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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]: 1 (0/10)
[b][color=ed1c24]Location[/color][/b]: Lakeside
[b][color=ed1c24]Tag[/color][/b]: 
[b][color=ed1c24]Word count:[/color][/b] 850[/center] 

"Mission begins in thirty seconds!"

Thirty seconds of waiting, thirty seconds too many for the giant brute of a Russian tapping his feet in great anticipation for the match that was about to begin. Well, from experience Heavy knew that it would be more akin to a bloodbath than a normal match, but really what was the difference? Heavy was just eager to get out there and give BLU a piece of him and Sasha. 

Thirty seconds until the members of Builders League United would begin their very bad day. 

Heavy watched Knight step forward to the orange gate just in front of them, apparently installed to "give both teams a fair and equal chance" according to some kind of list of rules. Heavy had never seen said list of rules, and if there really were, there weren't anyone to enforce them. All the better, Heavy always liked a good fight, not a fair one. Heavy put down his beloved Sasha, the minigun, and stretched out his hands, popping the joints of his massive fingers. The clock continued to tick down. 

[color=f7941d]"What, there is smell here?"[/color] Heavy asked the Knight with curiosity, giving the air a good sniff as he tried to locate this smell. Victory? No, Heavy could not smell it no matter how hard he tried. He'd never smelled victory, and the smell he did recognize was not that which Knight spoke off. [color=f7941d]"No comrade Knight, that is only smell of Sasha. I oiled her just after previous bloodbath."[/color] 

The next question and lines conversation made Heavy more animated though. [color=f7941d]"Yes, where is the Doktor? We must have Medic ready to heal tiny, baby Inkling and others, unless they hide behind me and Knight."[/color] Heavy quiped back at Knight and Spartan, picking up the minigun again and swirling the barrel a couple of rotations. The gun must have weighed a figurative ton, which Heavy managed to both hold and maneuver around with ease, though not invincible with. That is why he got more animated at the lack of Medic, for he missed his good friend's presence. Who else would be there to heal him and make him credit to team?

Heavy would have agreed on his prefence with the healing beam of the Medic, had not the Administrator's voice cut through the heavy tension that surrounded them in their little caged spawn. Three seconds. Heavy turned around, eyes searching for his Medic. Two seconds. Heavy faced the gate again, his massive fingers clutching tightly around the minigun, muscles in tension and ready to move. One second! [color=f7941d]"Medic! Hurry, Doktor! We must run and fight!"[/color]

"Fight to the death!"

Heavy couldn't wait any longer for Medic, rushing out in a jog from the RED team's spawn, following Knight, the Raider and the Priestess out into the open. Turn left, continue forward and through several buildings, Heavy finally reached the battlefield proper. It was time, but not before Heavy shouted something back at the Knight and his inspiration song. [color=f7941d]"Comrade Knight, I am not fat, but am hungry for BlU skulls of enemy baby team![/color] 

Moving forward as fast as he could, which for a giant bear of a man wasn't too quick honestly, Heavy had to leave both Medic behind him somewhere still looking for his weapon back at base, but also a strange sensation in the back of his mind. Heavy did not know what it truly was, only that it was getting in the way of him killing those pesky revisionists of the BLU team. It was almost a memory, a whit of something refering to a previous life, or world? A bright light, death, then nothing? No, Heavy could not put his finger on it, not the least because he was holding said finger on the trigger of the minigun, ready to do some killing. If anything, perhaps he was hungry. He still had the Sandwich safely tucked in his pocket...Nah, it was probably nothing.

The advance continued until Heavy and the other fighters entered the middle section of the map - a big, open central plaza of what could have come out of ancient Egypt, with the old constructions, sand and pyramid in the distance. Heavy payed little attention to those details however. To Heavy there was only one important task to focus on now - the enemies entering his sight on the far western side of the map. [color=f7941d]"I spy with my little eye..."[/color] Heavy began taunting with his booming voice, a thick Russian accent laced with tremendous power and joyous fury as the powered up his minigun. [color=f7941d]"Cowards, I spy cowards! Tiny, baby cowards of BLU!"[/color] 

Heavy ended his taunt by opening fire at the distant enemies, slowing his pace down to a crawl as bullets flew out of his minigun, aimed at the enemy team. This was his job, his life and world now. Nothing existed outside the dunes of sand just on the other side of the fence. There was only his RED team, himself and Sasha. 

It was a good day to be giant man!