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[Phantom]

"HOLD HERE, THE ARMOR IS MOVING IN TO CRUSH THESE DOGS!"
At that instant, 6 Leopard A2's roll into view, firing HEAT Rounds at the Irishmen.

[adwarf]

OOC : Are you not going to help me not kill me

[Phantom]

I'm gonna see what you can do against 6 modern Main Battle Tanks with a 70 year old Sherman Tank.

[adwarf]

Grabing an RPG off the ground Adwarf shoots it at one of the tanks it hits the tank near its gas tank and it explodes he rams another round into and tells the shermans to move forward with four Rpgs " Come on cut a hole in them" He shoots the second round and it destroys another tank

[adwarf]

OOC : I am going to massacre them
One of the shermans runs into the swedes tank upon contact it explodes
OOC : Ha got them rigged to blow

[Phantom]

The 5 other tankers, however, are not happy.
3 charge at your men, firing all cannons with an additional man on top with a .50 Caliber Machine Gun. 1 Tank flanks on each side of the Irishman's men, one managing to get close enough for one of the gunners to mow several down with a the .50 Cal.

[adwarf]

Adwarf grabs another rpg off the ground launches it into another and it explodes the sherman rams into 2 of the tanks and explodes any other tanks left are mopped up by the 3 rpgs

[adwarf]

OOC : Maybe I should throw like 20 tanks and 100 swedes at you see how you like it

[Hubris Incalculable]

"Ach, sure! I'll just change intae mah invisible body armour and put anither clip intae mah incorpreal assault rifle, shall i, ye daft Ruskie? Unless, of course, ye'd be willin' tae loan me somethin'?" The irate Scotsman quickly retorted.

[Phantom]

OOC: Actually, taking those out would be quite easy for 2 Ukrainian Platoons and a BTR.
You see, AN-94's and AK-74's are more reliable than a FN FNC and have a higher effective range. And, unlike your Militia, they wear body armor which would help save from the stray bullet. They also have quite a few RPG-22's which can penetrate through Swedish Tank Armor. Plus, the Kornet missiles are quite effective when fired from the tower, as they can be steered into the Tanks. And one thing about you, I let you get away with destroying those Tanks, as an RPG-7 would need several shots to take down a Leopard A2 as it is the European equivalent to the M1 Abrams. I mean seriously, I would bash anybody that says 45 Irishmen and a few rusty Sherman tanks can defeat all of the Swedish Tank Corps and Infantry Corps. For fucks sake man, there's a reason why they replaced the Sherman.

"Ach, sure! I'll just change intae mah invisible body armour and put anither clip intae mah incorpreal assault rifle, shall i, ye daft Ruskie? Unless, of course, ye'd be willin' tae loan me somethin'?" The irate Scotsman quickly retorted.

"You did not just call me a ruskie you arse. You just, did not, call a Ukrainian a Ruskie."
Kovalenko is seen tightening his combat gloves.

[Hubris Incalculable]

"Weel can onybody but you an' yoors tell the the dufference between yer accents? Ah'm sure tha' bog-dwellin' mick o'er there (*points at adwarf*) couldnae either!"


His grip on the newspaper tightens as he says this

[Phantom]

((Erm, he's fighting Swedes right now.))
"The hell? I don't have the same accent as a Ruskie at all! I'd be focusing more on my V, Z, and O sounds if I were a Ruskie. Sir, I still take offense to that, and I challenge you to sober combat."

[Hubris Incalculable]

((Oops, sorry. i don't have that good an idea about where everyone is at the moment))

"Weel, it'll hae ta wait, cos ah'm bloody drunk tha noo! bu' fer noo, whaur kin ah get an o' thae guns ta kick some deed-maun's arse?"

[Phantom]

"You know what I can't take your accent any longer."
Kovalenko removes his bulletproof vest and helmet, but throws his gas mask at the Scot's newspaper.
"Let's go!"

[Hubris Incalculable]

"RIGHT!"

although his wrist is slightly jarred by the gas mask hitting his paper, the Scot still manages to deliver a sharp blow down onto the Ukrainians head with his paper, before it flops over uselessly from the stress it was so recently subjected to. The Scot then drops his paper and assumes a boxing stance. "tha' wis mah crossword ye ruined wi' yer hied, ye daft stone-hieded bastard!"