Deadly music indeed. Music written in blood spatter, shredded pine and hot lead on the snowy parchment of the ground.
The barking, single note staccato of Annabelle's sniper rifle and the quick quarter notes of Tanya's pistols cut off the tumbling broken chord of the paratroopers' fire.
The grenadiers' deaths are bright, explosive crescendos that end as quickly as they began.
One by one, their parts come to a violent end, leaving only silence.
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Date: 2010-09-06 01:02 am (UTC)The barking, single note staccato of Annabelle's sniper rifle and the quick quarter notes of Tanya's pistols cut off the tumbling broken chord of the paratroopers' fire.
The grenadiers' deaths are bright, explosive crescendos that end as quickly as they began.
One by one, their parts come to a violent end, leaving only silence.