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Me ne frego. (I do not give a damn.)
— Blackshirt motto

The Blackshirts or squadristi, officialy called Milizia Volontaria per la Sicurezza (MVSN) Nazionale were Fascist, paramilitary Italians who united and served before World War II. They remained in service until the end of the war. Formally the Blackshirts are known as the Milizia Volontaria per la Sicurezza Nazionale, or National Security Volunteer Militia. Formed by the dictator Benito Mussolini, the main objective of the Blackshirts was to remove any threats to the Fascist empire. The group's role evolved and they became a paramilitary force that soon operated in Africa. Members helped fight in the invasion of Ethiopia, Italy's rival at this time, and helped topple Ethiopia's government. The group soon fought alongside Italian regulars after they proved their military worth in the African campaigns.

Battle vs. Free French Forces (by Omnicube1)Edit

BlueBlueBlueBlueBlueFree French Forces

GreyGreyGreyGreyGreyBlackshirts

Several Blackshirts are sitting and smoking Italian cigars. They are outlining a planned attack on a republican minister's home.

"Dove si trova la pasta?" (Italian: "Where's the pasta?") asks the leader. A waiter steps through with a silver platter and cover. The leader opens it to see a decapitated head. The waiter, actually a Free French soldier, draws a Modèle 1935 Pistol and caps the leader. Grey A Blackshirt pulls out his Beretta Model 38 and riddles the waiter with bullets. Blue The Blackshirts charge outside, weapons drawn. They discover three Free French soldiers armed with MAS-36s. They fire simultaneously. Surprisingly, none of the Blackshirts are hit. One falls back and heads into a nearby garage. He opens the bed to a truck and pulls out a Breda 30. He loads a bandolier, smirks, and heads upstairs, searching for an open window. Meanwhile, the three Blackshirts are stuck in a crossfire with three French soldiers. Blue A Free Frenchman from afar fires his Gewehr 43 Sniper Rifle. The bullets takes out an Italian instantly. Grey

"Prendi il fucile anticarro!" ("Get the anti-tank rifle!") shouts a Blackshirt. One acknowledges and heads back into the building. The opens a closet door and takes out a Wz. 35. He comes back and pulls out his binoculars. He instantly spots the French sniper who fires at him but misses. The Italian fires back with his Wz. 35 and tears the head off the enemy sniper. A Free French soldier pulls out a Panzerfaust while another covers him with his MAS-38. A Blackshirt primes his Carcano and fires. The bullet tears through the Frenchman wielding the MAS-38.Blue The soldier fires his Panzerfaust.

"Scendere!" ("Get down!") shouts a Blackshirt. The rocket explodes, destroying the car that was shielding the Blackshirts. Two are taken out. GreyGrey He tries to load another rocket but a Blackshirt takes him out with his Wz. 35. Blue The remaining Frenchman picks up his dead comrades MAS-38 and loads another magazine. He searches for the remaining Blackshirt.

"Hey francese!" ("Hey French!") says the Blackshirt. The Free French soldier gazes up and sees that he is staring down the barrel of a Breda 30. The Blackshirt fires his Breda turning the Frenchman into Asiago cheese.Blue

WINNER: BLACKSHIRTS

Expert's OpinionEdit

While the French Free Forces had superior arsenals, the advantage was insignificant enough for the BlackShirts' better training to cancel this out and rake in a win.

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Battle vs. Imperial Japanese Army (by Barzam)Edit

In an alternate version of World War II, Imperial Japan has joined the Allies. In the invasion of Italy, the Imperial Japanese Army is sent to support the Western Allies. In order to reach them, they will have to go through an evacuated town...

IJA: 5

BlackShirts: 5

A five-man squad of the Japanese Army enter the abandoned town of Sangue. Going through the town was the only way to reach the Western Allies in time to rendezvous for the attack on Rome. However, they did not know that they were not alone in the eerily quiet town.

The Blackshirts were scattered around the town. They were under orders to decimate the enemy that dares to cross the town to Rome. So far they have eliminated a British and an American squad by using the town to their advantage. There are blackshirts hiding in the buildings and a sniper armed with a Carcano near the entrance.

A Japanese soldier's head exploded from a shot from the sniper. The rest of the squad immediately scattered to prevent themselves from being the next prey.

IJA: 4

As a Japanese soldier ran through a narrow street, another blackshirt appeared with the Model 38 submachine gun. The Japanese soldier attempted to fire but the gun was jammed at a horrible timing. A barrage of bullets from the Model 38 was the last thing he saw...

IJA: 3

A Japanese soldier carrying the Type 99 light machine gun realized that he has to move to higher ground. He entered a building and proceeded to climb up the stairs. Meanwhile, the sniper realized that his location is compromised. The Japanese soldier can reach the highest level, the sniper had him on sight and fired his Carcano. The Japanese soldier was quick enough to cover himself from the line of sight. He got out his Type 97 Hand Grenade and threw it to the sniper's floor. The grenade detonated under the sniper and the body fell down to the ground floor. With the threat gone, the Japanese soldier reached the top of the building, starting to mantle his light machine gun to aim at the town's center identified by a fountain.

Blackshirts: 4

Another Japanese soldier was still running away from the sniper. He ran through a small passageway that 2 Blackshirts were hiding in. The leading blackshirt ordered his subordinate to prepare the Breda 30 while he fights the Japanese soldier in case he is killed. The blackshirt charged at him with his bayonet-attached Carcano but his attempt to thrust the heart was averted by the Arisaka. The Japanese soldier stabbed the blackshirt's neck with his rifle in return. Before he could run off, the other blackshirt was able to set up the light machine gun in time to kill him shortly after.

Blackshirts: 3

IJA: 2

The Japanese sergeant knew that he was safe from the sniper. He entered a house but he left the door open. The submachine gun wielding Blackshirt saw the door was opened and suspected that a Japanese was inside. He activated his grenade and threw it through the window. The Japanese sergeant saw the red Italian grenade immediately threw it back to it's sender before it could blow up in his face.

Blackshirts: 2

The Japanese sergeant moved towards the center of the town. The blackshirt machine gunner saw him walking through the alley and attempted to fire but the Breda 30 was jammed. He saw the Japanese cautiously walking away and used the opportunity to recover his fallen comrade's Carcano. He attempted to attack from behind but he was quickly shot down from the sergeant's Nambu.

Blackshirts: 1

the blackshirt sergeant hid in the building near the town center. He saw the Japanese sergeant running towards the town center. He slammed the door at the Japanese to stun him long enough to shoot him. The Japanese was stunned only for a short time and punched the Italian in the eye. The two sergeants were immediately engaged in a fist fight with neither of them able to land a blow. The fight took them to the center of the town and they attempted to wrestle each other into the fountain. The Japanese sergeant was kicked in the groin and pushed into the fountain. The Blackshirt got out his Beretta M1935 and shot him on the spot with the fountain's water changing to blood.

IJA: 1

The Japanese machine gunner witnessed his sergeant's death from the roof. He fired the light machine gun in rage. Though the bullets were flying randomly, one was able to hit the blackshirt in the heart and push him into the water.

Blackshirts: 0

Tha Japanese machine gunner ran to the fountain to make sure the blackshirt was dead. After the confirmation that he was dead, he shouted "Tennoheika Banzai!" to the air. The warcry was heard all over the town.

WINNER: Imperial Japanese Army

Expert's OpinionEdit

TBW

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Batle vs. Finnish White Guard (by El Alamein)Edit

White Guard: WhiteWhiteWhiteWhiteWhite

Blackshirts: BlackBlackBlackBlackBlack

It was noon in the small coastal village. Scattered around a small central plaza marked only by a cracked fountain stood about a dozen or so aged houses. Before the start of the war they were hybrids--places of residence and places of business together in the same building. Now, though, they were simply deserted. 

Five Finnish White Guard soldiers moved up into position through the square, splitting up and searching the houses. Poking in to one of the larger buildings, a White Guard stumbled upon five Italian Blackshirts sitting at a table, smoking and talking. There was the briefest of silences as the White Guard and the Blackshirts stared. Raising his rifle, the White Guard fired once, catching a seated Blackshirt square in the chest and sending him crashing to the ground. Black Before he could even attempt to work the bolt, though, a volley of fire from the four remaining Blackshirts tore through him in response. White The Blackshirts jumped to their feet, grabbed their weapons, and scattered for the back door as the White Guardsmen turned their attentions to the source of the gunfire. 

One of the White Guards moved up to the fountain and set up the bipod on his Lahti M/26 machine gun. He had a perfect view on the Blackshirts as they bolted out the building, but their scattered covering fire sent rounds slamming into the top of the fountain over the machine gunner's head, forcing him to duck. Peeking over the lip of the fountain, he angrily rattled off a long string of rounds to chase the Italians, but could do little more than hold his position. His three squadmates flew past in a battle frenzy, armed with submachine guns and pistols. 

Crouching down behind a tree, a Blackshirt with a MAB submachine gun opened fire at the White Guards as they came into view, killing one. The bullets slammed right into the man's chest, sending him flying backwards in an arc of blood and ripped fabric and flesh. White  The two other White Guards dove for cover--one behind a parked and long-abandoned car, the other back behind the corner of a building. Behind the Italian submachine gunner, his teammates set up their Bredo machine gun on a demolished brick wall that now stood waist-high. The White Guard unleashed fury with their Suomi submachine guns, the rate of fire forcing the Blackshirts to duck down behind the wall. One of the rounds nicked the Blackshirt desperately trying to flatten himself against the tree, and as he jerked in pain, stumbling forward, the White Guards focused their fire on their unfortunate victim. Black Two of the Italian machine gunners opened fire in response as the White Guards stopped to change magazines. The third Blackshirt crept away, making sure to stay low behind the wall, and headed back around into the square.

The two White Guards tried to advance but were consistently forced back to cover by the Breda. Eventually one of the two turned around back into the square while the other remained, keeping himself suppressed to trick the Blackshirts into thinking they still had more than one soldier pinned. The Blackshirt in the square emerged low behind the fountain, where he spotted the White Guard lying in wait with the Lahti M/26 machine gun. Taking out his dagger, the Italian got close enough to wrap one hand around the White Guard's mouth and slice the man's throat with the knife. White Looking up, the Blackshirt spotted the two White Guards near the corner of the building, just as the retreating White Guard spotted his squadmate being killed. Still in the process of a magazine change, the White Guard dropped his weapon and drew his pistol as the Blackshirt frantically scrambled forward, shoving the dead machine gunner out of his way, and aimed with the M/26 machine gun.

Meanwhile the two Blackshirts had exhausted their Breda's ammunition. With their rifles, they began to trade potshots with the White Guard behind the building, who had also switched to his rifle. As one of the Blackshirts stood and aimed to take another shot, a rifle round caught him in the neck and he fell, spurting blood. Black Looking down, his teammate ducked and put a hand over the wound in a futile attempt to stem the bleeding. The mortally wounded man was shaking involuntarily, one leg kicking frantically up and down, his hands fluttering as he lay on the ground. With a rattling gasp, the Blackshirt expired. Realizing that his was a futile effort, the other Blackshirt removed his now-soaked hand and stood back up only to find the White Guard mere feet away with a Puukko knife. Tackling his shocked opponent to the ground, the White Guard drew the tiny blade up to the Blackshirt's throat and slashed open his throat. Black Stabbing the Blackshirt a few more times in the face and neck to ensure he was dead, the White Guard stood up, looked wildly around, then ran back to where he had left his teammate.

The Blackshirt at the fountain pulled the trigger on the Finnish machine gun only to realize, to his horror, that the weapon was completely empty. He raised his head just in time to catch the White Guard's solitary pistol shot--the bullet entered right below the Blackshirt's left eye and exploded out the back of his skull in a pulpy shower of blood, brains, and bone. Black The Blackshirt slumped forward, one arm dangling over the lip of the fountain, his head resting on his shoulder. Just at that moment the other White Guard turned the corner. Making eye contact with his teammate, they raised their weapons into the air and shouted in victory.

Expert's OpinionEdit

The White Guard did have several advantages with regards to weaponry (most notably, submachine guns), but, historically, they were also far more combat competent than the Blackshirts. The Blackshirts were certainly a formidable and fanatical opponent, but their relative inability to fight effectively and their logistical and tactical problems that plagued them later in the Second World War were obstacles that were too large ot overcome.

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Battle vs. Sturmabteilung (by LB&SCR) Edit

Six Brownshirts are slowly walking their way through a town. Their great leader was out giving another grandoise speech, one they would be listening to under normal circumstances. Then, an informant had come around, and reported that six armed men wearing black had been seen coming in the general direction of the meeting. Thinking that they were an opposing party coming to disrupt a meeting, the six of them had been sent out to go and put a stop to them before they could reach the meeting.

The group had yet to enter town, and so the head Brownshirt, armed with an MP35 and a Walther in it's holster strapped to his form, had ordered his five men to set up positions to open fire upon the enemy upon seing them. Himself and two others armed with MP's were still in the open road, hiding behind boxes, crates, whatever they could find. Two men with Kar98k's were taking cover in an empty building, aiming there rifles out two of the windows. The sixth man, who had stumbled upon an MG34, had also set it up in the building, the reason being three others could provide cover fire if need be. They then awaited the arrival of the other party.

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Six Blackshirts were walking through a grassy area, laughing, talking, and joking with each other. They were relatively lost, but after a bit of questioning, they had recieved directions as of how to get back upon the right path. The town ahead had been given in the verbal directions they had recieved, so they were in high spirits. Once there, they'd ask around somemore and see if they were still correct in the way to go.

As they got closer to the town, the head Blackshirt, armed with a Beretta SMG and a Beretta sidearm, motioned for his men to stop. Everything had gotten strangely quiet, and he was becoming quite suspicious as of why the noise had suddenly disappeared as if instantly. After some quick thinking, he ordered his men forward again, only this time they were on their toes. Something was definately going on, and he didn't like it one bit.

His suspicions would prove correct, as soon as they'd entered the town, a man in a brown uniform and armed with an SMG lept out from behind a crate and started yelling at them in some language that neither he nor his men understood. The tone of voice was aggressive though, and the guy appeared fully prepared to start spraying rounds in their direction. 

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Brownshirts: Brown Brown Brown Brown Brown Brown

Blackshirts: Grey Grey Grey Grey Grey Grey

One of the Blackshirts, another man armed with a Beretta SMG, raised a hand in question/greeting. He then tried to reason with the man who was busy screaming at them. Of course, nothing really got across, as the language was completely different. He was hoping for the tone of voice to imply what he was trying to say. Apparently someone took that as aggressive, as a rifle shot rang out from a building, striking the man center mass and tossing him to the ground Grey, making the other Blackshirts scatter in surprise, as they hadn't seen were the bullet had come from, diving behind any semi-decent cover they could find when the MG34 opened up.

Blackshirts: Grey Grey Grey Grey Grey

With the MG opening up, plus the rounds flying from the other weapons, the Blackshirts couldn't fire off a round with out exposing themselves and getting shot full of holes. Hiding behind a crate, the head Blackshirt and the remaining man with an SMG poked the barrel out from there cover and started spraying blindly fired rounds in the direction of the three Brownshirts in the streets. The Blackshirts with the Breda had hastily set his MG while trying not to make himself seen. He shoved a stripper clip of 20 rounds into the thing and rolled so he could fully use the MG, and sprayed a few rounds in the direction of a Brownshirt who had exposed himself a little too much from behind his crate Brown, quickly expending the twenty rounds in the magazine, before having to roll again and hide himself from the bullets that came clawing through the air at him.

Brownshirts: Brown Brown Brown Brown Brown

Again with an even numbered firefight, a man armed with a Carcano popped up from his hiding position and nailed a Brownshirt wielding a rifle, making the man disappear from the window Brown. Several red puffs of mist soon appeared on the man's chest, as the MG34 spat several rounds in anger at the death of a comerade Grey.

Brownshirts: Brown Brown Brown Brown

Blackshirts: Grey Grey Grey Grey

Under the brief, sporadic cover fire from the Breda, the head Blackshirts, a single submachine gunner, and a rifleman would make quick moves forward. The man manning the MG34 paused to reload his MG, making it were the man with the Beretta appeared from behind his cover and fired a few rounds into a man weilding an MP35, who had also paused and was fumbling to reload his gun Brown. Upon seeing the sudden advantage of the opposing party, the head Brownshirt turned tail and tore off towards the building, the two remaining men of his covering the retreat of their leader. The head Blackshirt and the two men not weilding a MG got up and charged towards the building after the man, while their own MG opened up. The covering fire held up well as the Brownshirts in the building only got off one shot, of course, the one shot hit it's mark: the submachine gunner toppled forward and hit the pavement Grey.

Brownshirts: Brown Brown Brown

Blackshirts: Grey Grey Grey

The Breda paused for a brief moment as the Machine Gunner shoved a new clip into the weapon. He then went and squeezed the trigger. The weapon sputtered for about half of a second before it went and jammed on him. He started fumbling around trying to unjam the Breda, and the last Brownshirt with a rifle took advantage of that moment. There a crack of a rifle, and the Blackshirts cried out, slumping over the machine gun Grey. The last two Blackshirts had made it to the building, out of the arc of fire for the moment.

Blackshirts: Grey Grey

With the cry of the machine gunner, that left just the head Blackshirt and the rifleman across from him. He motioned with his hands, and the rifleman nodded, getting the message. He then went and aimed his Carcano through the door, down a hall, a bayonet having appeared on the end of his weapon. The head Blackshirt then slowly proceeded under the cover of his last remaining man. At reaching a staircase, it was his turn to aim the Beretta up it as the rifleman hurried to catch up with him. They then both went clomping up the stairs. The stumbled across the room that held the machine gun, the young Brownshirt who had been manning it tense as he waited for the two to burst through the door. He was armed with a Walther himself, and had it aimed at the door, sweat streaking down his face. The head Blackshirt burst through the door, and the young Brownshirt fired off a few wild rounds at the man, before being shot by the rifleman Brown. A round had grazed the side of the head Blackshirt, and he removed his hand from his side, it being covered in blood. The rifleman started towards him, but he waved him off and straightened as best as he could. He then ordered the rifleman to check his ammunition, and he did the same. There was the sound of the rifleman pressing his last en bloc clip into his Carcano, and the head Blackshirt reached to his side for a fresh magazine for his Beretta 38. He came up empty. He sighed and tossed the thing aside, drawing his Beretta M1935. He looked at the rifleman, who nodded, and then they headed up another flight of stairs.

Brownshirts: Brown Brown

The two Brownshirts listened as the two pairs of boots clomped up the stairs. The one with the rifle was in the room that led to the one now holding the head Brownshirt, the door shut, and the one standing in front of it. The Blackshirt with the Carcano came in first, and the Brownshirt bellowed and charged forward, striking the man with the but of his Kar98k, making him drop the Carcano. The Brownshirt's back was to a window, and the unarmed Blackshirt tackled the man, both of them flying out the window. When they hit the ground, the Blackshirt landed ontop of the Brownshirt, the latter cushioning the fall of the former. The fall killed the Brownshirt, but since he cushioned the fall of the Blackshirt, he wasn't killed, but he broke a multitude of bones, effectively taking him out of the fight anyway Brown Grey.

Brownshirts: Brown

Blackshirts: Grey

As those two flew out the window, the head Blackshirt, now effectively the last remaining one, raised his Beretta M1935 at the door and slowly advanced upon  the door. The head Brownshirt, on the door's other side, had his MP35 leveled at the door. He heard the footsteps approaching it, and squeezed the MP's trigger. Click. 

He looked down at the MP in disbelief just as the head Blackshirt opened the door, on the spur of the moment thought, the man sped forward and swung the MP35 like a club, hitting the Blackshirt with it. The head Blackshirt dropped his pistol, and went and clutched his side that had now been shot and hit with a weapon. The Brownshirt dropped his MP and closed his fists together before hitting the Blackshirt in the side of the head. The Blackshirt slammed into the wall, now clutching his head as he slumped against it. The Brownshirt then grabbed the front of the Blackshirt's uniform and threw him towards the window. The man hit the floor beforehand, and was trying to get up when the Brownshirt came flying forward again, grabbed him again and pressed him against the window, bending the Blackshirt's back at a semi-unnatural angle. With the upper half of his body leaning out the window, the Blackshirt's side cap fell off of his head and fluttered down to the ground below. He was repeatedly being punched in the face and head, while he coudln't get enough leverage to land a blow of his own. All he managed to do was knock off the brown field cap of the man, which also went and semi-fluttered to the ground below.

-2 hats

The Brownshirt then grabbed the man's throat with one hand and kept repeatedly punching him with the other. With his vision starting to dim, the Blackshirt did the first thing that came to him mind since trying to punch the Brownshirt not working. He made his right hand into a thumbs up kinda position, and then jabbed it into the eye of the Brownshirt. That made the Brownshirt let go of the man and stumble back, his hands going instinctively to his eye. The Blackshirt came fully into the building again, slumping against the window cill, gasping for breath as his vision came back. He then stumbled to his feet, and went scrambling for his M1935, which was on the ground a short bit away. Before he could get there, his head was grazed in a swipe from the boot of the Brownshirt. He fell to the ground a bit short, and reached out to the M1935. He got his hand around it, before a boot came down, and stayed down, upon his hand. He looked up at the Brownshirt, now standing on his hand. He smiled wearily, what a way to go. They'd put up a good fight....

The Brownshirt drew his Walther and had it aimed to where it was only about an inch or so away from the face of the Blackshirt. The Blackshirt just smiled up at him. His free hand then swiped up at the Walther, knocking it's aim wonky as a bullet went and streaked past his ear. He then went and yanked his hand out from underneath the man's boot. He then got to his feet, a boot from the Brownshirt barely missing his head. He then stumbled back and fell onto his back as the second kick connected with his chest. The Brownshirt then charged forward, of course now the Blackshirt could freely use his Beretta. He raised it and shut his eyes, squeezing the trigger multiple times, even after he'd fired all eight rounds in the thing and only recieved Click Click  coming from the gun. He then heard a slight thump of the Brownshirt hitting the ground Brown.

Brownshirts: 

Blackshirts: Grey

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The head Blackshirt opened both eyes and sat up, breath heavily, his face beaten and bloodied, his side still leaking blood from the wound. He then slowly got to his feet, and stumbled down the stairs, holstering the Beretta as he went. As he reached the ground floor, he stumbled out into the light of the day. People were starting to peek their eyes and heads out of doors and from behind curtains now. He then heard a slight groan of pain come from near him, and looked over at where the one Blackshirt had fallen from the window. The Brownshirt was definetly dead, but apparently this soldier of his was not.. at least not yet. He stumbled over the man's side. The Blackshirt's legs were in semi-decent working order... well, at least one was. He then slowly helped him up, wrapped the man's arm around his neck, and started to limp away, half-carrying the semi-conscious soldier that served under him.

Expert's Opinion Edit

The experts believed that the Blackshirts would of won due to the fact that they carried the better (or at least equal) rifle and the superior submachine gun. They may have lost in the MG and Pistol categories, but the majority of the men fighting wouldn't of weilded these firearms. They were also believed to have been the winner because unlike the Brownshirts, the Blackshirts were actually professional soldiers, having fought in two wars. The Brownshirts were paramilitary too, and definitely more brutal, but they'd only fought other opposing paramilitary groups in unorganized street fights. The combat experience of the Blackshirts fighting actual professional militaries, and the superior training and slightly superior weapons is what gave them the edge to be the victor in this fight.

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Battle vs. Gestapo (by Dark is Near)Edit

Blackshirts: 6

Gestapo: 6

A group of six Gestapo have recived report of a group of Italians aiming to destroy Germany from within. Little did they know they were here to help and there was a miss translation.

They were at a group of warehouses, when they spot six Blackshirts arming themselves. The Gestapo leader raised his STG 44, with his other men raising their weapons as well. Between the six of them are two STG's, three MP40's, and one 98K rifle, with all of them carrying a pistol and dagger.

The Blackshirts had one Breda, four Model 38's, and one Carcano rifle, all with pistols. The Gestapo opened fire, riddling one Blackshirt and injuring another. The Blackshirts opened fire, scoring one kill as well. (5-5)

The leader, armed with a Beretta Model 38, and one other with a rifle seperated from the others. One Gestapo aremd with an MP40 followed. Meanwhile the Blackshirt with the Breda opened fire, but he accidently hit the magazine against a crate, and becuase of the crappy design the magazine fell out easy. While the Blackshirt tried to load another, he was cut down by the Gestapo leader. (4-5)

The Gestapo following the Blackshirt leader was moving cautiously down a doorless hallway that the Blackshirts had gone down. The Blackshirt leader was at the end of the hallway, just out of sight with one hand on the barrel of his SMG. When the barrel of the MP40 came into view, the Blackshirt leader used the butt of his gun to knock it to the right. The Gestapo accidently let a burst of fire, but the Blackshirt leader quickly used the barrel (with his hand around it to hit the German in his face, which caused him to drop his gun and then he swung the stock in an upward arc which struck the Gestapo and knocked in against the wall. Using the stock again, the Blackshirt leader struck the German in his face, which knocked him on his back. The leader then fired a burst into the Gestapo's stomach. (4-4)

The rifle wielding Blackshirt was up on another floor, trying to line up a shot but failing due to having iron sights. The Gestapo with is rifle was lining up a shot and fired, landing a head shot thanks to his telescope. (3-4)

The rifle wielding Gestapo heard someone step behind him. If he had used the stock of his gun, he might have lived, but he decided to grab his dagger. He met his end quickly while fumbling for his dagger, by a Beretta Model 38 burst. (3-3)

The leader and his last to backup, one with an MP40, the other with an STG 44, were chasing one Blackshirt. The other STG 44 wielder seperated to follow one Blackshirt he glimpsed outside, while the MP40 wielder opened fire on the one in front of him. The bullets missed, but a bullet managed to knock the Model 38 out of the Blackshirts hand, who reacted by pulling out his Beretta pistol. He managed to get off a shot, but it went wild and missed.

Outside, the Blackshirt opened fire on the Gestapo, who fired his STG and managed to hit the Italian in his stomach and chest. (2-3)

The Gestapo went to join his comrades, but he ran into the pistol wielding Italian, who reacted by smashing the butt of his postol against the Germans face. The Gestaop reacted byt drawing his knife and attempted a stob, but the Blackshirt grabbed it with his open hand and tried to bring his pistol down again, but the Gestapo mirrored him and grabbed it with his open hand. The Blackshirt quickly kneed the German in the balls before bringing the pistol down on the Germans head, which knocked him down.

The Blackshirt leader heard the commotion and went to join his last back-up, and finished to German with a SMG stock to the back of the downed Gestapo's head, ending him. (2-2)

The pistol wielding German met his end by a burst of MP40 fire, while the leader reacted by killing the MP40 wielder with a burst of gunfire. (1-1)

The Blackshirt leader opened fire again, but he only succeeded in hitting the Gestapo leaders gun and depleting his own magazine. The Gestapo leader drew his knife and leaped forward for a stab, but the Italian blocked with the middle of his gun. The Italian deliverd a kick to the Germans gut, the followed with a stock swing. But the German dodged under it then jumped up and attempted another stab. The Italian brought the stock back and hit the German in the side.

The German with sprawling over a nearby crate, but quickly got back up and used to crate to execute a higher leap. The Italian tried to block, but he and the Gestapo both hit the ground when the German landed. The Gestapo leader managed to recover quicker and slashed across the Italians face, but the Italian used the middle of his gun to knock the German off. They both got up quickly, but the German made one more stab with his knife, and struck the Italian in his back.

The Italian pushed him back, but the German slashed again and slashed his cheek, followed by a throat stab. (1-0)

The German lifted is dagger in the air and said, "Saugen Sie auf diesem italienischen Abschaum!"

Expert's OpinionEdit

TBW

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