Sean noted his tongue and throws himself to the ground, keeping his face closer to the clean air at the bottom or the room, as he squeezes off another shot Shootin 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1
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Sean reached down and pulled the shemagh he wore around his neck up, wrapping it over his mouth and nose, to block out the worst of the smoke. He was a Sapper first and foremost, used to digging in holes and laying charges under trenches and buildings. Dark smoky pits underground were his thing. He raised his gun and took a moment, steadying himself, before pulling the trigger. Shot in the Dark-1d6 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0 Wild1d6 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0 Gonna need to bump that shooting stat.
"Yes Sir, right away!" Sean dashes for the trap door but pauses before turning back. "Sir... No blowing the church, right?" He grinned hopefully but didn't wait for a response, before putting heels to wood and beginning to slide down the ladder, hitting the basement hard and pushing away from the ladder in to cover. F~!~ it. Gonna earn the nickname "The Mad Paddy". Straight in, what do I see? Notice1d6 ⇒ 4 Shootin Huns1d6 ⇒ 3 Wild1d6 ⇒ 6
Sean crouched behind a pillar, a lit cigarette smoking at the corner of his lips. "I'm just sayin Sir, give me ten minutes and some cover and I'll have this place wired ta blow and bury everyone inside like a tomb. Could be a nice surprise for the Hun when they crawl over our smoking corpses!" Sean grinned around the cigarette. Dotting in. |