"I'm good." Murphy yelled between shots. "Thanking the sweet Baby Jesus for body armour." He soon had to change his magazine though, which couldn't of come at a worse time, as the intensity of the weapons fire was increasing. "It didn't penetrate, so I'm okay. Maybe a cracked rib." It was at that moment that another shot clipped Murphy in the shoulder, causing him to duck.
"Fucking hell!" Murphy then yelled out to no one in particular. "Where the fuck is Red team?" But before Everett could respond, Murphy called out to him.
"Get your ass over there, I'll draw fire." Murphy then appeared to look at another location to fire from.
"GO GO GO!" Murphy screamed over the din, before making his way to what looked like some kind of vase. Everett began to run towards the watch tower, scatter firing his SMG to try and hold back the enemy. Several shots flew past his head and shoulders, one even managed to nearly cause him to stumble, but he managed to reach the tower, and more importantly, cover. Murphy soon keyed in over the radio again, his breathing heavy.
"Ev, you still alive buddy?" He asked, Everett's own breathing was heave as well.
"Yeah, still alive Murphy. A few shots flew past, but apart from a few scratches on the armour's paint job, and a brief stumble, I'm alright. The boys back home certainly knew how to make this armour resilient." Everett remarked as he climbed up to the tower, stowing away his SMG. Reaching the top, he immediately uncoupled his sniper rifle, and set it into firing mode, scanning the targets that his scope could see.
"Right then, let us hit them where it hurts." Everett said over the radio as he began to fire.