Castelluccio, Inside.
Bullets flew everywhere. It became quite the Maelstrom as the Italians desperately attempted to fend off the NECOs, although the girls were having just as hard of a time killing off all of the Italians. Everyone got hit. Jane took a large splinter to the shoulder, Tiffany took another bullet to her left forearm, grazing past her bone and leaving a clean wound through. Clair's Bren gun took the brunt of a bullet that grazed her arm, the stock shattering and flinging shards of wood into her uniform as well as bits of lead, while April's helmet deflected a round into her shoulder, along with a round buried into one of her medical packs, ripping the bag open and spilling the contents everywhere. Antoinette and Valerie were not spared either, though they took much less damage; mostly splinters scratching exposed bits of skin.
Cat's Welrod made a clean hit, dropping her first target and leaving him dead on the ground, just in time for the S-mine to impact on an unlucky soldier and set off, sending bits of shrapnel everywhere, including up at Cat, one piece finding its way through the sole of her boot, through her foot, and then out the top of her boot, as well as one embedding itself in the posterior, being a literal pain in the ass. The girls below were luckily saved from most of the Shrapnel by the pile of Italian bodies lining the floor, but the explosion was enough to cause a section of the weakened floor structure to collapse, dropping several bodies and a couple of confused, injured Italians almost on the heads of the girls on the ground floor.
Despite her pain, April made sure to finish off the soldiers, dropping them with a few well-placed shots of her M1 carbine. Panting, she stared dumbfounded at the destruction that had been caused, noting everyone had managed to get hit by some sort of shrapnel or bullet. Once the dust and noise settled down, April shook her head at it all. "Well, Shoot. Looks like I'm gonna be busy on the way back ta base..." she muttered, wincing as a jolt of pain shot through her injured shoulder.
As the sounds below Fian died down, he would notice the general communications on the channel he had switched his radio to. German voices could be heard coordinating some sort of large-scale movement, nearby from the sounds of it. From his vantage point on the roof- Next to the body of the only NECO fatality so far- he could squint north-east against the morning sun and see a column of dust coming down the main road, only perhaps a mile away- The German reinforcements had begun moving on toward Gela, and it was a given that they'd seen the large column of smoke created by Catherine's handiwork. They would need to leave, and soon. But Fian had to do something about Rosy's body, to keep it out of enemy hands.