VILLAINS LEAGUE

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10:23 Max_Irons: As I gazed at the small base camp used by those fucking meddling Americans, sweat trickled down my forehead into my beard. Here in Cameroon, the heat was oppressive. But I didn't give a fuck. I had a mission. And I had my mate, Hamid, with me to carry it out. The money we were gonna make was more than worth it. Off in the distance, I could hear shouting and gunfire. Those pathetic Cameroon rebels were staging an attack to empty out this camp so we could move in and save their bacon. Our plan was to take the commander of the squad hostage. Torture him, ransom him, get these Army Rangers off the backs of the rebels. Best way to deal with a snake? Cut off it's head. The Army Ranger's camp looked deserted, as the squad was out fighting the rebel attack, except for some activity around the command tent. It had been a stroke of luck that we'd managed to find this camp. These goddamn fucking Rangers were too good at hiding their tracks.

But I'm good too. At 6'2, 220 pounds of combat-forged muscle, I was trained by the Australian SAS into a ruthless killer, tracker, sniper, hand to hand fighter, demolitions expert. Until they discharged me for killing my sparring partner in a fight. Said I was too violent. Best thing that ever happened to me. The pay is much better as a mercenary. Outside the command tent, I see two guards. I can make out their rank. Just fucking privates. Dog meat. That's all they left to guard their CO? Shit, this was too easy. I nodded over at Hamid, pulled out my sniper rifle slung over my shoulder. I was wearing camoflauge battle gear, pistol, two combat knives, one sheathed over my chest, the other stuck in my combat boot, had a sidearm, a Glock, in my tactical belt, plus a bunch of other shit. I was ready for business. I took sight at the private on the left, and fired just once, killing the mother fucker dead, a bullet right through the skull. These Rangers fucked up big time, leaving only two privates to guard their camp and their CO.

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10:23 Hamid_Jacobs: When I was merely 12years old, war broke out in Afghanistan and the US troops marched into our homes killing anyone suspicious. My parent who were just ordinary farmers were killed by the US army who though they were colluding with the terrorists. Looking at the corpse of both my Amma and Abba my feelings died that day. Few years later I wound up in a refugee camp in Dubai and then from there a wealthy British guy Sir Edward Jacobs adopted me from an orphanage and brought me to London. I served in the British army for years before they finally diagnosed me with alexithymia.

It basically meant I didn't have feelings like a normal person. I have never felt happy or sad since the age of 12. The forces discharged me and I joined a group of hired arms as a mercenary. I was well trained in combat fighting as well as arms and ammunition. Did multiple missions successfully and today was no different. Me and Max both got the same orders and our only job was to get to that American scumbag Lieutenant commanding this squad of US Army Rangers.

Standing tall at 6ft 2 inches and weighing around 225 pounds I am wearing camouflage BDU with a black vest on top with black combat boots. On me were two military grade knives, a standard Glock, a few hand grenades tucked in the back of my tactical belt and my personal favorite, my AK 47.

I looked at Max as he killed the rookies with ease nodding at him I say in a harsh voice. "Let's get that mother fucker!!!"

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10:23 Joe_Armstrong: I was feeling very uneasy. Something about this wasn't right. These shitbag rebels, terrorists really, had never tried such a blatant attack like this. They liked to run away at the first sign of a real fight. They were good at running, but crap at fighting. We'd almost completely cut off this local cell's supply lines. They couldn't last long. But even so... this wasn't like them. But the CO had said it's just because they were desperate. I'm not convinced. But hell, I'm just a Master Sergeant, not a Lieutenant. But over the years, I'd learned to trust my gut. Growing up in inner city New York teaches a man how to listen to the streets, to listen to his gut, as well as how to use his fists. Fighting was my passion, it kept me sane growing up, gave me a goal. I loved it all, boxing, BJJ. I'd built up my body, worked it hard, trained hard.

Then, when I'd turned 18, I'd joined the US Army, and found a new goal. Using my skills, my body, my mind, my passion for fighting, to serve a cause I believed in. Making the world a safer place. These shitbag rebels here in Cameroon, the shit they were doing to the local villagers made me sick. Hell yeah I believed in what we were doing here. Just have to visit one of the villages these rebels had taken over. In the Army, I honed my fighting skills, and picked up new ones, marksmanship, tactical training, knife fighting, explosives, wilderness survival. When I applied for the special forces as an Army Ranger, they trained me and honed my skills even further. I was 6'2, 215 pounds of solid American muscle, my body and mind a weapon ready to serve my nation. The jungle heat here was rough, but I was tough. My M27 assault rifle was slung over my shoulder, and I was wearing full camouflage style battle gear, my Glock sidearm, two combat knives, one on my back and one on my tactical belt, grenades and some other gear.

We were doing a circuit of the perimeter, checking for any funny business by the rebels, when I turned to look over at Ryan, to see if he felt the same sense of uneasiness as I did. I'm fucking glad that I've got Ryan at my side. I know that no matter what happens, he'll have my back.

Suddenly, two gunshots ring out, back towards the center of camp. Where the Lieutenant's command tent is. Guarded by two privates, green, raw recruits. FUCK. I turn to look at Ryan, and then start sprinting towards the Command tent, choosing my spots carefully, trying to stay out of cover, hoping to catch the attackers by surprise.

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10:23 Ryan_Williams: Being a ranger in the US army was my life's purpose. I came from a family of all military personnel, my dad was a navy commander, my mom was a fighter pilot and my elder sister had just been promoted to Captain.

For me I was meant for the Rangers team, the values of serving the country were in my blood. I was the best at everything topper of the US Army rangers batch of 2015. I was trained in combat strategy, survival training, hand-to-hand combat and explosive survival. Standing at 6ft 1 and weighing around 210 pounds. I am wearing my uniform with my M27 on my shoulder, a glock on the side and my combat knife attached to my tactical belt.

As soon as the shot was fired we went on high alert, I felt things were a bit odd but I wasn't at the liberty to give suggestions to the CO. I looked towards Armstrong and we rushed towards the CO'S tent. From behind I ripped the tent open with my knife and made way for us and we saw that the CO was safe. "Sir!! We are under attack. We have a breech" I picked up the radio to signal the other to call our troops back but the radio frequency was getting jammed. Realizing the situation is bad I look towards Armstrong, "We need to move the CO to somewhere safe"

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10:23 Max_Irons: Not wasting any time after blowing those two private's brains out, I sling my sniper rifle over my shoulder and charge towards that command tent, bursting out of the jungle foliage on the edge of the camp. I know Hamid will be right beside me. I run fast as a fucking deer, but also just as silent, I know how to run without making a racket. As I get close to the tent, I hear voices, what the fuck? The Lieutenant wasn't alone? Well, that's fine. I can handle that. I select a flashbang grenade from my tactical belt. There is a small opening under the entrance of the tent, flanked by the two dead privates. With absolute silence, I pull the pin from my flashbang and roll it under the flap into the tent.

Inside the tent, the Lieutenant is just about to give orders to Joe and Ryan, when he spies the grenade. The Lieutenant is a courageous man, he thinks of his men first, always. He throws himself on the grenade before either Joe or Ryan even notice it. There is a loud BOOM and a flash of light beneath the Lieutenant's body. It wasn't a frag grenade, so the Lieutenant isn't killed, but even so, the blast knocks him out cold, and injures him badly. But... the Lieutenant's sacrifice means that neither Joe or Ryan are stunned like Max had hoped.

10:23 Hamid_Jacobs: Max throws a flashback grenade inside the tent and we wait for the BANGG!! I look around to see the hole cut inside the tent from the other side. With my AK 47 armed and ready I jump in from the torn side while Max takes the front to cut off any escape. Going in I see the Lieutenant down on the floor with two rangers standing in front of me. I point my gun towards them and yell. "ON YOUR FUCKIN KNEES!!!" I look at both the Rangers without blinking an eye ordering them to go on their knees when Max comes in as well, pointing his Glock at the two rangers. I kick the lieutenant twice to see if the old bastard is alive. With a nudge from the boot he turns around with a big burn on his chest from the grenade totally knocked out cold.

10:23 Joe_Armstrong: We burst into the tent, thanks to Ryan's quick thinking cutting a hole in the rear, I don't think the attackers saw us. I let Ryan deal with the Lieutenant, while I pull out my M27 and stand guard, muscles tensed, senses sharpened covering the front of the tent with my M27, ready to shoot anyone that enters. Suddenly, all fucking hell breaks loose as the Lt. throws himself onto a grenade. The grenade goes off, but it's a flashbang, what a fucking brave bastard the Lt. is. But I'm pretty sure he's alive. I surge forward to protect our Lt., expecting enemies to come in through the front. But suddenly, there is a shout behind me. FUCK... we were caught of guard. Whoever the hell is attacking us is good, very good. Circling around to take us from the rear, when we thought we were safe.

I'm not gonna risk the Lt's life. Protecting him is my highest priority, and my duty. I drop my M27 and raise my hands up, dropping to my knees at once. Just be patient, I tell myself, wait for your chance. Wait for it. Then, I have it. The darker mercenary, middle eastern I reckon, turns down to look at the Lt's body, nudging it over with his boot. The front of the Lt's uniform is burned away, and he's got a third degree burn marring his muscled torso. Hate surges through me for these bastards. But this is my chance, while the mercenary bastard is looking at our wounded Lt. instead of me. I hurl myself forward, driving my shoulder directly toward's the mother fucker's abs in an all out tackle. I know my mate Ryan has my back.

10:23 Ryan_Williams: Suddenly the flash bang grenade came in and I tried to protect everyone from it but instead our Lieutenant jumped on it first giving him serious burns on his chest. I am looking around when this bearded guy checks for my weapons, stripping away my guns and ammunition.

I look over at Armstrong and he rushes into the darker guy. I know what I need to do, with almost agility I get up while the blonde guy throws all my weapons aside. He looked away, and being highly trained in combat, I went in and launched a quick jab to his throat to get the time on my side. I spin and kick the gun out of his hand and send a left hook and a right hook to the face.

10:23 Max_Irons: As Hamid runs around to enter the rear, I wait to let him get the jump on the Rangers. Once I hear Hamid order the fucking Americans to their knees, then I burst into the front of the tent. Hamid is covering one Ranger, and I've got the other in my sights, pointing my Glock right into his fucking face. His name tag reads "Sgt. Ryan Williams". I reach out with my free hand and rip his assault rifle out of his hands, tossing it away. These Rangers might make good hostages along with their knocked out Lt.

Suddenly, I hear a noise, I turn quickly to see the smooth shaven Ranger bull rushing Hamid! FUCKING RANGERS. Then, the next thing I know, the bearded Ranger is on me!!! GODDAMN he moves fast! But I'm no slouch either, and my combat-trained reflexes react at once. My right hand moves lighting fast, trying to line up a shot on the fucker. The dude is packed with muscle, and fires a jab at my throat, messing up my aim. I try to avoid it turning my head sharply, by leaning back, but his fist clips my chin, dazing me slightly. Could have been much worse.

My left hand is moving up, instinctively trying to guard my face, while I whip my Glock towards Ryan. Ryan's boot sails up and slams into my Glock just as I get a shot off, the bullet rips a hole in the side of the tent, but the mother fucking Ranger sends my Glock sailing across the room. He comes at me again, with a left hook and a right hook. The left hook slams into my bearded jaw, sending my head smashing to the side, I taste some blood from the power of that Ranger's fist, and a few lights flash in front of my eyes. My right side is wide open, not able to pull my right arm up in time to block, after having my Glock kicked out of my grip.

But despite eating that left hook, my training and reflexes intercept that right hook with my left arm, deflecting it. FUCK this American bastard.

I counter attack, focusing through the flurry of blows that had me seeing stars, smashing my left combat boot forward in a brutal kick aimed at his right knee, hoping to distract and hurt him enough to let me land a palm strike with my right hand, aimed at his solar plexus, to stun him, knock him back and smash some wind out of the mother fucker.

10:23 Ryan_Williams: My hit to the throat missed slightly, it gives me ample time to knock the gun out of the mercenary's hand with a swift kick. I start the assault with left and right hooks, the left connects hard to his jaw while the right gets blocked.

"Aghhh" you hit my knee and I drop down on one knee. Knowing from my combat experience another hit is definitely on its way I roll over on the ground to the side and successfully avoid the palm strike, still on the ground I send a kick to the side of your right knee before I get back up and send a strong shin kick aimed towards your abs afterwards.

10:23 Hamid_Jacobs: I made a mistake of thinking these rangers would obey me at the point of a gun. These bitches are funking dumb, the second guy rushes towards me smashing his shoulders into my gut; behind me is the desk of this fucking Lieutenant and we both crash into it taking me down to the ground with him, my gun drops a few feet away. I groan a bit in pain with my back smashed into the wooden table for which I certainly wasn't ready but I do not take much time as I know the stakes of this fight.

Since you fall with me with the all out spear to my gut your body lays on top of me. Using my martial arts training, I wrap my legs around your waist cutting off the air supply to the lower body grab hold of your right arm tucking it behind your back with both hands and twisting it the other way to put you in a Kimura lock to sent devastating pain to your right arm trying to damage it or pop it out of it's socket.

10:23 Max_Irons: Feeling that bloodlust start to sing in my veins, as I once more engage in my favorite activity, fucking people up. As good as I am with a sniper rifle, nothing beats murdering a mother fucking bad ass with my bare hands. My jaw is aching where that bastard got in his left hook, but not enough to slow me down.

Ryan drops as I smash his knee, throwing himself to the side, totally stuffing my palm strike. Instinctively, I turn to face him, twisting on my boots, when your kick lashes out, clipping my knee. FUCKKKK... My knee buckles, sending a surge of pain through my joints and tendons, but I keep my balance, wobbling a bit. Since I was twisting, bending my knee, that kick didn't hit the knee full side on, but at an angle, which probably kept my knee from being blown out.

I focused hard on stabilizing, watching as Ryan springs back up to his feet. He's an athletic mother fucker, hard-muscled, fast on his feet, and relentless with his attacks. My bloodlust surged even higher. Nothing got my juices flowing more than a tough opponent. I'd had a bit of time to prepare my defenses while he got to his feet though, which meant I was ready for the fucker.

He throws a shin kick right towards my abs, and I don't try to block it. I tense my abs, flexing them harder than cabled steel, and take that kick. OMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHH.. Talk about fucking power... the blow slams into my flexed abs like a goddamn MAC truck, but my flex holds. Pain ripples across my powerful abdominal muscles. The blow does some damage, saps some of my strength, but my flex holds. At the same time that kick slams into my abs, my left arm drops down, lighting fast, hooking the ankle of Ryan's leg, trapping it.

My right elbow spears down, aiming a devastating elbow strike to the kneecap of Ryan's trapped leg, while my right boot lashes out again, driving another devastating kick with my combat boot towards Ryan's planted kneecap, looking to absolutely fuck this Ranger's knees up. That oughta slow him down.

10:23 Ryan_Williams: My leg connects with full force to the abs of the blonde mercenary, the sheer strength behind the kick should be enough to put him down, but what a fuckin monster. He takes the kick and absorbs the force with his flexed abs, little shocked by it when you take the hit and hold my leg as soon as it hits. I try to jerk my leg and get it released from your grip but you smash an elbow right into the knee cap.

"UUHHHHHH" the hit sends so much pain to my leg and if that wasn't enough he comes back again with a kick to my knee. The pain in my right knee forces me to take a few steps back out of the asshole's reach. Taking two steps back limping and not putting pressure on my right leg I see behind the blonde guy Armstrong struggling in an arm breaking move by the middle-eastern guy. These fuckers are trained well, just as much as we are or maybe more who knows, they are a complete mystery for us while they seem to know a lot about the rangers putting us at a disadvantage. But all things aside, I have never failed a mission and that fact I will never change, I shake my leg to get some feeling back to it limping and putting pressure on it gradually as I think of a plan to save the lieutenant and take these guys down, just fighting head on is no strategy.

10:23 Joe_Armstrong: My shoulder smashes into the middle-eastern dude's thick muscled guts like a wrecking ball, my arms wrapping around his powerful waist, and driving him backwards through the Lt's desk in an explosion of breaking wood and flying splinters. I'm a tough bastard, hard muscled, well trained, and I don't plan on giving this terrorist piece of shit a single break. As soon as I smashed him down to the ground, I grunt, starting to push up with my boots, preparing to pivot around and get him in side mount.

That was my plan... but it failed spectacularly. This hard-muscled middle-eastern bastard didn't blink an eye, his legs snapped up around my waist trapping me in the guard with a speed and skill that totally caught me off guard before I could pivot. The sudden surge of pressure from the dude's enormously muscled thighs smashed into my obliques and my ribs with devastating force, sending a surge of pain and weakness ripping through my combat-trained muscle. That's when he went for the kill.

While I was distracted by that savage leg crush, the powerful bastard snatched my right arm in a classic textbook kimura from the guard, the combined strength of both his thickly muscled arms outpowering my own right arm. I felt my arm get wrenched backwards, felt the agony erupt from every single muscle and tendon in my arm as the pressure started to build. I gritted my teeth, thinking hard through the pain. Desperately, I grabbed a hold of my tactical belt with my right hand as the middle-eastern muscle beast started pushing my arm behind my back. If I hadn't done that, the fucker would have ripped my arm apart and left me a cripple. As it was, even if I manage to escape, my right arm is seriously fucked, it won't be at full strength.

I look over at Ryan as I desperately try to keep my grip on my tactical belt, to keep my arm from getting shattered. He's not doing so well himself, staggering backwards, limping, after a vicious attack by the bearded mercenary. Who the fuck are these guys? Where did they come from? Their training is incredible, special forces level. But we are Army Rangers. You don't fuck with us.

I let out a roar of determination, twist my body, and bring my left arm up. I extend my thumb, and grimly, smash my thumb into the middle-eastern muscle beast's neck, targeting his carotid artery. One of two things will happen. I'll either put the fucker to sleep, or he'll let my arm go. And he won't find it as easy to pull that trick on me again. The stakes are too high. Ryan's life. My Lt's life. The stakes are too high for me to fail.

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10:23 Hamid_Jacobs: Giving your arm a few yanks to rip your shoulder out of its socket I try hard to get your grip on the tactical belt released. But then I feel a sharp pressure on my neck as you jam a thumb on my carotid artery. Trained well enough in combat I know what he's going for and I also know what I need to do.

I let go of the Kimura lock before yanking really hard on it while still holding your right arm in one hand. I use the other hand to grab your thumb and get it off my neck, twisting the thumb as it gets off my throat. Using my mma battle training I shift the weight of you sideways with my powerful vice grip of my legs then twisting my body to maneuver my body on top of you with your arm still in my hand I yank it back hard while releasing the waist I sit on top of on your back yanking your arm back to an absolute breaking point. I grab a fistful of your hair and pull your head up. "Mother fucker!!!! You think you have a chance against me. I've killed rangers before. They scream a lot before they die." I have a grip smile on my face as I put your arm through hell.

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10:23 Max_Irons: Both my elbow and my boot smash into both of Ryan's kneecaps with a satisfying CRUNCH. The groan of pain from the double strike is music to my ears. Somehow, Ryan keeps his balance, ripping his boot free of my grip and backing off, limping especially on his right knee.

My abs are throbbing, sore from that kick. They can take one kick like that, but two ... probably not. This Ranger is damn good, damn strong, and damn fast. But I think I've slowed him down now with that damage to his knees. I don't give him any space though. He backs off, and I'm right on top of him, not giving him a chance to recover. My left hand surges forward, gripping Ryan's tactical belt, yanking him savagely towards me, trying to fuck up his balance, while my left leg sweeps behind his injured right knee, trying to sweep the Ranger's legs out from under him.

10:23 Ryan_Williams: My leg is killing me and it hurts a lot when I put my body weight onto the right leg. Trying to get a few seconds of break I limp backwards but this guy is not stopping for a second. He pulled me towards him by grabbing my tactical belt. This dude is jacked and pulls me so savagely towards him, I throw a punch into his face but before I know it he sweeps my leg and throws me down on the ground. Knowing the dangerous situation I am in I pull my left leg back and smash my boot right between the legs and follow the kick with another one to that bearded jaw.

I look over and watch Armstrong struggling, the Arab guy is gonna break his arm as he savagely grips his head by the hair. I crawl towards him and slowly get up on my feet limping and moving towards Armstrong to help him. From behind I grab the Arab guy's dark hair to pull his head back and wrap my arm around his neck. "Let him go!!!!" I yell as I start squeezing his neck with my bicep.

10:23 Joe_Armstrong: My thumb jabs savagely into the side of the muscle beast's neck, with precision and skill. All I need is three seconds... that's all I fucking need. But I don't get those three seconds. This guy is fast, dangerous, and deadly, twisting my thumb away before I can knock him out, but at least it makes him let go of the kimura. I try to wrench my arm completely free, gather myself to fight back, but fuck me... this dude steamrolls me, treating me like I'm a raw recruit. He's a goddamn fighting machine. I'm good. DAMN GOOD. I know I am, my ground fighting skills and instincts are elite.

But he still flips me over onto my front with a burst of muscle, using my right arm to control me. No matter how hard I tried to twist it free, I couldn't. My arm was in agony already, and I'd lost a lot of strength. But that was nothing compared to what happened next. The mother fucker sat on my back, and pushed my arm right to the breaking point, grabbing my hair, yanking my neck back savagely. I've never been so manhandled by another man in my entire career as Ranger. This wasn't a man... it was a fucking killing machine. For the first time, my confidence in my own abilities started to falter.

Then my right arm exploded in sickening agony as the terrorist uses his grip on my injured right arm to lock out my elbow and push it brutally behind his back. His words of ridicule burn in my ears, filling me with rage and shame as he exerts his total dominance over my combat-forged, elite trained Ranger muscle. I scream as I feel tendons and muscles in my right arm rip and tear, the bones getting dangerously near the breaking point. My powerful right arm... that I've built up over years of dedicated training, built up with steel-hard muscle, is literally getting torn to shreds by this fucking middle eastern muscle beast.

But I refuse to quit. REFUSE TO QUIT. Even though my body is getting fucking torn to shreds, I'll keep fighting while I have breath. I'ma Ranger. Ryan needs me. The Lt. needs me. My country needs me. I reach down with my left arm to my belt, and grab my combat knife. At the same time, I hear a commotion, and then I here Ryan shout out, "Let him go!!"

Ryan, my friend, my brother in arms, coming to rescue me. I fucking needed it, wasn't gonna lie. I can't see what Ryan is doing, but I'm gonna do my part, plunging my combat knife into the mercenary's right calf muscle, the only part of him I can effectively reach from my position.

10:23 Hamid_Jacobs: I am ripping the American 's arm to pieces, humiliating him by grabbing his hair and showing him how he is in a battle he can never win. I am almost to the breaking point yanking his arm and could hear a little cracking noise coming from the shoulder.

But just then I feel a strong hand yanking on my hair pulling my head back and a strong arm wraps around my neck. I let go of the hair as it wasn't important and used the hand to pry my fingers between my neck and his arm to create some breathing space. I let go of his vandalized arm and started smashing strong elbows back to this bearded ranger's knee. With me sitting on Joe's back the only viable option for me to get free was by hitting Ryan's injured knee. I hit the elbow into the knee and then use both arms to full pry open the arm around my neck.
Slowly and gradually I use my muscled strength and overpower Ryan and get my neck free and smashing another hit to the knee to force him back. Just then I feel a piercing pain in my leg as this bitch beneath me sticks a knife in my calf. As my leg starts to bleed, I drink the pain as I know I need to break this trained ranger as fast as possible. I let the knife stuck in to keep the blood loss to its bare minimum.

Grabbing the guy by the hair again I yank his head off the ground by the hair pull and smash it back into the ground banging his head into the ground, I pull his head back again and smash it into the ground once more. "You American bitches don't really learn your lesson...how dumb are you guys?" I pull your head by the hair once more and smash it back into the ground. I do this over and over "Eatt dirt you fucking piece of shit..!!" until I feel your head a bit heavier on my hair grip and then let go of your hair letting your head fall back on the ground. I get back up putting less pressure on my leg with a knife sticking out of it. "Bloody Fucker!!"

10:23 Max_Irons: I throw this mother fucking piece of American shit hard to the ground, sweeping his leg out from under him. Focused like a laser, on fire, I move in to finish this bastard off, when suddenly, despite his fucked up knee, he fires of a kick with his combat boot right into my goddamn crown jewels. FUCK FUCK FUCK... the fucking Ranger nails me hard, my balls erupt with pain like a volcano, twisting my goddamn guts and doubling me up. He tries to smash my jaw with his boot after crunching my nuts, but it slams into my chest instead, not doing much, as I double up hard from that nut blow.

I drop to my knees, breathing deep, fighting the nausea and agony roiling in my guts, holding my bruised balls. I watch as Ryan leaps on Hamid's back to hook in the sleeper, take a few more moments to get my breath back, to let my strength return as Hamid deals with Ryan, smashing his elbow into Ryan's hurt knee, using his sheer muscle power to rip himself free from that sleeper. I was fucking in awe of Hamid. I'm damn glad he's on my side. You've never met a better fighter, a more bloodthirsty, cold blooded ruthless killing machine. Ryan stumbles back, and that's my cue. By now, I've had enough time to fight off the worst of that ball-busting agony.

I charge in behind Ryan, reach out and grab his hair with my right hand, while at the same time, kicking him in the back of his right knee with my steel-toed combat boot with every bit of muscle I got, to do more damage to it, and to force the bastard to his knees. I yank back savagely on his hair, pulling the fucking American's head back, while driving my elbow down like a goddamn thunderbolt directly into his bearded, handsome face.

10:23 Ryan_Williams: My knee is already in a bad shape, I grab this Arab guy's hair and put him in a sleeper, thinking this is gotta help Armstrong to get free from this guy. I squeezed hard on his neck and applied pressure but he smashed back a strong elbow to my knee. "AGHHHH FUCKK!!" I yell in pain, everyone fucking knows my knee is bad and the Arab dude takes advantage of it smashing elbow to my knee a couple of times. Making my grip on his neck weak, he grabs my arm and with raw power just simply rips my arm away from his neck.

I think to myself no wonder Armstrong; one of the best combat fighters and a strong ranger is being manhandled by this dude. He is a killing machine, someone who just doesn't stop. With my sleeper unsuccessful the Arab dude smashes another hit to the knee and I stumble back limping. I hope I have given my friend enough time to catch a break and maneuver out of this bad situation.

Just then a really strong grip on my hair pulls my head back from behind pulling on my hair and then smashing a kick to the back of my knee to force me down on my knees. Falling on my knees I grabbed the wrist which was holding my hair so brutally to get it off. I look up as my head gets yanked at the way back with my hair to see the blonde bearded guy again. Fuckkk these guys are too strong and done back down. With my face wide open I see an elbow coming for my face, with one hand still on your wrist I use the other arm to block that hit.

The hit being so fast I am only able to deflect it and not block it, the below hits right onto my mouth breaking a tooth in the front. I spit out blood and my tooth on the ground. My head still grabbed by the fucking hair keeping me from falling on the ground. Feeling dazed and confused I shake my head a little to get rid of the cobwebs to see Joe brutally getting his head smashed into the ground. I thought I gave him the opening but it turns out the Arab guy got him again, how is that possible. I on the other hand wasn’t doing well either, my body on my knees being controlled by the blonde guy by my hair. I could use some help from Joe as well but it turns out he is in his own world of troubles.

I know I can’t let my friend and my lieutenant die, with a rush of motivation I sent a strong elbow back into your abs knowing your abs have taken a hit previously. I smash another hit to the abs and get back up, sending a third elbow back directed towards your face.

10:23 Joe_Armstrong: Whatever Ryan is doing is working, as the arab muscle beast drops my right arm, which is on fire with agony, muscles and tendons torn. I can barely move it. But just then, I stab that knife into the mother fucker's calf, expecting him to scream, to get off me. But he doesn't. Instead he grabs my hair again, yanking it back savagely, pain ripping through my scalp as his grip threatens to rip my hair out by the roots.

Then, there is a sickening CRUNCH... as my face is smashed with brutal, savage force to the ground. There is a small explosion of blood from my mouth and nose.. I'm dazed, trying to think straight, when my head is jerked up again, I hear his insults and curses driving into my brain as my face is smashed again ... and again ... at some point, my nose shatters, my eyes roll back in my head. My brain is on fire with the pain. I've lost a few teeth, and blood is pouring out of my nose and mouth. Finally, he drops me, and my head falls limply into a gathering pool of my own blood. My thick, steel-hard Ranger muscle twitches spastically here and there as my nerves misfire from the brutal treatment. But I'm not even thinking of getting up. I'm barely awake... nearly in shock from pain.

10:23 Hamid_Jacobs: Smashing that dude's face into the ground made me think that this is what I wanted to do to the people who killed my parents. A sense of anger should boil in me at times like these in such an intense fight. But my mind was calm, not at all angry, I felt his head go limp as the eyes rolled back. I know he's out.

I get back up and limp with the knife still jabbed into my calf, I limo and walk towards the chair behind the lieutenant's now broken table and take a seat looking at the other Ranger being manhandled by Max too. He was on his knees dazed as fuck. I sat on the chair and took off my black vest. Pulled out the knife from my calf and tore up my vest using a piece of it to wrap my leg. All packed up I see the Joe guy still laying on his own pool of blood while the other one was sending elbows to Max's abs and face while the ranger was all charged up and focused on Max. I got back up and rushed towards him to help out Max.

While he's too busy sending elbows I rushed and went closer to his sending a strong knee into his abs to stop the array of elbows. I grabbed his collar and sent another strong knee to the gut. "Grab him Max" I tell you to take care of his arms and Max pulls Ryan into a full nelson pulling his arms up and out of the way. I am having a brutal day today and feel like dismantling his intestines.

I grab Ryan by the hair from the front of his head to look at his expressions while he takes each punch. BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM.

Repeating a right uppercut into Ryan's abs one after the other, I could feel his abs flexed to stop the endure the punches but I knew the flex won't hold past one punch with the strength I have. I smash his abs one after the other driving punches into his gut full force. Each punch stronger than before I intend to break his abs. After almost 10 punches I stop. I nod at you to let him go.

With my grip still on his hair I pull him closer turning him around. He tries to go down with the assault he entire but I do not allow it with the rough grip on his hair. Turning him around I pin his both arms behind with just one hand while the other is used to control him by the hair making him stand still. "Give him your best Max"

10:23 Max_Irons: The mother fucking American piece of shit partially blocks my elbow strike, but I still smash his mouth up savagely, and fuck up his day. But he's one helluva a tough mother fucker, sending elbows back into my sore abs... OFFFFF OFFFFFF... Fuck. Pain wracks my abs, my flex holds, but only barely, pain rippling across my steel hard abs.

Then, the bastard sends an elbow up to my face, snapping my head to the side, and sending blood dribbling out of my jaw staining my beard red. I'm dazed... but I still don't let go of the mother fucker.

I look over as Hamid stands up. The other ranger is lying in a broken heap, a spreading pool of blood spreading out from his face. He's twitching, spasms rippling across the hard-muscled Ranger's body. You don't fuck with Hamid. You simply don't. Hamid has wrapped up the stab wound in his calf, and is moving towards us. I smile evilly. Oh fuck, this is gonna be good.

Hamid smashes Ryan in the guts, stops his attack on me cold, throws him to me to trap him in a full nelson. As Hamid starts smashing his fist into Ryan's hard-muscled abs, I can feel the power behind each fist driving Ryan's battered body against me. I can actually feel as Hamid's fist breaks down Ryan's flexed abs, driving deeper into his body with each blow.

Then, it's my turn. I glance over at the other Ranger, but he's still down. That deep bloodlust, that lust for destroying another powerful man burns in my veins like a fire as Hamid secures Ryan. I growl, nodding at Hamid, "Brace him for me." Hamid knows exactly what I mean, and switches his stance, bracing himself against his back leg, holding Ryan in place by the grip on his hair and the lock on his arms.

I stand in place, and give out a loud shout, "KAIIIIIIIII", drawing on my karate training back in the Australian SAS. I spin around on one boot, and drive my right combat boot in a full spinning back kick, with enough power to shatter wood, deep into Ryan's already bashed and crushed abs!!!!

Without taking a break, I spin again, delivering a second spinning back kick into the Ranger's destroyed guts. Planning on simply pulverizing his abs, rupturing internal organs, totally and completely fucking this Ranger to hell and back. I scream, "That will FUCKING TEACH YOU TO GET IN OUR WAY, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF AMERICAN SHIT!!! GET FUCKED, YOU WEAK ASS RANGER SCUM!" I spin one more time, and deliver a third spinning back kick, driving my combat boot so deep into Ryan's broken core I swear I can feel his fucking spine.

Then, chest heaving, I stand in front of the fucking Ranger, snapping my boot up in a roundhouse kick, smashing my steel-toed boot deep into his bearded jaw from the right, and then without a pause, smash him again in his bearded jaw, from the left. Gonna fucking break his jaw to put the cherry on top of his suffering.

10:23 Ryan_Williams: I smash my elbows into the blonde guy and I feel the momentum of the fight shifting my way as the guy looks dazed. I think to myself about a plan to take this guy down and then take care of the Arab guy.

Bhamm!!!

Out of nowhere the Arab guy comes in hot smashing a knee right into my gut. The dude has so much power I can't even hold my flex against such an intensive battler. I try to retaliate against him but this blonde guy pulls up his arms and traps me in a full nelson from behind. With my arms trapped I knew I was fucked. The Arab guy grabs my hair with such raw strength like he would so easily just rip my hair out. But this was just the beginning. On what came was something words can't define. Punches started raining into my gut each punch so strong as if I was being hit by a bulldozer. The power behind them was nothing I had ever seen. My flex abs give in just after the first punch and the other that came after that might have just dismantled my insides. The punch has so much power I was worried that my insides were gonna rip out.

That wasn't it the guy was looking at my face after every punch like a maniac to see the expressions on my face. The punches made me feel sick. I took 10 punches to the gut all in the pit of my stomach before the guy stopped finally. I was glad for a second that the assault was over. All I wanted was to lay down as the pain was excruciating. I coughed out so much blood after the punches stopped. But these demons weren't done with me.

Again, I was grabbed by the hair and yanked back with so much brutality. The Arab guy now trapped by arms behind holding me still by the hair when the blonde guy stayed his assault. These guys were playing with me like a toy. Showing their strength off by making me suffer. They had no honor, no sense of duty or respect of any sort. The first kick breaks my rib as I hear a loud CRACKK!!. I wanted to bend forward so badly and hold my aching gut but the grip on the hair was so tight I couldn't bend forward and my hands were secured well. The second kick came in and then the final one, literally reaching my spine. There was no voice coming out of my mouth as if I had lost the ability to speak. I was in so much pain. Ad if it wasn't enough, the guys sends a spinning kick to my jaw from the side if it wasn't for the hair grip on my head, my body would have gotten thrown 10 feet away it had such strength but then instantly the second one came, blood, spit tooth just flying out of my mouth from the decimating kick to the jaw knocking me the fuck out. The Arab guy lets go of my hair and I fall down like a bag of wheat. FUCKK!!! trembling sensation in my entire body as I no longer have a shred of energy to fight against these guys. I am on the floor at their mercy, the pain clouding my judgment and no motivation could help me get up now. I feel ashamed for letting down Joe, the lieutenant and my family. My eyes barely open as I feel myself passing out from the pain.

10:23 Joe_Armstrong: I'm in a daze, half awake, half knocked out, and both halves are filled with agonizing pain. Vaguely, as if from a long way off, I hear a rhythmic pounding, it reminds me of when I worked in a butcher's shop in high school, when the butcher would tenderize the sides of beef with a heavy mallet, a wet meaty thunk, the sound of muscle get smashed.

Inside my head, I'm fighting a battle. A part of me just wants to go to sleep, to make the pain stop, but the other part of me is screaming in my ear, "GET THE FUCK UP SOLDIER! THAT'S YOUR FRIEND, YOUR BROTHER, RYAN GETTING BEATEN TO FUCKING DEATH. GET UP RANGER!" Grimly, I force myself awake, screaming at myself the entire time. I'm a fucking Ranger. We don't quit. We fight to the end. We don't leave anyone behind. I'll be FUCKED if I'm going to let these terrorist bastards kill my Lt. and my brother Ryan. NO FUCKING WAY.

I try to push up, while the two terrorists are busy beating the absolute shit out of Ryan. The rage started to burn inside me at the sight of the blood gushing out of Ryan's mouth as the blond, bearded mercenary delivered a series of spinning back kicks into his guts. I planted my left hand on the floor of the tent, and with a surge of muscle, pushed myself up. My right arm was hanging limply, it was one hot mess of fire, basically destroyed, tendons ripped, muscles torn. I couldn't even lift it. My face was a bloody mess, broken nose, teeth miss, blood staining my face like a red mask.

I finally got to my feet, as quietly as I could while the blond mercenary smashed Ryan's jaw with two brutal roundhouse kicks. I could actually see Ryan's teeth go flying through the air in a cloud of blood. At that point, I saw red hot fire, I reached over my shoulder with my left hand, and grabbed my second combat knife from my back sheathe, pulled it out, and charged at Hamid's back just as Ryan was flung to the ground like a broken piece of garbage. I plunged that knife with everything I had left directly for Hamid's back. I'd never quit. NEVER.

10:23 Hamid_Jacobs: My punches broke the Ranger's abs and Max's kicks broke his chances to fight back. He lays on the ground brutally beaten and knocked out completely. I reach down and grab the shirt of this ranger and rip off his name tag. I have a habit of collecting those of the Americans I beat or kill. With one swift motion I rip off the name tag and put it in my pocket.

Once I reached down to get the name tag I didn't realize the other ranger was up and behind me. Max easily saw the ranger running towards me with a knife. I got back up after putting the tag in my pocket and Max screams, "LOOK OUT!!" I immediately turned and saw the ranger running towards me just a feet or two away. I tried to slide away from his blade but it was too late. With a slashing sound, the knife plunges into my oblique on the left side. "Aghhhhhh fuckkkkk" pain rushes through my body as this wasn't just a slash, it was deeper than that. I grab Joe's wrist to stop him from plunging it further in. I snap my head straight back into his already broken nose with a headbutt to push him away from me as I stagger to the side in pain. Taking out the knife and to stop the bleeding I let Max take over and fight the guy, already handing him an edge with the headbutt and Joe shouldn't have much in his tank anyway.

I grab a piece of cloth to stop the bleeding, not knowing if there is any internal damage, usually that region doesn't have any major organs until the knife goes in too deep. I pull out my tactical belt and throw out whatever is in there and wrap it around my waist like a karate belt tying the knot to keep myself from bleeding out.

10:23 Max_Irons: As soon as I drop that fucking pile of broken American trash, I grin as Hamid bends over to collect his souvenir, another name tag from another defeated enemy. These Rangers thought they were a match for us? Fuck them. Then, suddenly, as Hamid bends over, I see that other Ranger, his name tag reads "Sgt. Joe Armstrong", someone managing to get up to his feet, his knife in hand, charging towards Hamid, after the absolute smashing he got from Hamid. Instantly I shout out, "LOOK OUT!"

Hamid hears me just in time, starting to slide away, but Joe sinks his blade into Hamid's obliques. MOTHER FUCK... Hamid is one of the toughest bastards I've ever seen, but even he is gonna feel that. I start to charge forward, not waiting a second, as Hamid, that tough mother fucker, keeps Joe from plunging the blade in deeper. He smashes his head backwards into Joe's broken nose, and the Ranger lets out a deep moan of pain, blood splashing everywhere.

That's when I reach the mother fucker. I rear back my right combat boot, while he is stagger, and I kick that mother fucking American Ranger right in his goddamn balls with every bit of muscle I can muster. The fucking American doubles up, sounding like a sick cow, starting to fall forward, when I grab his hair, and smash his face down into my knee, with a sickening CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. More blood sprays everywhere, and the Ranger goes limp.

I grab the Ranger's fucked up right arm, noticing how thickly muscled this American soldier is, he's a powerful mother fucker, a brave bastard too, but it's clear he was no match for Hamid. I twist the Ranger's fucked up arm behind his back with my left hand in a hammerlock, feeling more tendons rip and tear in the process as I grab his hair with my right, yank his face back, and hold his face up forcing him to face Hamid. His face is nothing but a ruin. He was once a handsome dude, but not anymore. I look up at Hamid who has patched up the knife wound. I'm hoping like fuck that knife didn't sink in to deep, but to judge how Hamid is still standing and moving, I think we lucked out. I snarl, "Go for it brother, this mother fucking piece of American shit is all yours. Fuck him up bro."

10:23 Joe_Armstrong: That blond, bearded mercenary shouts out a warning!! FUCK.. Grimly, I keep charging, plunging that blade towards Hamid's back as he tries to slide, luck is with me though, as that blade plunges into the arab muscle beast's obliques, sinking in. Just a little more and I'll hit an internal organ... but then Hamid grabs my hand, stopping me cold. NO FUCKING WAY. NO FUCKING WAY. I'm still dizzy, it's taking everything I can, plus a shit ton of adrenalin to focus as it is. My reflexes are dulled way down, there is so much pain. Grimly, I pull myself together, gather my strength to outmuscle this Arab piece of shit. THERE IS NO WAY I'M GONNA LET THEM KILL RYAN OR OUR LT. NO FUCKING WAY...

My muscles surge, I gather my strength, then CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK the bastard slams his head backwards, right into my broken nose. The pain is unbelievable... sends shards of white hot lightning shooting through my skull, flashes of bright light in my eyes. I let go of my knife, staggering back, blood pouring down my nose, now with multiple fractures. I can't see... can't focus... too much pain. I'm a Ranger... I'm a RANGER... I'm a...

WHAMMMMMMMMMMM Some kind of bomb suddenly explodes in my balls, ripping through my nuts like a firestorm, exploding out into my guts, robbing me of every ounce of strength and breath I have, setting off a roiling, churning gut-twisting nasuea deep in my powerful core. I start to double up, can't even put two thoughts together, when my hair is violently seized, my head is forced down at speed, then there is another CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. An explosion of blood and pain rips through my face, I feel more bones breaking, I think my cheek bone is broken. But I don't have time to think long. My eyes roll back in my head as I go limp, blood and stomach bile dribbling out of my mouth, my face a ruined mess. When I wake up next, I'm on my knees, a hand is trying to rip my hair out by the roots, and my right arm ... my right arm is twisted behind my back.

I scream... There is so much pain coming from every part of my body, my nuts, my destroyed arm, my bashed in face, that my self control starts to completely evaporate. I stare up into Hamid's eyes. I'm fucked. I'm fucked. I'm fucked. Ryan... the Lt... no. Can't... have to find a way out. Won't quit. WON'T GIVE UP.

10:23 Hamid_Jacobs: I am in pain, though I have packed myself up and the wound doesn't look fatal. I look back to see Max has beaten up Joe badly, with his broken arm twisted behind his back and his hair gripped so tight they might pull out from the scalp. Max has him in place and I now have the chance to get back to this guy for trying to stab me. I feel no rage or anger against me. My mind is still calm, I focus on fixing mu injuries first than getting mixed up with the stupid feelings like rage or patriotism like the other guys in the tent.

Having no belonging to anything or anyone, I grab the bottle lying around which was earlier on the table of the lieutenant and drink a big sip of water and walk down towards Joe and max. I slap Joe in the face, "I told you to stay down haven't I? You should know when to quit. You shouldn't have tried to stab me, this is something I can't forgive".

I grab his shirt and pull rip out the name tag, "Annddd another one in the bagg!! Pathetic Americans" ripping the name tag out I put it in my pocket neatly preserved before it gets stained by blood.

I rip the uniform Joe is wearing, breaking all the buttons to expose his torso, his chest is well built and impressive. I ball up my fist and place it gently between the pecs. "You know what I want to do? I will punch you in the heart until it stops" I wide smile comes to my face as I say the words out loud.

I take a step back while Max has him secured and I start with the barrage of punches. My punches start raining onto the same spot right between the pecs. LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT LET RIGHT...

BHAM BHAM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM

My punches hit your chest and create a bruising in the middle of your chest the size of my fist.

BHAM BHAM BHAM BHAM BHAM BHAM BHAM BHAM BHAM BHAMM

The rib cage starts to break now as we hear CRACKING sounds multiple times with punches not stopping for a single second. Sweat pours down my forehead but my determination is unwavering and the punches do not stop.

BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM

The bones are breaking completely now, not just getting fractured. Your eyes roll back and Max yells at me. "I think he's out" Being too focused on the punches and the sound of my fist banging against his chest I do not hear a word and goes on with my barrage.

BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM. BAHMMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMM BHAMMM BHAMM BHAMM....BHAMMMMMMMMMM

With so many punches the bones are broken to multiple pieces, some even broken to shards, a few bones of the rib cage even sticking out from the chest as the entire torso gets covered with blood. And the heart stops when one of the bones crashes into the heart stopping it permanently.The splashback of the blood is on my face as well. I stop the punches and breathe heavily taking in air after the strong workout. A total of 48 punches broke your chest into pieces.

I grab your hair and throw you across the room towards where Ryan is lying. A devious smile on my face as I look at Max, the mission is a success. Let's take the Lieutenant.

10:23 Joe_Armstrong: I look into those eyes... Those eyes are dark, cold, devoid of emotion. That is what finally gets to me... finally makes me nearly piss myself with a deep, deep fear that I've never felt before. I started to shake as he calmly went about patching himself up. My entire body was quivering, in pain and fear and shame. I kept trying to think of someway out of this ... some final clever move... anything.

Hamid walked up insulting me, slapping my face, and casually ripped my name tag off my uniform. He puts it in his pocket... what the fuck? Like collecting trophies from his enemies? That filled me with rage, I'm a proud Ranger, a goddamn American warrior, not some fucking trophy. I start to struggle, trying to fight back when Hamid rips my uniform right off my chest, exposing the thick, solid muscled pecs I've spent so much effort building. He tells me what he's going to do... but I don't believe him. No fucking way can he do that. Not with a stab wound in his side. No fucking way does he have that much strength. I'm a tough fucker. Despite everything I've been through, I know how tough I am.

Then, the punches start in. Relentless. Powerful, focused. At first I think I can take them. I'm sure I can endure. I'm a goddamn Army Ranger. I'll take it, then break free and kill both of these sadistic mother fucking shit bags... but the punches keep coming. The pain grows more and more. No one punch does that much damage... but they don't stop. I can feel massive bruises start to spread out from the middle of my chest... the pain grows... I scream... all thoughts of defiance drain out of my head. My pride ... my determination ... my strength of will, there is nothing left now but pain... CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK my breast bone shatters. I scream again. My head droops.... more blows smash into my broken chest, caving it in, blood gushes out of my mouth in a small river as my mighty chest collapses. I can't think... There is nothing but pain ... fear ... shame ... failure ... and finally, when one of those broken bones ruptures my heart, there is death. And nothing else. One dead Army Ranger. His chest caved in by Hamid's power. His heart was crushed.

10:23 Max_Irons: I hold that mother fucking Ranger in place, watching with delight as Hamid rips into him, collecting his name tag, and using the man's thick, hard-muscled chest like a speed bag. I feel every twitch of agony, every single spasm of pain, every convulsion right up until the moment the fucker dies. I let him go, dropping him to the ground, to lay there on his side, blood still trickling out of his mouth, his eyes are open, staring at nothing, and his chest looks like someone stomped a fucking mudhole in it, all caved in, broken bones sticking through.

I stand up, "Good fucking job Hamid. Now, let's get the hell outtta here. I'll carry the Lt. But first ..." I kneel down by Ryan, feeling for a pulse. The fucker is still alive. Good. I step down and plant my boot right between the Ranger's shoulder blades. I grab his hair, and yank back, watching as the sudden jolt of pain makes the Ranger wake up, his eyes opening. I spit down into his face. "Look you fucking piece of shit. See your mate over there." I point Ryan's face over at Joe's very dead body. "That's your fucking fault you piece of shit. You are a fucking pathetic waste of space. You Rangers think you are fucking tough? You aren't even worthy to lick up our spit from the dirt. Die mother fucker. Die knowing what a weak ass failure you are." Then, I with a grunt I pull back hard on Ryan's hair, looking down into his eyes the entire time, smiling sadistically, drinking in his pain and suffering, admiring the twisted way his broken jaw marred his good looks. I draw it out.... pulling harder ... harder ... harder ... until finallly... CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK I pull back so hard I break his fucking neck. I let go of him, letting his head flop at a weird angle. I pick up the Lt. "C'mon Hamid, let's get the fuck out of here. We'll have some fun when this Lt. wakes up, making him talk."

10:23 Ryan_Williams: Knocked out cold from the last kick I feel a strong and heavy weight on my back pressing me as if I am being crushed beneath a giant rock. I start to get my consciousness back and feel a hand on my hair gripping it so tight and pulling my head up "Ughhh ughhh aaahhh'' I come to being yelled at by the blonde mercenary. He yanks my head and makes me see Armstrong beaten up, makes me see his dead body. FUCKKK!!! NO NO NO NO NO!!!! I see my fellow ranger brutally killed, his chest filled with blood as if he was attacked by a wild bear or something. I feel ashamed knowing I failed in protecting my friend, my lieutenant and I let down my family.

Tears roll down my eyes and then you start yanking my head by the strong grip on my head. "AGHHHH AGHHHHH AAAAAAAA" my neck taking immense pressure breaking apart. My hair on the scalp is ripping, but not completely giving up. "FUCKKK AHHHH PLEASE LET GO!!!!" I yell at the top of my voice before my neck finally gives up and breaks. My eyes start to shut down and the lights go out as my head flops down on the ground. Killing me at this point was a mercy.

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