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	<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Even as they passed by another group of soldiers Lyner remained deathly quiet, until the captain found them and forced his way between the pair. <strong>"Just doing whatever it takes to get the job done, sir."</strong> Lyner declared with a forced grin, while at the same time he looked across to Roland knowingly. <strong>"But truthfully it was Roland who lead the way, sir. If it weren&#39;t for his iniative things wouldn&#39;t have gone nearly so well."</strong> Lyner explained, and then once more glanced at Roland, this time with a friendly smirk.</span><br />
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<td style="background-color: #dddddd;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #666666;">Roland quickly fell into step with Lyner as they headed back down the ruined street to the bridge in the distance. He took the time to look up at the massive hole in the corner building&#39;s upper story as they passed, feeling somewhat removed from the destruction that had taken place there, it hadn&#39;t set in yet how close they had come to buying it. Looking down the street he watched as more Galbadian soldiers crossed the bridge and were heading towards them. The soldiers passed without acknowledging Lyner or Roland, heading straight ahead, ready for combat.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #6b3d57;"><strong>That was unreal old man, I wonder what the&#8212;.</strong></span> &#8221; he started to speak to Lyner when he caught sight of the captain heading their way, a toothy grin on his aging face.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #6699CC;"><strong>God damnit boys you did a fine job, I hear you did some real action movie stunts to save Squad Two&#39;s ass.</strong></span> &#8221; He said as he split the two soldier&#39;s and grabbed both around the neck with his arms in a jovial manor. &#8221; <span style="color: #6699CC;"><strong>This is going to look real good for our unit, in fact I&#39;m putting you boys names in for commendation.</strong></span> &#8221; He continued as he pulled both of them back towards the bridge.</span></td>
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	<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">&#160;&#160; For a moment Lyner maintained that arrogant grin, but before he knew it the adrenaline in his system had run its course. When it did his expression turned lethargic, even has he desperately fought to appear otherwise. All at once the exhaustion from their endeavors, the pain of his battle wounds, came at him full force. An inferno burst to life in his chest, a searing pain that left him gasping desperately in an attempt to catch his breath. <strong>"You&#39;re just jealous,"</strong> Lyner started to speak, only stopping momentarily to take in a deep breath of air. <strong>"that I made it look so easy."</strong><br />&#160;&#160; Just after Lyner finished his attempt at a witty retort an unfamiliar voice called out to the pair. A moment of fear came over him, until he identified the source of the voice--the second squad&#39;s leader. Lyner sluggishly approached the man, trying his best to ignore the aches and pains all over his body. <strong>"Just doing whatever it takes to get the job done."</strong> Lyner replied with a friendly smile. As the other man spoke Lyner reached out and firmly shook the leader&#39;s hand, then let slip a tired sigh at the revelation of their new orders. "<strong>We&#39;ll head that way ASAP then,"</strong> A brief pause came before Lyner spoke again. <strong>"and I hate to ask, but you&#39;d be doing me a favor if you could relay the order to our squad. They should be on the first floor of that building."</strong> Lyner pointed the way, and then started in the direction of the bridge, beckoning for Roland to follow him.</span><br />
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<td style="background-color: #dddddd;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #666666;">Roland missed much of Lyner&#39;s final charge, having rolled safely behind the nearby corner of the building directly to his right, narrowly missing buying the farm as he dodged the Dollet Soldier&#39;s fire. When the gunfire seemed to quiet he poked his head out catching sight of Lyner standing over the bodies of the final two Soldiers, panting like an old dog trying to cool down.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #6b3d57;"><strong>Not bad for an old man.</strong></span> &#8221; He found himself saying with a smirk as he got to his feet, the ache of their exploits still shooting through his legs as he walked.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #6699CC;"><strong>God damn, what are you two crazy?</strong></span> &#8221; An unfamiliar voice cut through the noise around them, that of the approaching second squad leader. &#8221; <span style="color: #6699CC;"><strong>Commander want&#39;s you two back at the bridge, says we can handle it from here.</strong></span> &#8221; He continued as he reached out to shake Lyner&#39;s hand while motioning with his other behind him through the smoke to the bridge in the distance.</span></td>
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	<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#160;&#160; Lyner hadn&#39;t managed to duck behind cover when Roland burst into the action once more. After this he would have to remind the kid that he wasn&#39;t quite so young--a chance to catch his breath and to alleviate the burning in his lungs would&#39;ve been a godsend. Yet all things as they were he wouldn&#39;t dare waste any time to do so. In a burst of motion Lyner resumed his frenzied pace, sprinting toward the pitted automobile like a man possessed.<br />&#160;&#160; Once he reached the remains of the car Lyner jumped onto and slid across the hood of the automobile, before he put the first of the men in his sights and let loose a short spray. As several rounds hit their marks the man fell to the ground in a heap, and Lyner fixated upon the last enemy combatant. Another short burst and the other collapsed as well, and Lyner just stood and stared at Roland with a cocky smile.<br /></span><br />
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<td style="background-color: #dddddd;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #666666;">The rhythmic thump of Roland&#39;s heart pounded in his ears as he pushed his body against the mail box, taking in deep breaths. The ache of his stunt still twisted in his legs and back, but he pushed the pain down, he could worry about any injuries later. He listened as the gunfire rose and fell like ocean waves rolling in and returning back to the open sea; he didn&#39;t have time to rest. instinctively checking his ammo Roland turned to his left, his legs burning as he charged. From the corner of his eyes he caught sight of his partner following suit from the opposite side of the street, they were moving like pincers on the dwindling group of Dollet troops.<br /><br /> Ahead the sunlight reflected from the metallic paint of a bullet hole pitted automobile, behind which the final two Dollet troops were hunkered down as the Galbadian&#39;s fired on them from behind cover in the street. The gunfire slowed as Roland neared, a change in the tide of war that tipped them to his approach. This knowledge that would not save them in the end. Turning to his left he looked across the street to Lyner who had dropped the last of the soldiers who had been approaching from out of view of the second Galbadian squad. Roland knew that Lyner would finish the job, he had already done his part and drawen their attention. With a smile on his face as the Dollet soldiers raised their guns towards him Roland dived onto the pavement and with all of his speed rolled to his right as the doomed soldiers opened fire.</span></td>
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	<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">&#160;&#160; A parked car not too far from the enemy squad served as Lyner&#39;s sole source of cover in the immediate area, effectively leaving him pinned down unless someone were to draw their fire away from him. Lyner crouched against the vehicle&#39;s rear end as he tried to decide on the best course of action. Gunfire still screamed throughout the vicinity, but he couldn&#39;t be sure at this point how much was being directed at him. As if that wasn&#39;t enough he had foolishly emptied his last clip during his previous stunt. <strong>"I&#39;m counting on you, partner."</strong> Lyner thought out loud with a whisper, half-hoping and half-praying that his friend was in a position to strike at the enemy given his own poor predicament.<br />&#160;&#160; Lyner took a moment to bend over and peer beneath the car. It didn&#39;t afford him a perfect view of the enemy, but it was just enough to allow him a solid mental image of their positioning and formation. With that information in-hand he immediately knew the best way to approach the situation, but couldn&#39;t make his move unless the flow of battle turned in his favor. Only a few moments after <br />he heard a break in the chaotic din, several shots that didn&#39;t quite fit in with the rest of the chorus. <br />&#160;&#160; Not even daring a moment to think it over he burst out from behind the car, crouched low as he could to minimize his chance of being hit. As Lyner dashed forward he would shift his approach with a random zig-zag motion every few feet until at last he reached the first (and nearest) target precisely as Roland was ducking behind cover after having drawn their fire. With his free hand he tore a combat knife free of its holster on his hip and thrust it toward the man&#39;s throat. In that same motion he let his empty pistol fall to the ground and tore the machine gun from the man&#39;s arms. Without delay he kicked the man&#39;s body violently toward one of his squadmates, while turning on the third man and letting loose a hail of bullets toward the other as he dashed for cover.</span><br />
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<td style="background-color: #dddddd;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #666666;">Roland panted and grasped for air as he crouched behind the parked car, his body aching with pain all over from the fall that had caved in the vehicle&#39;s roof and shattered or cracked most of the windows. Gunfire roared all around him but he became vaguely aware that the fire he had drawn his way had shifted or stopped all together. Sliding his body slowly, his back against the cool steel of the car he moved as far as the cover would allow him, poking his head for the briefest moments to find half of the ambushing squad dead or wounded in the street and the others backing behind cover of their own. I would not dawn on him until later how Lyner had followed him, though into the other intersecting road, and wounded three men in the process.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #6b3d57;"><strong>This is it.</strong></span> &#8221; He said to himself, realizing that he was now in position to flank if he dared.<br />Roland pushed off, a jolt of pain leaping up his legs as he exited the cover. His gun was pointed forward, waiting for the exact moment to open fire. He watched closely across the intersection where five Dollet troops were taking and returning fire now with the remains of the second squad. Roland opened fire, his first shot striking one of the five in the thigh, he second in the chest. He was moving fast, crossing the street, rolling against the pavement as he lunged behind a mailbox.</span></td>
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	<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">&#160;&#160; While only able to hear a vague crash over the ring in his ears, and the dim chorus of gunfire, it was enough to catch his attention all the same. Just as Lyner turned to identify the source of the noise he caught sight of Roland&#39;s crazy stunt through the doorway. A hundred curses ran through his mind in that one moment, but he voiced none of them and instead turned about and flew out of the gaping hole in the wall as his partner drew their fire.<br />&#160;&#160; As he hurtled through the air Lyner experienced a brief moment of absolute clarity. In that singular moment he let loose a barrage of shots toward one of the squad members firing upon his friend, then he hit the ground and tucked into a roll to minimize the damage from the fall. Without skipping a beat he wildly stumbled to his feet and made a mad dash for the nearest cover he could while keeping low to avoid the inevitable return fire.</span><br />
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<td style="background-color: #dddddd;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #666666;">Roland felt his weight shifting as Lyner began to move and moved with the older man, sliding from a position over him to a restful knee at his side. Lyner moved with focus, as he assessed the situation and damage to the room, his hand going to his side-arm from reflex. Roland turned to look back, seeing the gaping hole that overlooked the scene below and seemed wholey unaware as Lyner began to lay down cover fire. Roland&#39;s gaze shifted to the stairs, his mind slowing, coming to a point.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #6b3d57;"><strong>No, no they&#39;ll be expecting that.</strong></span> &#8221; He spoke, though he was only addressing himself as he stood, his own weapon now in hand.<br />Roland moved fast, kicking through the doorway to his right, a small bedroom with a single window which looked down on the intersecting road, perpendicular to the road which the blown window and wall overlooked where the squad of Galbadian forces was hunkered down and returning fire. Without stopping Roland lunged directly through the glass taking a moment to adjust to falling. Everything was a blur as he crashed into a parked car below, rolling backwards behind it for cover narrowly avoiding the rain of gunfire from across the intersection, but he knew that for that few seconds he had drawn the fire away.</span></td>
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	<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#160;&#160; Lyner could feel as the weight upon his chest was lifted, and then someone was desperately shaking him. When he opened his eyes to see who it was he saw Roland, alive and well, if not a bit worse for the wear. If he hadn&#39;t been so quick to give up, to let his emotions best him, he would have known that. Mentally he cursed his own stupidity and moved to sit up straight.<br />&#160;&#160; After the blast there was no viable cover left in the room, everything was in shambles, and it was a miracle the both of them were even alive. Just barely audible over the ringing in his ears he could hear the sounds of gunfire masking both shouts and screams. They had to rejoin the fight quickly. Lyner used his left hand as leverage to get to his feet, and unholstered his spare pistol--the other had been lost in the explosion.<br />&#160;&#160; Lyner released the empty clip, threw it aside, and replaced it with a fresh one before pointing toward the stairway and starting toward it. There was no need for words, they had to rejoin the fight quickly.</span><br />
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<td style="background-color: #dddddd;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #666666;">Roland simply lay still for several moments, the ringing in his ears steady but lowering in pitch as the seconds ticked by. His mind was dazed, jarred by the concussion, blurring everything around him. The thought that perhaps he was dead crossed his mind, but the pain he felt in his back didn&#39;t seem to agree, but what did he know about being dead? Suddenly his mind came alight and he looked on Lyner, pushing with his arms to lift himself off his friend. He looked down, grasping Lyner with his right hand, and began to shake.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #6b3d57;"><strong>Lyner, LYNER!</strong></span> &#8221; He started, unable to hear himself at first but finding that if he yelled he could make out his own words, he assumed this meant he hadn&#39;t ruptured his eardrums. &#8221; <span style="color: #6b3d57;"><strong>ARE YOU HURT?!</strong></span> &#8221; He shouted even louder, unable to tell if his friend was unconscious or in a delirium from the shock of the blast.<br /> Outside the gunfire masked screams and yells from both sides, the battle continued around them even as they lay in a pile of debris. The sounds of combat slowly filtered their way back into Roland&#39;s ears, but he could not concentrate on them, not with Lyner possibly hurt.</span></td>
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	<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva;">&#160;&#160; Just as Lyner had finished speaking a sudden roar caught his attention, a vaguely familiar sound that strangely made him think of a handheld rocket launcher. It was too late when he finally realized that was exactly what it was, and they were in deep shit. Immediately thoughts of Roland hit him and just as he was about to move, to use his body as a shield to protect his friend, something suddenly crashed into his midsection, knocking the wind out of him and sending them flying away from the window.<br />&#160;&#160; Milliseconds afterward an explosion tore through the room, splintering wood and propelling him--and whatever had collided with him--further into the room. Something hard crashed into his back, or was it that he had crashed into something? When everything was said and done he lay there in pain, his eyes shut tight in an attempt to hold back tears, only vaguely aware of something heavy lying on top of him. It hardly mattered, between the deafening ring echoing in his ears, and the fact that he had just failed to save his best friend, he hardly cared. If he&#39;d known it would cost Roland his life he would have just left the second unit to their fate....</span><br />
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<td style="background-color: #dddddd;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #666666;">Roland heard the unmistakable roar of a rocket being launched from a handheld launcher just as Lyner had uttered his final sentence. His mind didn&#39;t have time to comprehend the irony of it all, he simply acted. Moving as fast as he could Roland left the wall behind him and thrusting with a kick from his legs he sent himself flying though the air, colliding with Lyner&#39;s midsection, sending them both moving away from the window. The rocket struck milliseconds later with a thundering explosion that splintered and shattered the wood and sent it all in an inward eruption that caught the moving Galbadian infantry men and thrust them even faster. Roland lost all sense of time and direction as the concussion propelled them inward, sending the two crashing through a small end table before the hit the hard wood floor with a heavy thud. Roland lay from a moment, feeling Lyner&#39;s heart racing as debris rained around them and smoke covered them in a thick haze. His hearing was shot, a loud ringing bellowing in his ears. <br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #6b3d57;"><strong>Holy shit.</strong></span> &#8221; He said matter of factly, unable to hear himself talk.<br /></span></td>
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	<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">&#160;&#160; Lyner barely managed a quiet, hafl-hearted chuckle at the remark. It was almost impossible to manage a laugh when the joke stated the truth so bluntly. There was no doubt that, when it boiled down to it, the plan he had come up with was absolutely insane. Even if it was their best and only option to assist the second unit from their current position.<br />&#160;&#160; On the opposite end of the window from Roland he also let loose a spray of gunfire, firing until both clips were empty, and then moved back out of sight and crouched low. Lyner quickly holstered his spare (and now empty) pistol, before proceeding to reload his main firearm. All the while a chorus of gunfire rang out, utterly destroying the window frame and occassionally punching through the wall overhead.<br />&#160;&#160; Just barely audible through all the noise Lyner made out their own men yelling about incoming soldiers. If he had heard correctly everything was moving according to plan so far. <strong>"You&#39;re insane! If I had any grenades I wouldn&#39;t have any hands!"</strong> Lyner retorted with a hearty laugh just as he was sliding a fresh magazine into his pistol. <strong>"I&#39;m thinking we should move away from the wall before they smarten up, what do you think?"</strong></span><br />
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