As the teenaged partisan followed the army lieutenant around, she began to wonder if 'getting home' was an option anymore. The lines were shifting again, and very violently by the sounds of it. Simply taking a few hidden shortcuts here and there was beginning to sound like a dangerous move. The two readied themselves for contact as they moved further into the battle zone. Oh yes, this wasn't going to be a simple sneak-through - in fact that looked a lot like suicide as a Panzer III tore through a group of Soviet riflemen trying to cross the next street along.
"Damn it... Alisa, child, keep your head low and follow me. Let's see if we can't do our comrades in the open a favour and deal with any fascists sneaking around these buildings," Andrei Petrovich told his follower, to which she simply nodded at. This is where being a small target helped a lot! Any bullets that flew through the corridor windows stitched to the wall behind Andrei, while the enemy probably couldn't even see the girl following him whilst she crept along.
All of a sudden there was a noise that made everyone jolt. Not a bullet whizzing into the wall, or an explosion going off nearby, ...a metallic sort of smash. As soldiers stopped and looked up in unison to the floor above, Alisa audibly gulped. "We'll check this out. Zhenya, I leave the bottom floor to your men!" Andrei yelled above the resuming gunfire. The fresh-looking Sergeant nodded and spread his men out, the least they could do to survive against the enemy armor until more support showed up. Andrei charged upstairs with his PPSh-41 raised and ready to release absolute death on any unfortunate Nazi to meet his sights. His auburn-haired companion climbed after him and double checked her M38 to see it was ready for action.
After throwing himself against the wall beside the missing office door, Andrei peered inside to see a single soldier, using a filing cabinet as cover. His heart rate went crazy, and rather than keeping his head stuck out, the young man blindly sprayed into the room, shouting "Eat lead, fascist!", his finger pressing down harder on the trigger. With 71 rounds to waste he was confident he could take the besieged German out... But, blindfiring is blindfiring in the end. And it wasn't exactly safe to stand perfectly still.
Alisa meanwhile watched from the staircase, her rifle pointed down the hall in case anybody came to outflank the lieutenant. Today, the kid had visions of being able to etch another tally line into her shortened rifle. Adrenaline pushed her into a different zone of thought - overconfidence where she should feel inclined to stick to cover and not chance anything.