"Incoming allies assault! I can't hold this point on my own with my AK, and a makarov! My sickle was shattered!" Alexander cried out, and then began to fire off heavy rounds at incoming Allied soldiers. A tank pulled through. "stuff!" He said, ducking to evade the tank's fire, and then running, Kalashikov at hand as he took a bullet to the leg, decreasing movement, but he jumped, grabbing the barrel of the tank and climbing on, wounded or not, it was going down. He plopped in a charge, and crawled to cover, and blew the tank up with the charge.