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Post by Chørd on Oct 31, 2011 16:23:02 GMT -5
`JamesThe British line was starting to look just as disarranged as the opposing rebel one. The light bobs had all joined the grenadiers' formation, and now the newly arrived Hessians - or at least one of them - were joining.
James scowled briefly at the grenadier corporal as he yelled at Bee to get away from the injured man, but was soon distracted Bee's unfaltering...optimism? Whatever it was, he couldn't help but laugh as the younger private held up their bloodied thumb, declaring them the Dread Brotherhood of the Light Infantry.
In the spirit of good sportsmanship he wiped a bit of blood from his own arm onto his thumb and pressed it against Bee's.
"What ever you say, little'un," he grinned. "What ever you say."
He nodded to this Danny fellow and smiled at him, before getting out a catridge and reloading his musket in preparation for the volley he was sure they were going to fire at the enemy sooner or later.
He glanced aside at Danny and Bee, frowning at them.
"There ain't no damn cavalry," he hissed at them, glancing around just to check he wasn't wrong - though didn't bother checking properly. They'd probably mistaken an officer's horse for cavalry or something of the like. In his experience, drums were too hefty for mounted units to haul around - a bugle normally sufficed. Or maybe he was wrong. He didn't care. He was busy listening out for the corporal's next order.
He watched as Danny scrambled up the tree until several metres off the ground, then shrugged.
"I'm not a squirr'l," he grumbled, half to himself. "I ain't climbin' no bloody trees."
He was used to skirmish orders as his fighting tactic, but knew that in the given circumstances, forming a line and firing as one was just as good a tactic. Besides, there was some security in following suit and obeying orders in battle, so unless the grenadier apparently in charge barked at them to hide in the branches, he was staying firmly on the ground.
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Post by Dallas on Nov 1, 2011 21:34:07 GMT -5
-ANDREAS He just simply looked to the line of grenidiers and waited for something to happen. He was still boggled that he had managed to get so far away from his regiment, but there was no use fussing about it now. It struck him that they had probably formed back to the line where they had first come from. Of course now it would be to dangerous to attempt to go over and join them. He'd just have to wait for the moment.
Andreas jerked his head towards the other standing by him and saw that the boy he had saved earlier was starting to loose it. This was probably his first battle from the looks of it. He didn't blame him, a first battle is stressful, the memories of that summer when he had first arrived were still fresh in his mind. So he looked over to him and gathered the words in his head, "Take a breath, and focus."
The one who had said that he was called Danny was talking now, something about the calvery. By then though he had already started looking around again and not paying to much attention to the others. Just then he jumped back in surprise when Danny walked up to the tree he was crouching behind and started climbing up it. All he could do at this point was stare at the man and wonder. Another man told Danny that he wasn't going to climb the tree and Andreas agreed with him, besides he wasn't all that great at climbing. |
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Post by rebellioustory on Nov 1, 2011 22:29:20 GMT -5
Bee gave the corporal her best "pity this poor lad what was just trying to help" (it was well practiced) making her eyes as wide as possible and let her lip quiver just a little bit "I was jus' tryin' ta help 'im, corporal. My apologies." he is an NCO, do not look him in the eye! No looking in the eye. Just scamper off! she scampered off to join her other mates then grinned ear to ear when they both agreed to the "Brotherhood", "Really?" she was so happy, "This is great! Huzzah! The Dread Brotherhood of James, Danny, and Bee!"
Her grin faded and her face paled when Danny said she thought she heard cavalry "C-cavalry?" she asked turning to Danny for direction. Climb the tree? All right! She slung her gun on top of one low branch and began pulling herself up without trouble, "Wow, you can see the whole battle from here..." she said climbing a bit higher, "If I had a rifle, this would be a brilliant spot for taking out officers!" oh there she went talking about killing again! She couldn't help but giggle impishly as James grumbled about not wanting to climb the tree then put her hands in front of her face like a squirrel and made a squeaky noise then laughed again. It was at this point when she realized someone else was at this tree, too. She climbed down the branches a little more to get a better look to see that it was that Hessian guy who helped her out earlier, "Well, isn't this a coincidence?" she said stabilizing her gun on one branch then tipping her holed up foraging cap.
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Post by Bog on Nov 2, 2011 9:19:01 GMT -5
"Fire!" Gibbons barked, his own musket at his shoulder. His three remaining grenadiers pulled their triggers. It was a pathetic volley, but any fire was important. The Hessians looked to be formed in line now as well, but the commands shouted by their sergeants were not in English. Small surprise.
"Prime an' load!" The grenadier corporal had already dipped a hand back to his cartridge box. As long as he and his lads kept firing, they would be all right.
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Loading their muskets took time. Even Strout knew that. He also knew the British were faster at it. They had already fired once and were reloading for a second volley. Meanwhile, the men around Strout were only just returning their ramrods.
"Fire into 'em!" Captain Bennett called and a ragged sheet of fire burst forth. In the trees, the plumes of powder smoke couldn't dissipate and the regiment's volley only added to the choking, blinding clouds. Strout had no idea if they had hit anyone. But it didn't matter. He was already busy reloading.
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Post by faithfulguardian on Nov 2, 2011 12:14:57 GMT -5
Danny got comfortable in the branches of the spreading maple tree before setting up the rifle to fire, the Grenadiers were already firing at the hill where the militia had drawn back, so she worked as swiftly as she could. she noticed the private Bee climbing up after her, and pointed out where the noise was coming from.
It was then she noticed her mistake. It was not cavalry up on the ridge, only one man rode astride a horse. the rest, from what she could see through the smoke, were standing in a rough line. she squinted her eyes, trying to use the higher spot to her advantage.
Danny could make out blue coats, that much was certain, these men had a uniform of sorts, what was the facing colour? she leaned forward in the tree as the Grenadiers fired again. White! she saw a white for certain, now, what american regiment wore that uniform? her mind raced, trying to go through all the men she had met up with. she closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to think.
then her eyes flew open "The 2nd Massachusetts." she whispered to herself. then looked around for someone of authority, the Grenadier man who was shouting was reloading his rifle again with swift action. he would do.
"Hey! Corporal! It's the 2nd Mass.!" she barked out through the tree branches. "I cannae tell how many yet!"
she spotted the Hessian at the foot of the tree then as well, she mustered up the french she had learned briefly in Quebec, Monsieur! Tu parle francais?" It was the closest thing to German she knew, and hoped he understood. "Regarde! le deux Massachussetts!"
Danny sat back and lifted the rifle, aiming for the man on horseback, then paused...they were a good company, honourable men. shooting the officer would be shameful. she repositioned the gun and shifted it to the side slightly. choosing to aim where the horse might be in a few seconds. She pulled the trigger and was blinded briefly by her own smoke.
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Post by Chørd on Nov 4, 2011 13:27:09 GMT -5
`JamesJames laughed at the German beside him as he simply stood and stared at Danny and Bee scrambling on up the tree, a look of astonishment on his face.
"My thoughts exactly," he huffed in amusement, glanced up at the tree to give the pair a disapproving look, then cocked his musket.
At the corporal's order, he lifted the musket into his shoulder and fired. The volley was measley, and probably had no affect on the rebels whatsoever. As he was reloading, the enemy returned fire, and he couldn't help but steal another quick glance up at the tree to check neither of the 'Brotherhood' had been picked off and flung out the branches. What on earth was Danny hollering in French for? More importantly, why weren't they busy reloading and firing like the rest of them?
"Sitting in a bloody tree ain't fighting," he muttered. "It's being a sitting duck. You ain't got nowhere to go, 'cept down."
After returning his ramrod to its tube, he wiped at his face with his sleeve, frowned at the gunpowder that smeared onto it, then gave the Hessian to his side a brief grin.
"Pride of the army, huh?" He smirked, not really caring if the Hessian spoke Englisah, then readied his musket to fire again upon the given command.
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OOC: Urgh. Sorry for the delay and lameness.
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Post by Dallas on Nov 4, 2011 17:42:41 GMT -5
-ANDREAS [/size][/i][/b] Andreas glanced up the tree some more, but stepped back again when the other one started climbing up the tree as well. He started talking about how it was a good spot to shoot or something. Then he seemed to notice Andreas looking up the tree and climbed down. "Well, isn't this a coincidence?" he said to him. Andreas simply nodded again, a little unsure of what the last word meant, but felt safe to assume he was referring to them meeting again.
The other man who had opted to not climb the tree like Andreas said something that Andreas didn't catch, but he noticed that the grenediers had made preperations for a volley. Suddenly, some where in the distance he could hear the faint sound of a commander yelling commands in German. Andreas lifed his musket and began to reload it as fast as he could, which he had gotten good at. Returning the ramrod, he shouldered it then stood to the side of the tree to take aim. He shot a little after the others had fired and then lowered his musket to prepare for another volley if possible.
Suddenly he heard the Danny fellow start shouting again and he looked up to see him staring at him and speaking what sounded like French. Ah yes French the language of diplomats. He could have learned French, but he had figured that it would have been more effective to learn English. It had never been of use before he had been sold either considering he was a peasant and had no chance at speaking with any diplomat or prince. He stopped from his loading for a second to look back up at Danny, "Ich komme aus Deutschland, Frankreich nicht." Then stopping quickly to gather his thoughts he continued, "Besides, I can speak English."
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Post by rebellioustory on Nov 7, 2011 13:41:00 GMT -5
"Wait, that is no cavalry!" Bee said looking at Danny. She felt so silly getting that scared for nothing, "I am going back down to fight." she didn't want to get into anymore trouble and James did have a very good point of them being sitting ducks in a tree. She made a fish face reply to James' scowl before carefully climbing back down to join him and the Hessian holding her gun in the "recover" position to keep it upright then prepared for the volley then laughed a bit when he mentioned being the "pride of the army", "Pride of the army, indeed! A greater war face I have never seen." she said before turning to the Hessian who apparently spoke English, "Well! That is a good thing! I cannot speak a lick of German." she said looking around the tree at the enemy. Yes, they were approaching, all right, and she was now waiting orders to fire and said order was given. She lifted the gun, pulled it to full cock, pulled the trigger, then nothing. She looked down at it and opened the frizzen to examine the pan to see that the small hole the sparks went into was covered in caked up gunpowder. She pulled back a bit to clean it out with the pick then attempted to fire again and was unsuccessful. She swore under her breath then pulled back again, "Corporal," she said careful not to look him in the eye or cause him to snap at her again, "I am having trouble wi' me musket. Permission to pull back for a moment?" she pulled the musket tool out of her cartridge box and began to tighten the flint. she coughed then wiped the flint for a second time dumping the powder at her feet to prevent double loading which could very well knock her off her feet.
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Post by Bog on Nov 9, 2011 21:51:13 GMT -5
The rebels fired again. Gibbons squinted in the stinging cloud of powder smoke, his big fingers gripped tight around the ramrod. It was becoming impossible to see. Not that it was necessary to see, really. Or desirable. There was a half-stifled curse as someone very close by him was hit.
He had had quite enough of this. Some of the light infantrymen had fallen in on their line, giving them a little extra strength. There were the Hessians as well, though Gibbons was not quite prepared to pay them any mind. The time had come to take a risk. He was not prepared to stand and slug it out with volley fire.
"Fix yer bayonet," the grenadier corporal barked, hearing the question. "Company! Charge. Bayonets. At the quick-step. Forward. March!"
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Post by faithfulguardian on Nov 10, 2011 11:59:44 GMT -5
Danny did not look to see if her shot had been successful or not, Bee had climbed back down and the Grenadiers had been firing more volleys, she leaned the rifle against a branch as she shifted positions to reload. then the order came to fix bayonets.
"oh no." she whispered to herself, exasperated.
then they began marching forward.
"ah shite." Danny cursed, she could stay up in the tree, picking off the enemy from her high position, but the closer the redcoats got to the Americans, the more chance of her accidentally hitting one of them. she slung the loaded rifle over her shoulder and clambered down the branches, dropping to the ground on her moccasined feet. she swung around the tree and joined the small line of Bee, James, and the Hessian, a strange line they made indeed.
"I hope he knows what he's doing, eh James?" she joked, nodding to the Grenadier in charge as he lead the march. "otherwise we're all shite oot o' luck."
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Post by Chørd on Nov 12, 2011 13:43:18 GMT -5
`JamesJames half-smiled at Bee as they rejoined the others on the ground, and nodded absent-mindedly at their response to his comment. He kept his eyes peeled for any sign of movement amongst the smog created from the gunpowder, his attention briefly switching to the corporal further down the line to make sure he was still in time with the others.
He glanced round as Danny dropped to the ground from the tree, grinning as he joined the line as well.
He looked again to the corporal, following Danny's line of vision, and shrugged, "I'm sure he does. That's why he's a corporal, after all." He frowned at the Scottish words that made little sense to him. Why couldn't the damn Scots just speak normally like the English? All this bloody 'oot' and 'aboot' business made it difficult to understand them half the time, and it was even worse when they decided to jibber on in their own language. He rolled his eyes, offered the other lad a smirk, then turned his attention back to the fighting.
When the command was given to charge bayonets, he double checked his was still secure, having not taken it off after the earlier charge. James looked round briefly to see where Bee had gotten to then, seeing that they were busy fixing whatever problem they were having with their musket, stared ahead again. As the others moved forward, James marched as well, his musket held level at his waist. He only hoped that they didn't get to the rebels and find out the smoke was masking a larger force than expected - he wasn't exactly fond of the little surprises they seemed to like giving the British. They didn't fight like normal European armies; they tricked and fooled their enemy, led them into traps, ambushed them.
Maybe they'd rout this time though. Maybe a second charge would make them think twice, and turn tail and run. It'd happened before, anyway.
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Post by Dallas on Nov 16, 2011 23:31:02 GMT -5
-ANDREAS Andreas was in a haze as he reloaded and fired again with his musket. One of the boys had climbed out of the tree and went about blabbing his mouth off. He still wasn't paying to much attention though, but noticed when the other lad came down the tree and started talking. It was then that he noticed that the Grenadiers started marching with fixed bayonets. Surely his regiment would have to resort to a charge as well. He could probably slink into the battle and manage to rejoin with them.
He heard Danny start talking, but his accent was so strong on the last sentence that he didn't get all the words. That was the only thing that Andreas was having trouble with, the accents of some folks that were from Scotland and Ireland. Luckily there were barely any of them around, mostly just British folk thankfully.
He made sure that his bayonet was firmly in place then looked over to the other men. They were the only ones back there in a sort of line of their own. It was quite odd to look at for the few seconds he did, but he just shrugged towards the others and began following behind the other fellow. If they were lucky the rebels would run from this charge and the battle would finally end. He would fight, but that didn't mean that he liked it. ((sorry it's late and kind of suckish :c )) |
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Post by rebellioustory on Nov 17, 2011 18:39:34 GMT -5
Bee frowned when the corporal didn't give her permission to pull back to fix her Bess but soon realized she didn't need to since they all had fixed bayonets and were prepared to charge so she quickly put the bayonet on the gun the put it in the "recover" position, "I don't think it matters, Danny," she said, "none of them have bayonets and no man in his right mind will stand against even a few men with bayonets. Here Give me your knife, I will make you a bayonet." she took a strip of leather from her haversack and handed it to her, "Use it to tie your knife to your barrel." She lowered her gun when the command was given then began to quick-march towards the enemy. She wanted to run, she wanted to scare them all off, maybe kill. She didn't want to, but if she had to, she would. As she stepped over a fallen Rebel, she quickly scooped up a few cartridges from his haversack and filled her cartridge box (powder was a bit of a luxury these days and treated as such and though she was above looting personal items, a fallen Rebel was not going to need a few cartridges. Besides, they were better in her hands than in her enemy's). She felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she marched alongside her new found "brothers" and it made her grin. The idea of having enough courage to march headfirst into the thick smoke not knowing what was going to happen excited her more than made her afraid. She had no reason to be afraid, she had her new found friends with her and there was a corporal who seemed to know what he was doing. No, she wasn't afraid as she quick marched into the smoke. She glanced around and realized she was a few steps ahead then fell back to dress ranks before the corporal could bark at her for it.
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Post by Bog on Nov 20, 2011 11:28:25 GMT -5
"They're comin'!" Somebody cried, pointing wildly with his ramrod. "By God, they'll put us all to steel!"
Strout gritted his teeth and pushed the ramrod back into its tubes. He was loaded again, but that idiot's outburst had caused several men to falter. That was the last thing they needed. Fortunately, Captain Hill seemed to realise it. He waved his sword over his head as he walked briskly along behind the line, calling, "Steady now, boys. Load, load, then give it to 'em!"
That was enough for Strout, who brought his musket up to his shoulder and wasted no time pulling the trigger. Then he brought the firelock down so he could load it again. "Hope you're ready to run for it, Jack," he muttered to his companion.
Jack Leech nodded, though his concentration was on the task of reloading as well. "Aye. Fast as a deer."
"Good lad," Strout said.
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This was going to be a rout. Gibbons could already tell. Several of the rebels were wavering, with a few having already fled from the ranks. Clearly they had no concept of their own superiority, for the advancing British could not fire back. It was, the corporal thought fiercely, an oversight the rebels were going to pay dearly for.
"Company!" He bellowed, taking full advantage of his considerable ability to make himself heard. "Charge!"
It hardly mattered that the rebels had just fired a halfhearted volley, which brought a number of men down. The redcoats still had the advantage of discipline and willingness to fight. Gibbons went forward now at the run, virtually unstoppable owing to his size and momentum. This was a fight and he wouldn't lose.
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Post by faithfulguardian on Nov 20, 2011 12:58:36 GMT -5
Danny caught the eyeroll from the lad James, but ignored it. she found that the English and their loyalists had little sense of humour, with few exceptions.
She smiled however, at Bee's response, it was true, very few of the American men carried a bayonet, much like her, and it was likely that a charge by the British and Hessians would scare them off right fast. She raised an eyebrow at the idea of tying her dirk to the barrel of her rifle, she nodded, it would work for a short time, and it was clever, she only hoped the leather strap would hold. Danny wrapped it as tightly as possible to the end, careful to not let the antler handle hang over the edge and block the barrel.
By the time she finished the Americans had given another volley, but it was weak, she knew. the Grenadiers began a charge into the smoke just as she caught up with her odd little line.
"C'mon lads, we'll send 'em off intae the trees!" She growled fiercely, gathering up her courage once again. she knew the Grenadiers made a frightening sight with their bearskin caps and perfect forms, but she could look fearsome too, wild and dressed in buckskin with a long knife strapped to her rifle. she could make a sight they would not soon forget. "Charge!!!" she called, and began tearing up the ridge towards her enemy's enemy, yelling like a bat out of hell.
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Post by Chørd on Nov 26, 2011 10:16:58 GMT -5
`JamesAt the order the charge, James ran. The rebels were wavering, some having already fled. The rest looked like they would be joining them soon, too. Another meagre volley came, and despite being a weak one it still took out a few more redcoats. They were still charging though; another more strides and they'd be at 'em again, making them regret their foolishness. If they'd all stayed and fought, they'd have had a chance of beating the combined force of Light Bobs, Grenadiers and Hessians, or at least making it out of the skirmish alive.
Another last attempt at a volley was fired, and again a few more men fell, but the mixed-up line still kept running at the enemy.
James threw his all his weight and momentum into bayoneting the first rebel he reached, baring his teeth at the man. He yanked free his bayonet, having to press a foot to the dead man's chest to help get it out, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he realised most of the rebels had, by now, fled. As one ran past in full flight, James tripped him and slammed the butt of is musket down on the back of the other man's head.
James stared around, spotted Bee and Danny, and grinned at them when they appeared to glance in his direction, though whether or not they actually saw him amidst the smoke was another thing.
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OOC: Sorry I took so long to reply...and that this is so blah.
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Post by Dallas on Nov 29, 2011 15:30:20 GMT -5
-ANDREAS Andreas marched forward into the din of battle. Dust clouds mixed in from the puffs of smoke coming from the yankee's muskets. Soon he mixed in with the british regiments, men falling by his side as they got closer. He ran forward and swng the butt of his musket at a rebel, but soon realized that there weren't as many as he had thought.
They were fleeing to the trees, probably realizing that they were out matched, and he sighed, relieved that it was finally calming down. He stepped back, out of the confusion, and glanced around for a second. He finally spotted what looked like his regiment towards the other side of the battle field. He'd join back up with them once he was sure that the rebels weren't coming back.
As he stepped forward again a yankee came running by his side, he didn't stab him or knock him out. He simply stepped aside and gave him a push forwards as he continued running. He knew that he probably should have just killed the man, but he really didn't like killing the rebels and tried to avoid it, when practical. "Run and do not come back." He hollared over to the man and the rest of the rebels. There were still a few around that were standing their ground, but he knew that soon they would run or be killed like the rest. |
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Post by rebellioustory on Nov 30, 2011 15:47:25 GMT -5
Bee really didn't take her own comment seriously yet apparently Danny thought tying the dirk to her barrel was a good idea and was surprised when he actually did it, "I pray it works lest I make a fool of you, Danny." she said before taking off into a light jog towards the retreating enemy letting out a oddly high pitched battle cry then, realizing she was too high pitched, coughed and deepened her voice. She wasn't afraid right now, nope, not at all. She had one thing on her mind and it was kill or be killed. She did her best not to make herself a target as the Rebel volley fired and ignored the stinging feeling at the side of her right knee as she continued into the smoke filled chaos. She grinned when Danny shouted at the group to send the enemy into the trees then nearly tripped when a wounded Rebel grabbed her ankle. She screeched and without thinking, she hit his head with the butt of her musket and the man was still. She backed up and realized she had killed another then coughed and retched up the little amount of lunch she had then looked up realizing most were retreating, "What have I done?"
No, she couldn't do this, she had to continue. She saw James and replied with a sheepish grin then continued running into the chaos. She closed her eyes as she bayonetted one Rebel who wished to stay and fight- "Wait a minute...." she stopped and realized her canteen was missing. How silly for me to think of such things in a time like this. I'll get it later." she kept her ears open for any commands from the corporal or from anyone else.
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Post by Bog on Dec 3, 2011 10:05:35 GMT -5
Despite Captain Hill's entreaties, more men had fled, leaving dangerous gaps in the line. Strout was no coward but neither was he a fool. The charging British were lunging forward with their bayonets when he made up his mind.
"Run, Jack!" He barked, parrying a wild bayonet thrust with the butt of his musket. His mate was already going, hardly needing to hear Strout's order. Strout himself was close behind him. Getting out of here fast was more important than listening to Captain Hill, who was trying futilely to rally them.
Strout stopped only once, turning back to fire one last shot at those redcoated devils. Then he was moving again, stretching his legs out as far as they'd go so he could keep up with Jack.
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"Run 'em to ground!" Gibbons was thundering as he jerked his bayonet out of a dead rebel's back. "Chase 'em clear back to Boston!"
Not that the redcoats needed any such encouragement. They were bounding after the fleeing enemy like hounds. The Hessians too were in hard pursuit, as lethally eager as their British counterparts. Gibbons himself, though wounded, was pleased. They'd turned a whole Continental regiment to flight with only a couple volleys and a bayonet charge. It was a validation of his opinion of the rebels' worth as fighting men.
"Tally-ho!" The cry came from Will Kinsey, the only other grenadier still able to stand. Daft Welshman, him, Gibbons thought with a slight glimmer of fondness. There were cheers and whoops from the light bobs when Kinsey repeated his call. Daft lad, but damned steady, without a doubt. Gibbons permitted himself a fleeting smile as he ran. With such lads like Kinsey they could stomp out this pathetic rebellion by Christmas.
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Post by faithfulguardian on Dec 3, 2011 20:45:53 GMT -5
When Danny realized the battle was winding down and the American men had been put to flight, she slowed her attack on the fleeing men, one of which she had tried to bayonet with her makeshift weapon, but only managed to put a gash on his chest. the dirk fell off soon afterward and she picked it up in a rush before kicking a fleeing lad off into the brush. she felt a small sense of pride in the fact that no man had died at her hand today.
Still, there was plenty of carnage around them as the adrenaline ceased to pulse through her veins. she grimaced at the sight of another lad, no older than herself, lying in a pool of his own blood, his chest open from a close-quartered musket shot.
Danny's stomach turned and she felt a need to turn away, she shouldered her rifle and tucked the dirk into the back of her belt as she made her way back down the ridge to find her catch from earlier, the two hares lay on the ground where she had left them, no worse for wear. she slung them over her other shoulder and hiked back up to the small grouping of 23rd light company that had begun to gather together after the battle. the Hessian that had charged with them was off to his own men, and the Grenadiers, though very few, were still routing what was left of the Militia through the trees.
She stepped up to the boys known as James and Bee and gave a heavy sigh. "Tha' was guid, lads. yae fought well." she nodded to James, who seemed to have more manly pride than Bee, and stuck out her hand for a shake.
"Cadet Daniel McPherson, 54th regiment, scout for the light company. at yer service."
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