"Alright, men, Iompróidh here has shown us she's no Barbie doll and could probably kick all your arses in about thirty seconds so let's show her what we can do!"
The Royal Thai Army roared and raised their shotguns and rifles over their heads as the Chom Phon blew the whistle for the go-ahead to fight.
Iompróidh loaded her Assult rifle- a traditional Thai gun- and checked her sword strapped her her back. The rifle was required- a sword was only for the Front Line attacks if their gun was ever lost in a struggle.
She hurled herself over the trench-line and slipped under the Canadian gunfire, leaping over the dead bodies of her comrades who caught the path of both sides' bullets.
She picked up speed, holding her gun up to fire at any Canadian in her path, firing at the all-too-familiar Union Flag incorporated into the Canadian's own flag.
A shell exploded near her and she dived to her left, grunting as she fell on her right arm, fiddling with her rifle, attempting to reload the damn thing.
Her ears picked up at the sound of footsteps and her head jerked up, coming face-to-face with the barrel of a rifle. She snarled and kicked the gun out of the enemy's grip, tackling him to the ground.
The two scrambled about, landing punches and kicks, bites and scrapes until Iompróidh pinned her opponent down and sat on his abdomen, grabbing her rifle and scrabbling of him, shooting just as she got off the body.
Iompróidh- "bear"- Irish
Chom Phon- Thai Royal Army Field Marshall- Thai
