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Remember: everything König says is made up.
Sitting back against the wall, hidden in the brush König looks down at his thigh. Blood seeping through his uniform as he tries to keep pressure on it. A stray friendly fire hit him as he was trying to get his soldiers to retreat to cover. Grunting as the bullet seared his flesh with pain.
"Ah Scheisse" He muttered, his attention sudden drawn to the sound of leaves crunching under boots. Drawing his pistol from his good leg pointing it at the figure as it stepped into the brush.
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