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Vikky watched as Adrian near blasted a tank to bits. The 20mm was the highest caliber a weapon came in, equivilent to .79 caliber weapon, 29 higher than a .50 BMG. She would have to remember NOT to mess with that rifle. The chinese tank, while not spectacular or grand in any way for a main battle tank, was still a damn tank. To rough one up like that was beyond a godhand. Her ears rang as the thunder-like percussion of the balistic was still echoing in her ears. Swagger swapped weapons with "Mick", or however you said his name.... She didn't really take note. Once he had an M-4 in his hands, he lead the group into a building. She beckoned for Adrian and Marcus to follow, allong with the rest of their troop. She jumped in just in time to see Swagger engaged with a chinese soldier, whom weilded a blade in a knife like fashion. She was about to pull out her sidearm, and assist, before Swagger almost literally poured his guts out into the room. The odor of his organs filled the air with their putressence...and they weren't even rotted remains yet. Inside of a man smelt terrible...

She nodded to him, before looking down the hallway of a building. Her crouch low, and ready to engage at a moment's notice. Her footsteps were wide and balanced, so she could take cover on either side of the hall if nessicary. She slowly approached the first door, a first floor office of some sort, she was sure. She walked to the door, and placed her shoulder against the wall next to the door. She gripped her rifle tighter, and took a deep breath. She took to a stand, and brought her leg around to kick the oppisite side of the door, as the spetsnaz instructor had showed during a demonstation. The door cracked, and swung open. Almost like water filling a bowl, she moved in the door, staying low, and even dropping to a crouch. She swung her rifle around the room, confirming that it was clear. She made sure that even behind the door was clear, before she spoke in a low accented voice.
"Clear."

She turned around, still having her bayoneted rifle ready. She looked at the door across from the room she was in, hastily moving towards it. She repeated the process, differing her tactics. This time, she booted the door like a normal door breaching. The door cracked as last time, and again in a swift motion, she stepped through the door. Though this time, it wasn't followed by silence. The sound of a pistol came to life, and echoed throught the building, as a chinese man shot his sidearm six times at the...ceiling? Viktoryah had stepped in, and kept moving, using the barrel of her weapon to redirect the man's arm as he tried to kill her. Her bayonet sunk in the soft flesh of his armpit, punctuing the blood vessle there. She then pulled her rifle down, causing the blade embedded in the man to pull him to the ground, slamming him there with a thud. She side-stepped, walking over him with a rather dutiful stomp as she moved over his chest, causing him to groan in pain and roll on his side to nurse his wound. Her rifle sights came back to her eye as she sweeped across the room. Another chinese popped out from behind a desk, wielding an SMG of some sort, offering the deadly spray of his weapon in her direction. She ducked low, into almost a prone, her shoulders and knees on the ground, hoping to get low enough to be out of his firing range. The chinese man had to stand up to reposition his weapon to her. A false mistake. As soon as she saw his head raise from behind the desk, she lined her sights up with his torso, pulling the trigger on her own weapon, causing the weapon to sing death on the wings of hell's drums.

But before she could rise, a third chinese man rushed out from seemingly nowhere with a battlecry that probably woke his ansestors...or some bull like that. He wielded a long tanto blade. He came forward trying to stomp on Viktoryah. But she was swift. She pulled her rifle close, and began to roll like a barrel, away from the man. She was able to roll untill she was granted enough space to spin on her belly, using her systema training into a crouch, holding her rifle out in front of her like a bayonet. The man reached to his hip, presumably for his pistol, but the Russian wasn't going to find out. She pulled the trigger of her rifle, catching the man three times in his torso, before stepping in, and shoving him to the ground with the broad side of her rifle. He would bleed out.

But as she stepped forward to make sure he was neutralized, yet another soldier came around a sharp corner, from another door in the room, a loud 'Yaaaah'! escaping his lips as his foot came forward in a circular kick, knocking the rifle out of Viktoryah's hands. It clattered to the ground. Surprised, Viktoryah stumbled to grasp her sidearm, but she was cut off by the rest of the chinese soldier coming around the corner as well. He too, had a long blade in his hand, as he came around, taking the stance of whatever chinese martial art he had been taught. He placed a quick instep kick to catch Viktoryah off guard, before pushing her back. She stumbled a few steps, her thigh throbbing from the kick that had been delivered. The man smirked, as if victorious, and began to reach for his sidearm. Viktoryah regained her wits, and gathered her guts, as she regained her footing, and charged the man, whom just barely got a grip on his sidearm before he was tackled by the young girl. Her weight combined with her charge was enough to knock him off his feet, and she was able to get him in a sambo position. Her knees dug into his sides, and she sat on his chest. She then began to wallop his face with hammerblows. The man put up his guard to defend himself after the first few strikes...somthing she wanted him to do. As he brought his arm up to block her strike, she gripped his arm, twisting it at the wrist, untill it was palm up. She shifted all of her weight to the knee that she would sit upon the open wrist. The other hand, would jolt to the man's throat in a choke, knowing if he didn't want to black out, her would have to try and remove her hand.

However, the man reached up for her elbow instead of her wrist, pinching the inside of her elbow, and forcfully pulling her off of him...which was fairly easy to due to her light overall weight. He rolled with her, before positioning himself on top of her as she had him before. He pressed both arms to her throat, a mad grin taking over his face as he proceeded to choke the child soldier. She gritted her teeth roughly, as she could feel her face turning red. The smaller female was obviously easier to physically overpower. But she wouldn't give in. She jerked her right knee in sharply to her body, as if she were to curl up into a ball, her joint smashed exactly where she wanted it: in the man's kidney. He yelped in pain, and his grip losened due to muscle spasms. She didn't hesitate to grab the bends of his elbows, and press against his choke, freeing her airway. She turned sideways, making more space for her to slide out of the man's full mount. His rear end now rested on her hips instead of her chest. She leant forward, pushing the man backwards. He had regained his wits now, and wrapped his arms around the girl, in almost a hug as he pulled her on top of her. She felt herself being crushed by the man. She reeled her neck as far back as she could, smashing her forehead into the man's nose, creating a small headbutt, and a loud crack, along with her glasses flinging from her head.. The man yipped in pain, and released the girl, as she rolled away from him. She was able to roll once before she heard the man yell. She looked up at him, blood draining rapidly from his probably broken nose, his eyes watery and tears rolling down his cheeks. It took every ounce of her feminine instinct to try and help a person in pain to not stop the fight.

But the chinese had more planned for her. Bending to pick up his knife, he charged her again, swinging the blade in combination with chinese martial art styled attacks with his fists and feet. Viktoryah curled her body and deflected most of the blows. But victory came for her when he came at her with a wide, spinning kick. She took a large step backwards, out of the kick's way, but within arm's reach. Once the kick arched towards her, she quickly almost smacked the kick in the direction it was already going, adding to the man's momentum, and unbalancing his attack. Once his side was exposed, she placed a boot to the back of the man's kneecap, dropping his weight out from under him, making him slam to the ground. Her head at her feet, she dropped to one knee, placing her shin across his throat. Sweat dripped from her forehead onto the ground. The slam had knocked the wind out of him, and with her weight choking him, it was only a few seconds before the man lost vision, and passed out. Once she was sure that was the case, she slowly stood, panting quite vigorously.

She almost bolted back to her rifle picking it up, and putting the sling around her this time, before sliding to a crouch. Still breathing hard, she felt her voice waver as she called to her comrades.
"C-clear...."