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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]///// (15/20) 
[b][color=f7941d]Word count:[/color][/b] 675[/center] 

Great success! The floating ghost who had just made the mistake of attempting to reason with the Heavy instead of fleeing, and the next second it had vanished into thin air! Heavy chuckled quietly to himself at his achievement, getting back onto his stubby little feet when he suddenly heard the same voice of the tiny spectral; It was still alive. But before Heavy could turn angry and strike down the baby ghost again, he saw Comrade Slayer talk with it - not attacking it, which was odd - before seeing a door open. Heavy didn't know or understand what was going on, but he followed little Joker to their leader and into the large chamber and whatever might have waited for them there. 

[color=f7941d]"Lay it on heavy is my specialty, Comrade Slayer. Me and Sasha will make sure of that."[/color] Heavy said back to their team leader as they entered the massive chamber. The monstrosity of a ghost that floated in the middle was...huge indeed, and its cackling voice and laughter was sure to give many a man shivers down his spine. But not Heavy. The laughter sounded just like a bourgeois capitalist's laughter, and they could be dealt with. Yes it was big - very, very big -, but that was of no concern to him. He had a big gun. [color=f7941d]"You run! I will shoot the bourgeoisie ghost and cover you!"[/color]

While Slayer and Joker made their moves with an elegant haste and precision, Heavy went down to business the old and dirty merc way. It had been too long since Sasha had been out, but now it was her time to shine. Heavy pressed the secondary trigger on his beloved minigun, commencing the mechanism that spun the barrels around and around faster until it reached it optimal rotational speed. The sound of the spinning minigun was unmistakable for those that knew it, and perhaps terrifying for those that didn't. But Heavy was just happy to fight. [color=f7941d]"Eat lead, King Ghost!"[/color]

Heavy pulled the primary trigger, unleashing a hail of 200$ bullets at an mindboggling rate towards their massive enemy. The Russian continued the barrage of cartoonishly oversized bullets aimed at King Boo's face, while he slowly side-stepped to the left in the chamber. Rocks and various attacks were aimed for their enemy with a crown, Slayer and Joker doing amazing feats of acrobatics and magical abilities that Heavy could only dream of. Heavy himself, after the first burst of minigun fire, released the trigger and winded down the spinning barrels. He was moving again. 

Making his way a little further to the left of the chamber and King Boo, Heavy hoped that he could do some damage and distract their ghastly opponent from his weaker allies. Especially Six, who'm he was afraid was going to get herself killed due to her being so tiny. And he was not allowing that. [color=f7941d]"Hey you, despotic ghost king! I am talking to you!"[/color] Heavy shouted as loud as he could to King Boo, shuffling his minigun over to his left hand as to free his right one. [color=f7941d]"You are no match for me...or us!"[/color] Heavy continued, bending his knees down a little and getting ready for his Showdown-attack. It took a little time to take aim, even at such a massive mass of whatever ghosts were made of, but soon Heavy was aiming mentally at the one thing every king cheerished the most; Their Crown. [color=f7941d]"Pow! Haha!"[/color] Heavy's shout echoed as he pulled out the imaginary revolver and fired the imaginary bullet aimed at the crown, a wide grin pressed onto his face as he shuffled the minigun back to both his hands. 

Heavy began to spin the barrel up once again, this time aiming in the general mass of King Boo's torso, if it could be called that. The bullets once again flew from his beloved Sasha, making the deafening thunderstorm of Soviet engineering at its finest while Heavy himself began to loudly sing over the sound of gunfire. [color=f7941d]"Ya-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta ya-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta do-de-da-va-da-da-dada! Kaboom-Kaboom!"[/color]