Betreff: Re: Indyorama

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Vielen lieben Dank, MichaelSop. Das ist ein schönes Kompliment. Nehme ich gerne an

Das heutige Bild zeigt, dass Indy auch außerhalb des Klassenraumes gerne Lektionen erteilt.



The heavy rain had covered Indy's approach, muffling every footstep and blending him with the shadows.
It had almost been enough to make it to the warehouse, where they stored the artifact. Almost.
He must have gotten too close to one of the patrols. The Soldier caught a glimpse of movement, spun around, and charged without hesitation.
Indy didn't bother reaching for his revolver.
Ammo ran out.
Fists didn't.
His punch connected with a satisfying crack, snapping the soldier's head sideways. Water mixed with blood exploded from the man's helmet as he staggered backward, collapsing on the wet pavement.
It made the pain that shot through Indy's knuckles almost worth it.
The moment of triumph didn't last.
Steps splashed behind him - another soldier had caught of the fight and was already rushing toward him.
Indy rolled his shoulders with a tired sigh. "That's the annoying thing about fascists..." he muttered, "...there's always another one."
He turned to face his enemy...
...and stared straight into the glowing muzzle of an energy rifle, aiming directly at his midsection. Before he could do anything, the soldier pulled the trigger... and looked just as surprised as the flinching Indy did, when nothing happened. The weapon merely emitted an almost pitiful sputter before shutting down. The soldier grunted. Surprise was replaced with annoyance, as the soldier bashed his fist against the energy chamber of his weapon and squeezed the trigger again. Still nothing. A malfunction. Must have been the rain.
Indy grinned. "See?", he said, raising his fists. "No jamming with these."
For all their armored soldiers, automatic machines and experimental weapons, there was still something to be said about a good old right hook.
Indy stepped toward the puzzled soldier.
Time to teach him about the old-fashioned way.