Samuel Traynor vs. Anthony Diem

It was a quiet night in the village. Everyone was asleep inside the humble shacks everyone called homes. Dirt roads with clearly defined wheel ruts lay barren, no one out for a midnight drive. There was only a dozen cottages in the area, a bit outside them lay a general store, garage, doctor's office, and an inn.

Samuel walked into town it was quiet the only sounds were the wind rustling through the trees that lined the village. It wasn't really much to look at honestly he pulled out his phone and dialed an number before placing the phone to his ear. "Command this is Cipher Nine awaiting mission update..." Samuel said. "Cipher Nine orders are as follows a Iscariot Operative has been reported to be operating in your AO neutralize the target with extreme prejudice and ex filtrate the AO, Command Out." A voice said before the phone was hung up. Samuel put away his phone and sighed and pulled out his Glock 17L checking to make sure a round was in the chamber before placing it back into it's holster. "Not alot of intel...strange." Samuel muttered before taking a few steps into the village. He tossed his hood up over his head not many houses were about but even so he did his best to look just like a local. 

He'd been in hostile territory many times before and if he knew anything it was that it wasn't wise to give away one's position early into battle. Knowing Iscariots they often liked to wear specific outfits they had no sense of secrecy. Hopefully his wits would allow him to gain an edge on whoever his foe may be.

Anthony wondered the streets looking for his enemy. His black and very long leather jacket covering up his body and very successfully hiding his guns and other such weapons. However today Anthony was not his normal self. He was determined, aware, and most of all. Blood thirsty. He had his daggers wrapped in his blessed scripture in his sleeves and more blessed scripture wrapped around his arms. 

Gis guns also within easy reach were on the insides of his jacket. Not quite as fast as his daggers would be but he was willing to sacrifice some power for the element of surprise. Leaning against the wall of the general store Anthony saw only one other person at this time of night.

Although it was dark and Anthony barely glanced at him, he thought to himself that it was suspicious that this was the only man out here but then again until he was absolutely sure he would not make a move. After all this person even looked pretty normal.  Although Anthony was taking no chances. A couple of pages came out of the good book hidden in his coat and without a noticeable  movement unless one could see in the dark. They made their way around Anthony's body ready to explode or teleport him or whatever it was that Anthony wanted.

Samuel glanced out of the corner of his eye at the man walking the opposite way down the street. His clothing somehow just screamed catholic to him. He continued onward walking into the General store of the village. The owner looked strangely at the young man entering his store. But a sharp glance from Samuel silenced the store owner. Samuel wandered between the aisles of the store his eyes wandering to the front windows of the store. 

He wandered between along the wall trying to measure where the man was outside according to his position inside. Finally he came to the place he last figured the man to be and pulled out his Glock 37 aiming at the wall and putting 6 bullets through the wooden wall. He wasn't exactly sure if he had the correct location for sure but he fired in a horizontal line spanning about 6 inches between each shot. The manager of the store screamed in protest but was silenced as Samuel turned his Glock 17L on him. "Don't make a sound." Samuel mouthed before backing away from the wall keeping his Glock 37 focused on the wall while using the aisles of the store for cover.

As the man entered the man entered the store Anthony decided that this suspicious person should at lest be checked up on. Anthony used his pages to silently carry him near a window near the store. As soon as he looked into the window he heard many shots and a man screaming. Looking over he saw many holes in the wall where he had been standing. But he could not see the attacker. Anthony would have to approach this threat and indeed now knew this man was a threat very cautiously.

Anthony broke the glass of the window that was on the left side of the store by shooting into the store aisles around their middle. Not really hoping for a kill but more or less a distraction. After he shot only three bullets he was taken by his pages to the side he had previously been on near the door. He poked his head around the corner hoping that the man would move or take cover in an area open to the door since he would assume that he was on the left side of the store. Anthony was very sure to leave to make no movement or any other sound. He also transported himself on the other side so that he couldn't be seen through the bullet holes.

Samuel scowled as he saw the man enter the store. It seemed the man made no attempts to hide his presence as he used Bible Pages to travel. He knew enough about Iscariot to know that they weren't supposed to make the supernatural obvious. Yet here was a priest using Bible Pages to move about like a ghost. Samuel kept his head low not making a noise as the rounds penetrated the shelving above him showering him in cans and powder from a few bags of flour above him. Samuel slowly moved toward the counter of the store the man behind the counter trembling behind it. Samuel glanced at the man's location his bible pages made quite a bit of noise as they whipped through the air making it easy to identify the man's position. 

Samuel quickly vaulted over the counter ducking behind it right next to the frightened store owner. "W-Who the hell are you!?" The store owner asked. Samuel ignored the man and silenced him with a swift strike to the back of the head from his pistol. Samuel then tilted his gun over the counter and fired 10 shots blindfiring to suppress his enemy as he moved to the door to the office of the store. He quickly kicked it open and rushed through it smashing through another door behind it leading to the back of the store. Samuel quickly dashed off into the surrounding cottages. Inside was a man and his family all staring at him. Samuel put a finger to his lips in a shush motion before moving through the cottage to the other side keeping close and low to the wall and looking over at the General store.

Anthony quickly running towards the far right corner of the store near the door was hit three times by the pistols bullets fired at him. One of the times was in his cloak. That bullet destroyed one of his magazines for his pistols. Another time was on his left arm. Jut a graze something he could take care of with some burning ointment and a band aid. Albeit a rather large band aid, and once more in his jacket. Which while bruising some tissue the bullet even though it punctured through the jacket hit the jackets corner and missed the body. The force hurt but there would be no blood.

Anthony waiting behind an aisle began moving as soon as he heard the shots stop. Just in time to see the direction of this man and where he was planning on going. although unfortunately do to the mans surprisingly accurate fire on him he was unable to pursue him and see where he had gone exactly. Although the kicked down doors did help him get an idea.

Anthony kept low and close to the wall which unknown to him. Was what his opponent was doing. He did not want this man to see him or where he was going. But he did need to get a fix on his location. Anthony pulled out two of his nails and avoiding any windows or holes he measured about six foot three at the side of the doorway and put the nails on the wall with his hat getting stuck to the wall. Just barely were the nails able to be wiggled into the wall silently but his category f strength did allow him to get them a little into the wall.

then quickly he took his boot and had it stick out just a bit from the door way thus hopefully giving the illusion that he was attempting to look out this doorway. He was hoping that his dark black hat didn't show up until this guy really started looking for him after seeing the tip of his brown boot. Or something to that affect. When he was all done with this process which was done quickly as he could but in no way sloppily. He fired off a single shot into the air out the door way then as fast and as he could he had his pages take him to the the window that he had broken open. He kept his pages low to the ground and when he reappeared he was on the left side of the window and would not start looking for this guy until he heard the first shots fired of from him. He took out both of his pistols as soon as he had situated himself at the window.

SAMUEL TRAYNOR HAS UNTIL 12:00 P.M. ON JULY 5TH TO POST.  IF NO POST IS MADE BY THEN THEN HE FORFEITS THE MATCH

Samuel scowled as he watched the man through a slat in the window did he think he was stupid. A real soldier got into a position where he had clear vantage of the enemy. Shooting blind was for suppression not for reaction. Being in MI6 had taught him that long ago. Plus a decoy like that wouldn't fool anyone unless the battle hadn't even started yet. "I give the priest too much credit...he's stupid..." Samuel muttered sneaking around the back of the cottage and ejected his magazines reloading them with fresh loose rounds before slamming both magazines home.

The light from the General store made the priest's movements obvious in comparison to Samuel's position which had no light at all giving him concealment from the Priest's sight. As Samuel moved through the darkness making sure to avoid the streetlights above he rounded back to the front of the General store ensuring to keep low and out of sight. The darkness was his ally at the moment and soon it would help him get a more advantageous position over his enemy. He was glad that the Priest was looking for him at the moment for all the priest knew Samuel could be anywhere if he were the priest he would have been hesitant to move mainly because the risks were too high.

That meant the priest would likely remain in one location as he came to the front windows of the building he grinned seeing the Priest standing next to the back door of the General store waiting to see if his non-present prey would take the bait. Samuel holstered his Glock 17L and took aim with his Glock 34 taking up a weaver shooting stance for maximum accuracy as he centered his iron sites on the center mass of the priest before firing off the entire magazine. Each shot kicked against Samuel's wrists but Samuel held strong forcing the barrel back onto target after each shot.

What!? This was bull crap. The tactic he had seen in that old western hadn't worked! Ridicules. Though his hatred of westerns now ran deep he couldn't in good conscience bring himself to hate old Clint. Man that guy was cool. Well regardless. Anthony was posed with the problem of a couple bullets heading his way. Luckily in Anthony's complete and total silence and concentration he was very much able to hear his enemy approach and then take aim with his gun. Although he was not fast enough to avoid harm. He dived to the side as his enemy approached and then shot at him. Anthony's arm was hit in the shoulder and he also took a bullet to the bicep. Then another one glanced his arms side. Well that arm was useless. Luckily it was his left. Anthony as he ran sent a huge wave of pages at his enemy. They would be enough to obscure his vision of him completely and then he sent a couple whipping behind his enemy. He appeared extremely smart. He would be able to recognize his pages ability to take him places and the sounds they made while doing so. Anthony also left a little bit off vision on his enemies sides so that out of the corners of their eyes they could possibly see these pages swarm behind him. The pages even traveled in enough numbers to make it look like he might be traveling. Anthony waiting only a moment for his enemy to turn his back around and using his best memory made his way back to the window as he shot at this man through the bulk of these pages. He hoped to see a kill as his pages fell down around the man but just in case he didn't die Anthony made his way back to the aisle for cover.

Samuel did a quick roll flying flat on his back as the rounds ripped through the wooden walls and glass windows of the General store. He watched as a huge swarm of bible pages came pouring from the windows of the General store and in the brief moment of visible obscurity he quickly rushed around the corner of the store hoping to flank his opponent on the other side. The pages didn't act just as a sight distraction for an enemy but for the user as well. Instead of allowing his opponent to hold the advantage in their use he'd seize it and use it for his own. As he moved he listened as the pages rustled loudly the pages crinkling as they whipped against one another these sounds would conceal his movements. His opponents fatal flaw was that he was not relocating he'd staked his claim in the General Store whereas Samuel stayed on the move.

Quickly moving to the back doors of the store he saw the man still placing rounds through the pages. Turning the corner Samuel spotted his enemy inside the store itself taking cover amongst the Aisles. Samuel had no clear shot but that didn't really matter at the moment. He raised his Glock 37 and put 6 .45 GAP rounds down range the rounds easily ripped through the wall flying towards the target. however as it passed through the walls the rounds would slow down a bit. He quickly shifted his position preferring to keep with his constant movement strategy in comparison to the Father's holding position tactic.

As long as his position was unknown the pages would be out of play and his ability to continue planning ahead would still be in play as well.

It's been 72 hours since the last post in this topic. That, combined with the pace of the fight has caused the Staff to lean in Samuel's favor with his last salvo scoring a kill against Anthony.

WINNER: SAMUEL TRAYNOR