[center][h1][color=f7941d]The Heavy[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][b][color=ed1c24]Level[/color][/b]: 1
[b][color=f7941d]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day 3 - Morning
[b][color=ed1c24]Location[/color][/b]: Doom Train
[b][color=f7941d]Tag[/color][/b]: [@Majoras End][@Tenma Tendo][@Lugubrious]
[color=ed1c24]Experience[/color]: IIIIIIIIII (0/10) 
[color=f7941d]Word count:[/color] 610
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The Heavy sat in complete silence as he listened to the story of little Six, the child he had expected to have a sad backstory in order to be chosen for this mission. What he instead heard sent shivers down his spine. He looked at her with his already large eyes now open wide, his jaw finding trouble keeping itself closed. Sure he himself had seen some terrifying sights in his life, even as a child, but like Six? She had defeated a so called 'Maw', and eaten her. And to top it off, that was how she had gained her powers. The Heavy looked at Six, uncertain of what to feel for the little girl. Pity? Fright? Disgust? The Russian brute settled on the first as he heard her silent, nervous laughter, and tried to give her a soft smile as far as he could. 

[color=f7941d]"Like Joker say, we protect you now. "[/color] If anyone was to touch Six again, Heavy would be sure to touch them back. In the face. With his massive fists. 

Suddenly the intercom sparked back to life, causing Heavy to turn his head towards it as he listened to it. And as he did, his face warmed up with a brutish delight at the words of 'fighting matches'. He could't agree more with the man behind the speaker, fighting was the best way to kill time. That, or dancing and weapon-cleaning. Perhaps a small snack as well? But one thing puzzled him. [color=f7941d]"No killing? How can you win if you don't kill enemy?"[/color] Heavy asked his group of allies and the man behind the speakers, though it would seem there was little time to get an answer. Soon enough they were confronted by a group of four figures. 

As Heavy rose from his seat, the wooden boards underneath the cushion slowly creaking back into place, he looked at the group he figured they were going to fight. They looked like they fit right in the halloween-theme of the train; two were men in armour, more or less normal-looking even for their spooky appearance; one was what Heavy could only presume was a werewolf with green…stuff pumping into him and the last…Heavy was not sure what That was, but it was  perhaps the most disgusting thing he'd seen all his life. His immense disgust for the abomination however turned swiftly into a deep chuckling from the Russian giant. As the purple barrier appeared around eight combatants, Heavy eyed his opponent up and down, before bursting out in laughter. 

[color=f7941d]"[url=https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/a/aa/Heavy_laughhappy04.wav?t=20110219194012]Oh ha ha ha ha ha![/url] What sick man sends thing called Giggles to fight me?"[/color] 

The cheerful attiude of Heavy didn't last long as Giggles threw what looked like a hook at him. Heavy, who already had gotten into a steady position with his trusted minigun, wasn't able to outright duck away from the incoming hook. It flew straight towards him, finding its mark at Heavy's left shoulder with a loud thud. Heavy gave a muted groan, signalling the change of mood of the smaller giant. It was painful, but Heavy had felt much worse through his less than peaceful career. [color=f7941d]"You call that pain? I will show you pain, baby Giggles!"[/color] 

The barrel of the minigun started to spin, faster and faster as it went round, making a loud mechanical noise. Heavy smiled fiendlish, aiming his beloved Sasha straight at Giggles, pulling the trigger. A fury of gunfire erupted from the minigun, the bullets large enough to be almost visible for the naked eye as they flew in the direction of the abomination. All the while this happened, Heavy gave his usual intimdating shout. [url=https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/d/df/Heavy_battlecry03.wav?t=20110320042645]"Yaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"[/url]