The voice he heard surprised him, and the men he was following. They spun on an instant, weapons raised. Alexi had little time to bring his 74 up in retaliation, the safety snapping off with an echoing<i>tch</i>.<br/><br/>Fuck.<br/><br/><i>CHCHCHCHCHCH</i>. Light flashed across Alexi's face as his AK roared in the night, bullets slammed into a soldier in a spray of blood and screams, going down with a horrid moan of pain as he scrambled himself over the rubble, bullets nicking over his position.<br/><br/>He took a breath and moved to the right, he didn't need to aim. He saw the figures and squeezed his trigger, 5.45mm rounds ripped into another soldier's side in a pained scream; he didn't drop as the trio of AK's were raised and made him dance as they all scrambled into cover.<br/><br/>Alexi panted heavily, the empty magazine clattering off his assault rifle as he snapped a fresh one in, snapping the chamber back into battery. The one he shot didn't sound to be in pain, he must have hit a plate in his vest.<br/><br/>Great..who was the fucking genius being so damned loud?