<div align="center"><em>Hannibal</em></div><br/>Hearing the chopper Hannibal cursed himself as the rest of the men dropped into the trees with his movements. He might have not been the leader of the group, but his animal instincts of survival took over most all of his life threatening situations. Dropping to a knee he cursed in Polish, and aimed the machine gun up towards the chopper flying over head. Letting the rounds free Hannibal fired not towards the cockpit, which was mostly armored the heaviest, instead he took aim with several ten round bursts at the tail section as the rounds ripped into the tail and severed a few of the hydraulic lines. The tail rotor losing its speed sent the chopper into a spin towards the ground as the chopper wailed like a beast before it hit the ground and crushed itself, but not before sending the gunner firing at them through the air and towards the woods in front of them. Looking back towards the CAPT, although he was an uptight bastard of an officer, Hannibal still considered this wound an attack against a brother. Though he was not Russian they were the ones who saved his family and himself from crime. Snarling at the gunner Hannibal stood up to rush forward as he called back to the little one Sorina "Let's go little lady, got a American to kills."<br/><br/>Smiling back to the shifty corporal Hannibal unslung his 240B and tossed it to the off beat CPT they ran into a few days ago and tore after the gunner with an anger only blood ever stopped. Moving through the woods Hannibal kept his .45 out firing at the shorter man still wearing all his gear, even though he had never been known for his endurance, his anger would keep him going long enough before his heart exploded from the length of running, to kill this American. His large figure was rushing through the trees as he heard the little one actually fire past him as well, it shocked Hannibal that the woman actual had grown a pair of balls and fight. Smirking, Hannibal chased the gunner down for the entire distance almost wanting to just stop with his over-sized body heaving until luck struck him for once in the past weeks, the American slipped and fell off a small ledge onto their helmet. Before the gunner could get up fully Hannibal breathing heavy fired a round past the head of the man and stood on the raised piece of land heaving as he kept his pistol on the helmet covered gunner.<br/><br/>"Turn around American, before I start at yee knees and move up from there." Smiling at the Gunner Hannibal waited till the American turned around before he stood there with his eyes wide seeing the hair out the bottom of the helmet. Snaring his lip as he jumped down towering over the much smaller gunner and reached up ripping off the helmet exposing what he thought was real, it was a woman. Putting his hands on his hips Hannibal smirked and shook his head as he breathed in heavy and holstered the under his right arm, which was muscled enough to be the size of the much smaller woman's head. Looking back seeing the CAPT still aimed in on the new woman he nodded and looked back at the American shaking his head before his pulled out his machete and stood to the side of her swinging it in his hand with a twisting of his wrist. "Walk." Is all he said as he grabbed the American woman by the hair and jerked her towards the crash and kicked her with a massive leg knocking her towards the little one known as the CAPT. His breathing was calming down as he moved forward his eyes moving from the American to the CAPT his eyes showing his anger and no doubt it was obvious that he wanted to kill this gunner, slowly. Although he was quick to anger and slow to hold back, he was still a loyal soldier, and with him not being the highest rank, he had people to answer to and orders to follow, he would let the CAPT decide what to do with this bitch.