Napoleonic Wars Round 1
WHO: Natalia and Leon (Francis is somewhere hiding in the background...)
WHEN: March 5th, 2AM
WHERE: Just short of the Braginsky home
WHAT: Leon Bonaparte's got a bone to pick with a certain Russian man. Little girls will not stop him.
It was cold, surely below freezing that night- But that wouldn't stop Bonaparte this time. Oh no, this time he had on a thick winter coat and... Well he may have stolen Francis sissy-scooter. It was no magnificent steed nor something to fear, but it was bringing him to his destination that much quicker and when you had Russians to gut...
You didn't really care about how you got there.
He'd just managed to get directions from Francis' laptop, his memory of the town a little hazy over the years but not completely gone. A military man always knows his surroundings after all especially when confronted with the enemy. Taking a screeching right turn onto the Russe's street, he glanced behind him- heh, of course his nephew couldn't even keep up for a little race. Where did he go wrong in teaching him- of course, Francis was always a girly boy and a bit embarrassing to call himself related to.
But as he screeched up to the house- Seemingly tranquil, eerily silent for the early hours of the morn- he grinned, reaching up and twirling the fine hairs just above his lip before drawing his sword.
"Russe encule! Come out and fight like a man or I will slice you inch by inch!"
Oh how he'd been waiting for this day.
WHEN: March 5th, 2AM
WHERE: Just short of the Braginsky home
WHAT: Leon Bonaparte's got a bone to pick with a certain Russian man. Little girls will not stop him.
It was cold, surely below freezing that night- But that wouldn't stop Bonaparte this time. Oh no, this time he had on a thick winter coat and... Well he may have stolen Francis sissy-scooter. It was no magnificent steed nor something to fear, but it was bringing him to his destination that much quicker and when you had Russians to gut...
You didn't really care about how you got there.
He'd just managed to get directions from Francis' laptop, his memory of the town a little hazy over the years but not completely gone. A military man always knows his surroundings after all especially when confronted with the enemy. Taking a screeching right turn onto the Russe's street, he glanced behind him- heh, of course his nephew couldn't even keep up for a little race. Where did he go wrong in teaching him- of course, Francis was always a girly boy and a bit embarrassing to call himself related to.
But as he screeched up to the house- Seemingly tranquil, eerily silent for the early hours of the morn- he grinned, reaching up and twirling the fine hairs just above his lip before drawing his sword.
"Russe encule! Come out and fight like a man or I will slice you inch by inch!"
Oh how he'd been waiting for this day.