They are all there. And did not learn anything about the dangers of just charging in: it is just tragic, to come halfway or more around the world, to die in a stupid way...
Tanya did this many times before, line her gun with the target, pull the trigger twice, move to the next target, knowing the first bullet will hit the soldier in the neck, tear apart flesh, blood vessels and sever the spine. That alone would be enough to cause a relatively quick death, but is helped by the second bullet entering the 2"x3" head killzone of eyes and nose, smashing thin bone and causing massive brain damage.
Time slows down to a crawl in those moments as she methodically follows the mantra of the special forces. Be one with the battle yet transcend it. Float above the action, survey the scene, target immediate threats, and dispatch them with ruthless efficiency. Watch your fields of fire, pick your targets, aim, squeeze the trigger.
The first three are not yet fully down, not yet fully dead (just a fraction of second away) and the Commando is already firing upon another enemy. That one actually has time enough to start understanding that he was lied to, that they are not invincible, that... nothing.
Nothing, because like his comrade a moment before, before he could raise his gun, 200 grains of death traveling at just above speed of sound tears apart his trachea and spine. The pain did not even register yet, drowned by the flow of adrenaline, when a second projectile wipes off his mind by destroying its organic receptacle.
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Tanya did this many times before, line her gun with the target, pull the trigger twice, move to the next target, knowing the first bullet will hit the soldier in the neck, tear apart flesh, blood vessels and sever the spine. That alone would be enough to cause a relatively quick death, but is helped by the second bullet entering the 2"x3" head killzone of eyes and nose, smashing thin bone and causing massive brain damage.
Time slows down to a crawl in those moments as she methodically follows the mantra of the special forces. Be one with the battle yet transcend it. Float above the action, survey the scene, target immediate threats, and dispatch them with ruthless efficiency. Watch your fields of fire, pick your targets, aim, squeeze the trigger.
The first three are not yet fully down, not yet fully dead (just a fraction of second away) and the Commando is already firing upon another enemy. That one actually has time enough to start understanding that he was lied to, that they are not invincible, that... nothing.
Nothing, because like his comrade a moment before, before he could raise his gun, 200 grains of death traveling at just above speed of sound tears apart his trachea and spine. The pain did not even register yet, drowned by the flow of adrenaline, when a second projectile wipes off his mind by destroying its organic receptacle.