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A familiar *click*, – and BLU Soldier flies off the cliff, airblasted.
God, they hate Hightower.
For some unknown reason, every single time the teams just... fight. Instead of capping, pushing the cart to end this torture, or doing what the Administrator is fucking saying, BLU and RED are just killing each other for shit and giggles.
Their Soldier gets his training rocket launcher, which is specifically designed to deal ZERO damage, and cracks BLU skulls with a shovel. Demo's the same, and the enemy one? Well...he grabs a katana and goes out cutting heads. Scout is god knows where, but there is one thing they do know.
If you hear that annoying voice, pray that it's the RED one: he's at least manageable. The BLU Scout seems to shoot them from ten miles away.
And they didn't even mention Snipers yet-
Pyro barely managed to notice the Dead Ringer crackle behind them.
They turn around, exchanging glances with the BLU Spy, and he misses the backstab, instead making a deep cut in Pyro's arm. Spy flies off the cliff after the Soldier, and Pyro hisses from the pain.
Oh, son of a bitch. Fucking Spy. They manage to run into a small shack, falling onto the ground as blood splatters the floor. Be quiet. And breathe. Ow, ow! Just breathe. They open a health kit with one hand.
A lot of time has passed since they've been hired, and they learned a lot of first aid. They had to: Medic ignores the braindead freak, and never replies to their "MEDIC!" calls.
They kinda... had to adapt and memorize medkit locations on every single map. Scout shares the spots he found when he's feeling nice and not insulting and/or outright ignoring them.
They're used to that, anyway.
How the hell did BLU Spy even manage to cut through the thick asbestos suit? Is there a chainsaw in his knife or something?
Somehow managing to stay quiet, they tighten the already-crimson bandage around their upper arm and look somewhere ahead. Soldier almost got his leg blasted off by a BLU rocke- nevermind. It's now on the ground. He calls "MEDIC!", and the doctor is near him already, the leg is attached back on, and Soldier flies away again.
Damn... they would've said thanks, at least. If Medic healed them, that is.
Oh...
They shake their head, suddenly noticing how dizzy they are, and look down, noticing the growing puddle of blood.
And their hand is getting numb. And...the world around them is spinning.
Pyro is not in any way weak, no: they run around in a heavy and hot suit, with a heavy flamethrower in hands, for hundreds of miles. They...
They hate Hightower so much.
Go to respawn? – they think and immediately bite their tongue. The idea of jumping off the cliff after the couple of BLUs sounds way too good in their head.
No. Not now. They promised themself they wouldn't do that again.
And they hate maps with environmental deaths too. Airblasting enemies there is one thing, but when some thoughts visit them even when they're at full health...
They... they got distracted again. Did anyone come in yet?
They look around and, surprisingly, no. All the fun seems to be on their left: RED finally decided to push the cart, and both teams are now fighting each other in one crowded spot.
Standing up seems easy at first, but-
...yeah, they fell.
For some reason, a tune plays in their head, and they have to stiffle a giggle. It's just blood loss, they-
Need to focus.
The walls aren't really sturdy: if they lean on one, they might fall down.
Right after the couple of BL-
Pyro lets out something resembling a sob.
They can't feel their arm.
They stand up, almost falling back down, their vision turns dark for a moment, and they barely manage to pick up the flamethrower that was so light half an hour ago. It's loud.
It's so fucking loud-
Fo-cus! They're heading to the respawn room right! Now!
Pyro chuckles, imagining Soldier's voice screaming at them, but then finally starts moving. They get to the ramp on their right: the BLU payload would've been here if the team hasn't been busy defending from RED. Getting up the slope was surprisingly hard.
Everything around them is spinning, their breath is heavy, their vision is blurred, and explosions and shots ring in their ears.
It's getting harder and harder to move half of their body.
"Poison, maybe?", a thought appears in their head, which is almost immediately dismissed. That sounds too silly.
Go forward, into the corridor. The door slides open in front of them, and Pyro can finally fall to the floor.
Ouch. No. Ow. They have to get to the respawn room. Fuck, they're...
They're so tired.
The floor is pretty comfortable, actually.
No, stand up, at least crawl to the-
But the thoughts seem distant, as if their brain is mush. They're probably nosebleeding, something sticky filling the insides of their gasmask, and...
Thud, – their head hits the floor. That's it. Their body gave up. It feels... nice... to finally rest.
Someone's footsteps, quiet and familiar, is the last sound they hear before their mind fades away.