Forward battlements

[onearmeddruid]

Raised up high to look out into a clearing the jungle stands a wall to fight from with armory close to the bottom

[jp500]

Dahl is leaning against the wall as he gazes out into the jungle,  chewing on his cigar. His long blond-white mustache waves gently as a breeze as a puff of smoke from his cigar blows away.

With a quick and sudden movement, Dahl draws his pistol from it's holster and steadies himself into a crouch. After a moment, he holsters his sidearm and leans against the wall. Again, like lightening, he draws his pistol and crouches. He grins before holstering the weapon and lets out another puff of smoke. 

His green military shirt is only half buttoned and his exposed broad chest is covered in a thick blond hair. The cuffs of the shirt are rolled up past his elbow exposing the thick muscles of his forearms to the sun. A small mammal skirted through the brush but Dahl didn't look at it.

[onearmeddruid]

Marie hums to herself as shebwalks towards the armory close to the battlements, her hair neatly tied into a bun as she messed with her flak jacket

[jp500]

Dahl glanced in the direction of Marie and gave her a nod, then grinned one of his wide grins that hinted at something about him was not quite normal. He'd heard the rumors of how crazy he could be, and he didn't think they were too wrong about him. He just didn't care.

"Expecting some anti-aircraft fire are you?" he asked of Marie.

[onearmeddruid]

She looks up at the man "whats it too you" she asks her accident licking every word she speaks

[jp500]

Dahl grinned even wider and said, "Nothing. Nothing at all." 

Dahl thought it was pretty silly. Not like it would protect against bullets or petty much anything. But maybe the bots had something, or she just liked the weight of it. He'd known soldiers like that, always had to have their lucky charm or favorite boots. No skin off his nose.

"You shoot pistols?" he asked, nodding his head towards the makeshift targets someone had put up. Dahl thought that that was pretty silly too - enemy rarely just stood there waiting to be shot. 

[onearmeddruid]

"Oui" she says raising an eyebrow

[jp500]

Dahl let out a puff of smoke then dropped into a crouch, drew his weapon, and shot three times. It was a single fluid movement with no wasted energy. 

He straitened, holstered the pistol, then looked at the target. Two bullets had hit within a centimeter, but the third had gone wide.

Hrmph. "Your turn."

[onearmeddruid]

She raises an eyebrow as she grabs the pistol aim8ng down range holding her breath as she fired and missed by a wide margin

[jp500]

Dahl had been looking down range while reloading his pistol when she fired some shots, but only saw a single puff of dirt. He glanced at the other Merc, then grunted and stepped closer to her.

"Here, try again," he said, offering his pistol. It wasn't anything special, but it functioned well.

[onearmeddruid]

She take his pistol and fires again and misses once again

[jp500]

Dahl paid attention this time, and without asking he put his hands on her hips and shifted them slightly then kicked her boot so her foot turned in the right direction.

Standing behind her, he put his arms around her and lifted her elbows, pulling them into her body to provide better support to her arms.

"Try that," he said, removing his arms so they wouldn't get in the way. 

[onearmeddruid]

She blushes as she fires the pistol narrowly missing

[jp500]

Dahl chewed on the end of his cigar. 

"Better, ja? You practice more and it'll be easy. I show you pistol, you show me that cannon of yours, ja?"

[onearmeddruid]

She rolls her eyes as she pulled herblarge machine gun up to bear pulling the trigger unleashing a barrage against the bottles

[jp500]

Dahl gave one of his goofy grins as the bullets shattered and demolished the makeshift firing range. It wasn't pretty, but that machine gun did it's job.

He reloaded his pistol, then holstered it.

[onearmeddruid]

She looks back at him

[jp500]

"Gotta love a woman with a gun," Dahl said. "I'm thinking of taking the 'copter for a scouting trip. Want to be the gunman?"

[onearmeddruid]

"I guess" she says followimg him

[jp500]

Dahl prepped the French made Skylark, nodding to the machine gun mount he'd had installed some years before. The Skylark was a light duty helicopter that had recently become a favorite in the Foreign Legion.

"You believe I won this in a card game?" he asked Marie over the whine of the engines. . He hadn't of course - he'd been on it when it crashed and been deemed unrecoverable. He'd spent the better part of a year fixing her up. With a grin, his cigar unlit but hanging out of his mouth, hit flipped a couple switches and put a headset on, and made a whirling motion with his finger indicating that all passengers should be secure as they were about to take to the air.

[onearmeddruid]

She huns as she looked at the machine gun as she satin the helicopter chexking internals pulling the charger back