[ Oh for Chrissake- can't the woman run away from that walking corpse, at least? It's leaping towards her, and Sharpe squints his eyes. He wishes he's Hagman at this moment, because Hagman has always been a better shot than he is. But Sharpe feels his eyes sharpen, his breath evening out. He can't miss, and his hand steadies on the rifle and he fires again.
The corpse explodes, its head burst from the shot that drives itself into its head. Gore splatters everywhere, and Sharpe winces as he sees some of it land on Mia. Oh, if he knows anything 'bout that woman, she's not going to be happy about it.
He shoves his rifle underneath his jacket, pulling his shako harder over his head. When he's sure his eyes and his gun aren't going to be drenched by rain - the only things that matter in a battle, and this is a matter, no mistake, and the bastards can't even be arsed to be decent enough to atack soldiers - he runs over towards her, leaning over until he's somewhat blocking her from the incessant rain. ]
Walking corpses, ma'am. [ Dryly. ] Plenty of 'em 'round here, and they've been coming along since morning.
[ A beat, and he cocks his head. ] You saw nothing?
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The corpse explodes, its head burst from the shot that drives itself into its head. Gore splatters everywhere, and Sharpe winces as he sees some of it land on Mia. Oh, if he knows anything 'bout that woman, she's not going to be happy about it.
He shoves his rifle underneath his jacket, pulling his shako harder over his head. When he's sure his eyes and his gun aren't going to be drenched by rain - the only things that matter in a battle, and this is a matter, no mistake, and the bastards can't even be arsed to be decent enough to atack soldiers - he runs over towards her, leaning over until he's somewhat blocking her from the incessant rain. ]
Walking corpses, ma'am. [ Dryly. ] Plenty of 'em 'round here, and they've been coming along since morning.
[ A beat, and he cocks his head. ] You saw nothing?