung herself at the wall, hitting the dirt hard. After a moment or two to catch her breath, Sabine then shouldered her rifle again, poking her head out from the side of the wall with binoculars raised, trying to see if she could keep a bead on the enemy. If they remained in sight, Sabine would radio it in, reporting their position for both Renee and Saski. This done, Sabine would put her binoculars away again, taking up her rifle to provide some cover fire for her squad mate.<br/>
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Cecilia was getting ready for her action. She raised her pendant to her lips, murmuring a silent prayer before kissing the icon. She hadn't been too familiar with the soldier assigned to accompany her - though as the only man, perhaps that made sense. If she caught his eye, he'd get a charming little smile shone his way. "<b>You'll be certain to keep me safe, oui?</b>" she teased with that thick Couronnese accent of hers, stifling a giggle. But the levity was fleeting. There was work to do.<br/>
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With some diligence, she had worked out a little sniper nest for her position, utilizing the wall and trees to give her cover while striving to maintain a good field of view for where the enemy could be expected to advance. She leveled her rifle, putting an eye to the scope. The motion brought another smile to her face, familiar and comforting. It would be just like shooting targets at the range. With this assurance to herself, she waited for the fight to begin, ready to welcome the foe with a well placed shot to center mass... All she had to do was wait, and thank God, waiting was something she was good at...</div>
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</div><br/>Looks good.<br/><br/>Sabine sees the opposing Scout. Upon closer inspection it is a Standard Enemy Female Scout.<br/><br/>Sabine is spotted peaking around the corner by the Opposing Enemy Scout, who takes some potshots at her (4 Damage to Sabine's Standard Helmet, 26/30 CP) (4 Damage to Sabine's Standard Thigh-Length Dress, slight damage to sleeve and shoulder areas, 96/100 CP)<br/><br/>Sabine provides cover fire which keeps the attention of the Opposing Enemy Scout. Opposing Enemy Scout receives 10 Damage to her Standard Top with mild damage to the stomach and chest areas (40/50 CP), some bullets graze the Opposing Enemy Scout's skin for 5 Damage (95/100 HP). The Opposing Enemy Scout appears more annoyed than anything.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fcdn.discordapp.com%2Fattachments%2F763286279278297108%2F828717858812461086%2F001a.png&amp;hash=c25ea724b7975fa5a51860be198ec163" title="001a.png">
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