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[img]https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/thumb/8/8e/Icon_heavy.jpg/150px-Icon_heavy.jpg?t=20160319164550[/img][h1][color=f7941d]The Heavy[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][b][color=ed1c24]Level[/color][/b]: 2
[b][color=f7941d]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day 3 - Morning
[b][color=ed1c24]Location[/color][/b]: Boo's Castle
[b][color=f7941d]Tag[/color][/b]: [@Majoras End][@Tenma Tendo][@Lugubrious]
[color=ed1c24][b]Experience:[/b] ////////////[/color]//////// (12/20) 
[b][color=f7941d]Word count:[/color][/b] 517 [/center] 

[color=f7941d]"Hahaha! You are no match for me, baby ghost!"[/color] Was Heavy's immediate respons to the unlucky ghost which went all "POOF" at his mighty, imaginary revolver and the others that questions what just happened. In truth he was surprised it worked, but said surprise was as brief as...as...something very brief, before the Heavy felt confident again in killing the spectrals. Stupid ghosts, they were truly no match for him and the rest of the team, who certainly would be able to squash them all like bugs in no ti... [color=f7941d]"What was that?"[/color] The Heavy did not notice the one flame that their Comrade Slayer failed to block, though in retrospect he couldn't be blamed. It was so tiny after all, even Heavy missed it, like tiny Scout back home. The purple flame found its mark in his left shoulder, first placing itself seemingly harmlessly on him. Heavy grinned, then laughed at the ghost. [color=f7941d]"You call that fire?"[/color]

And that was when it really started to burn. [color=f7941d]"Fire! Fire fire fire!"[/color] Heavy shouted out loudly in pain as the fire started to take its effect. It was burning, the purple flame was burning like normal fire, and it was painful. He was burning! Heavy started to panic a little, bashing the purple flame with his right hand as fast as he could in hopes of putting it out. [color=f7941d]"I'm burn!"[/color] If there was one thing that came close to frightening The Heavy Weapon's Guy, it was fire and the...thing that created said fire. And he was certain these ghost weren't the Pyro, so how were they creating fire? This was not making any sense for the sorry Russian! And yet their problems were not over.

The other three alive ghosts went for the others, to which their dear Comrade Slayer did his usual magic extravancas -whatever that meant- to vanish into thin air, or smoke, and created another series of purple fire, trying to protect Akira and Six. Which was good because Heavy, even for his brutish appearance, began to fear for their health. They were as small and tiny as Scout, who could be killed easily. [color=f7941d]"Take care of Joker and little Six, Comrade Slayer! I kill this one. I am coming for you!"[/color] Heavy shouted to the three others, clearly ready to face his ghost alone. How? He had no idea, especially not when a dagger came flying through the air towards the ghost attacking him. Heavy raised his fists to protect himself from the further purple fire, before taking a quick step back after the knife hit the ghost or not. He hoped the ghosts were vulnerable to one thing -besides magic of course; his weight. [color=f7941d]"Time to run, cowards![/color] Heavy shouted once again, charging his ghost and jumping as hard as he could. If anything, he hoped to jump onto the ghost and crush it under his body. If that even worked. If not, perhaps it could be scared? [color=f7941d][url=https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/6/69/Heavy_battlecry05.wav]"Eeeyaaah!"[/url][/color]