<span style="color: #BFFF00">“The Element of surprise is a powerful thing. Not to mention, adaptability is also another hefty advantage. People who are reckless and cannot adapt to situations are the ones that have a difficult time surviving. I chose the place where I fought them. I’m not stupid, I may be reckless, but every slav is to some degree. Although, a lot of our dumbest tactics just work for the oddest of reasons.”</span>Vasya explained as he took his venison and took his first bite. He muttered a bit under his breath in russian, coupled with a content sigh.<span style="color: #BFFF00">“Nicely done. Anyway, the RPD’s belt is empty, so the weapon is pretty much useless now unless I were to find another belt for it, which is highly unlikely here is Japan, unless you know of a stockpile of 7.62x39mm ammunition somewhere.”</span>He stated thoughtfully before he took another series of bites. Then he unholstered his pistol and ejected the chambered round as well as the magazine. He slid the round back into the magazine before setting both the pistol and the magazine to the side so he could finish his food. He’d top off the magazines rounds after he was finished eating.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFF00">“So, what’s the likelyhood the Japanese Imperial Demon Army will notice the squad doesn’t return, do you think? Not to mention what they may assume if they do realize it.”</span>He asked after a time as he grabbed his backpack and pulled out some spare rounds to load back into his pistol’s magazine. He was finished within a few minutes before he grabbed his bottle of vodka and twisted off the top. It was still very cold, as indicated by the perspiration all over the bottle. When he took a gulp of the beverage and then sighed contently, his breath was actually fogged up when exhaled.<span style="color: #BFFF00">“Hmph. Interesting.”</span>He stated, making a note of it before he twisted the lid back on and looked at his three prisoners.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFF00">“Alright nuggets…”</span>He stated as he pulled out his knife and walked over. Their eyes widened in fear as he tossed the knife up into the air and caught it by the grip. When he reached them however, he crouched down, leveling the blade under the nose of one of them.<span style="color: #BFFF00">“If I let you guys go, do you promise to never tell anyone about myself or my companion?”</span>All three of them nodded before he slashed the cheek of the one he crouched in front of, eliciting a cry of pain from them.<span style="color: #BFFF00">"Are you sure?”</span>The prisoners nodded again, whimpering.<span style="color: #BFFF00">“Good, because if I find out you didn’t keep that promise, I will hunt you down and kill you. Am I clear?”</span>He asked, and they nodded vigorously. Then he slashed right through their bindings and pointed to the stairwell with the knife blade.<span style="color: #BFFF00">“Then get the hell out of here.”</span>He ordered, and the prisoners stood up, scrambling to escape while removing their gags, lest Vasya changed his mind.<br/><br/>Vasya then came back and sat down, opening his vodka bottle back up and taking another gulp of it.<span style="color: #BFFF00">“I don’t really feel like killing them, not after killing those army guys. Honestly, I could use some sleep. But it’s up to you if we move on or stay for the night.”</span>He stated as the sky got darker.