This is my own indy fan-fiction 
The intrepid adventurer Indiana Jones twirled around, a fury of whip cracks followed. These lashes had been directed at the sub-machine gun totting Nazi that had snuck up behind him. With each swing, the whips end slashed across the German soldiers face, creating several long, thin red lines down his cheek. The Nazi's face turned to a scowl filled with pain and hate, examining his attacker. But nearly instantly, the man fell to the ground as a pistol cracked. All the German saw was the man with the whip draw a revolver and squeeze the trigger.
That all for now.
The intrepid adventurer Indiana Jones twirled around, a fury of whip cracks followed. These lashes had been directed at the sub-machine gun totting Nazi that had snuck up behind him. With each swing, the whips end slashed across the German soldiers face, creating several long, thin red lines down his cheek. The Nazi's face turned to a scowl filled with pain and hate, examining his attacker. But nearly instantly, the man fell to the ground as a pistol cracked. All the German saw was the man with the whip draw a revolver and squeeze the trigger.
That all for now.
