[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5r7OTIh.png[/img] [b][color=Aquamarine]wordcount:[/color][/b] 5,286 (+3) (+8) [b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 2[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]///////////////////////[/color]/////// (23/30) [b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b] Sandswept Sky – Before the Great Barrier [/center] [center][img]https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/1/11/Medic_emblem_RED.png?t=20130809194339[/img] [color=ed1c24][b]The Medic:[/b] Word Count:[/color] 5,286 (+3 Exp) (+8 Exp) [color=ed1c24]Level:[/color] 1 [color=ed1c24]Exp:[/color] [color=ed1c24][b]//////////[/b][/color] (12/10) Level Up Imminent [color=ed1c24]Location:[/color] Sandswept Sky (desert) [/center] [center] [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 (18/20) [b][color=ed1c24]Location[/color][/b]: Before the Great Barrier [b][color=ed1c24]Word count:[/color][/b] 5,286 (+3 Exp) (+8 Exp) [/center] For the first time since...well forever really, something went down Heavy’s spine that wasn’t Medic’s mind-shatteringly painful medical tools. No, what went down Heavy’s spine was shivers - Shivers from the very thought of what Medic had just mentioned. [color=f7941d]"Pyro...Heavy thought that terrible...terrible word could not frighten me more, but...DRAGONS!"[/color] Heavy seemed to attempt to distract himself from that terrible mention of the “Pyro”, whoever that was. Heavy and Medic knew perfectly well who, or what the Pyro was able to do, and it wasn’t anything good. But they had bigger fishes to fry, or rather Dragons to shoot with very expensive weaponry. Heavy had paid very little attention to the conversation between his beloved Doktor and Midna the shadowy monarch, their intellectual prowess not his specialty. Mentions of masks and syringe guns went over his head, though the obvious sight of said DRAGONS brought Heavy’s attention to a sharp mercenary precision! The dragons were nothing like Heavy had seen before, but then again, he hadn’t seen a real DRAGON before either, so how should he know? [color=Aquamarine]”Here, why don’t I just demonstrate”[/color] Midna replied when asked by the Medic what she could do, before floating down to the ground behind their observation spot, out of sight of the feasting bug looking but not actually bug type pokemon. The Medic had sighed, expecting her to fly directly into battle, but Midna was smarter than that. Her feet hit the sand, the princess wincing a little at the heat on her bare feet, before she turned [color=Aquamarine]”I know i might look petite to you, but trust me, I hit hard”[/color] and flexed a toned arm. It wasn’t very impressive. Then she pointed up at the massive glowing one coming out of the back of her head, the fist of the flexing magical limb large enough to crush a man. Well, maybe not the Heavy, but certainly the Medic at whom she was aiming a toothy grin, [color=Aquamarine]”And this is just a fourth of the fused shadow. Plus, I have some magic of my own.”[/color] She snapped both fingers and pointed to either side of her where two more wolfos, these ones approaching human height, appeared from the twilight realm, crouched beside her, ready to pounce [color=Aquamarine]”You boys stay out of my way, and I’ll smash these things to pieces.”[/color] The Medic watched her display with interest. His only experience with magic was a wizard that most certainly did not fight his own battles. [color=ed1c24][i]I’ll have to test ze upper limitz of her magical hair’s strength.[/i][/color] The Siberian Brute had been just about to rush out ahead, when they needed to figure out a plan. Well, really it was Midna’s show of muscle that held him back for a brief moment honestly, the sight of her tiny baby muscles giving Heavy an approving chuckle in Russian. Clearly she wanted them to stay out of her, and what better way to do that than to begin the assault himself? Then again, Midna clearly wanted him to use Sasha against those DRAGONS. The princess took a few more heartbeats to enjoy her own theatrics before dismissing all her magics, wolfos returning home and the hand turning back into her ponytail, and getting back to business. [color=Aquamarine]”Which shouldn't be a problem for you, if I remember how that weapon works. Some kind of rapid fire projectile weapon right?”[/color] she pointed at the heavy’s minigun. [color=f7941d]"Da! Sasha be fine weapon against Dragons...I think, never fought Dragon before. Medic? You think Minigun bullets penetrate dragon scale? If not, Heavy use fists of steel to give dragons good punch!"[/color] It was clear that Heavy was losing his patience, wafting his fists and Minigun around in anticipation to start the fight. If neither Medic nor Midna soon started their match, Heavy was more than willing to storm out onto the battlefield and take out the baby DRAGONS like Medic had told him to. Minigun or not. He really missed his Boxing Gloves, though perhaps he would find them again soon? Realizing their window for strategizing was rapidly dwindling, the Medic proceeded to rush through their current strategy. [color=ed1c24]“Alright, crush ze babies viz your fists, und zen use Sasha on ze adults. I’ll cover you. Meanwhile, her highness vill distract ze parents viz her magic helmet und dire volfs. If eizer of you need healing, shout.”[/color] This last instruction was more for Midna’s benefit than the Heavy’s as he was well accustomed to such things. [color=Aquamarine]”Perfect”[/color] Midna said, picking up on the large man’s impatience and, seeing little reason to delay any further, was more than happy to set them on their way. She floated up into the air, called her wolfos over from where it had been obediently waiting and mounted up. [color=Aquamarine]”Then without further ado, let's get this started”[/color] she announced, before spurring her beast forward, riding around their little barrier and racing towards their targets. The buggy dragons seemed to be too stupid to have posted sentries while they feasted, and so initial her brazen charge wasn’t met with any resistance. This state of ignorance went on right up until the point where she got confident enough to glance back to see if the others were keeping up, at which point her wolfos stepped a paw into one of the small divots in the sand and slipped on the fine grains within. And so it began - A new match! Heavy was ready to get his hands dirty, or even bloody, cracking his knuckles and charging head-on into the fray of battle. With a guttural, deafening roar from his deepest Siberian vocal chords of [color=f7941d]"EYAAAAAAA!"[/color] Heavy was running as fast as he could through the sandy ground. Ahead of him, Midna raced ahead of them on her mount like a bonk addled scout, and behind him his trusted Medic keeping up with his stubby little legs. Things were looking well, until Heavy’s not-so-nimble feet struggled to avoid a trap. Holes in the ground, where one would sink into. Sinkholes! The Medic had been [color=ed1c24]chained[/color] to the Heavy at the time, so he was a few feet behind Midna when she rode into what appeared to be a sinkhole. [color=Aquamarine]”Wow there, what ahhh!”[/color] Midna cried out as a massive blast of sand shot of the pit, fired from the mouth of the adorable [url=https://i.imgur.com/XdFLWf6.png]puppy sized creature[/url] within, which then proceeded to bite the slipping paw of the wolfos with its massive jaw. The beast yowled in pain, its advance entirely halted and alerting its mistress to its plight. The princess stopped trying to get sand out of her one exposed eye and sent a massive orange fist down from her head, which grabbed the biting creature and squeezed it. Hard. Witnessing the event, the Medic shouted to the Heavy to watch for sand pits. [color=f7941d]"I see now! Stupid holes in ground where no holes meant to be. This not be normal map! Not good..."[/color] The beast let go and let out a cry of “Traaaaaa” before its little body broke in Midna’s grasp and she crushed it. [color=Aquamarine]”Wretched thing”[/color] Midna complained as her beast limped away from the sand pit. Or rather the sand trap. Similar traps littered the area, and the reason why became immediately obvious as a duet of women voices singing in wordless song suddenly erupted, drawing all eyes to the dragons and their adolescent young. The two more draconic flygons took to the air, their wings singing as they kicked up a rapidly intensifying sandstorm around them. While they did the younger insectile Vibrava scuttled or buzzed (the sound of which induced a mild headache that got stronger as they got closer) across the sand towards them, a swarm advancing along with the blinding storm whipped up by their parents. A storm that would make seeing the Trapinch’s pits much harder when it hit in a few heartbeats. [color=ed1c24]“Mache schnell!”[/color] The Medic shouted, trying to dodge sand traps while also rushing toward the vibrava. Once sure the Heavy had crossed safely, the two set about clearing the small fry. The Medic at first attempted to use his syringe gun, but the whipping sandstorm blew each syringe off course. Hissing loudly, the Medic switched to his emergency weapon, his bone saw. [color=ed1c24]“I’m going to zaw zrough your [i]BONES!”[/i][/color] he shouted angrily as they both began culling the herd of large nymphs. The meter long bugs came charging in in a scattered pack, the frontrunners rushing to be the first to strike the foolish fleshy things that had entered their domain. One darted to the side, circling round to attack the side of the wounded Wolfos. In defence, the princess brought out her magic hand once more, flicking it in a wide ark that tore up the sand as the bottom scraped across the sand like a wrecking ball, clipping the bug and sending it sprawling. It rolled out of Midna’s range, hurt but not dead and the princess was unable to follow to finish the job thanks to the crippled state one of her mount’s limbs, prompting the Princess to cry [color=Aquamarine]”Medic!”[/color] over the howling sound of song and storm. The other launched itself at the medic, its mandibles stretched wide as it attempted to rip off his arm with a powerful Crunch. It received a jagged blade to the face for its troubles, though it’s skin was surprisingly tough. Still, the attack had been deflected, and the Medic stomped down on it as he put his saw away and once again pulled out his Medi-Gun, aiming it at Midna’s mount. The entire time the attack continued, with the Medic trying desperately to dodge the biting of the small creatures, with only some success. After just a few moments, the wolfos was healed, and the Medic returned to swinging his saw at the offenders. The speed with which he switched between weapons was incredible. The woflos took a heartbeat to realize what had happened, before leaping into the fray, bringing a surprised princess along for the ride, to aid the helpful man, quick jaws snapping around a Vibrava before shaking it violently, savaging the creature fiercely. [color=f7941d]"I will squash you all like bugs! REAL BUGS!"[/color] Heavy shouted in a warlike state, disregarding his minigun at the moment to follow suit of Medic and his tiny, itzy bitzy bone saw. Heavy on the other hands, preferred to use his bare knuckles to knock some sense into the heads of those little baby dragons. Sense, and death, mostly death. While Medic might have had some issue dealing with the sandy hostiles, Heavy had a much easier time picking up the tiny baby creatures and beating them senseless. One after another, Heavy grabbed, beat and tossed away as hard as he could the nymphs like tiny rocks in glass house, finding it an ever joyful sport. As he did, multiple small mounds of sand rapidly closed in on the slower Heavy as numerous Trapinches dug their way through the sand to try and pick off the slower, meatier intruder. Three of them burst from the sand in quick succession, one on either side and one dead ahead. As soon as they emerged each one tried to spit a heavy ball of thick wet sand at the russian to attempt to blind, slow and distract him before they ran in and attempted to bite his ankles off. The season of nymph-throwing was rudely interrupted by tiny, orange little creatures sneaking up on Heavy from underground. The heavy Russian tried to stomp at those little biting bugs as they approached, though the soft sand underneath his feet only managing to dig himself deeper into a sandy situation. Two of the Trapinches got him flanked at the sides while the last one faced him down like a true man...thingy! [color=f7941d]"Who sends babies to fight me?"[/color] Heavy taunted at them, only to feel a dry pain in his eyes with a heavy ball of wet sand stuck to his face. Letting out an agonizing [color=f7941d]"GAAH! It burns!"[/color], Heavy was becoming something worse than simply ready for a fight. He was angry! Blinded by hatred for the tiny, baby cowards of the sand, Heavy gave one of his most powerful stomps to the ground yet. The sheer force of his foot managed to flow one of the critters up into the air for Heavy to grab hold of, snapping in two in a blinded state of frenzy, before digging maddeningly after the other one. [color=f7941d]"DIE!"[/color] The Medic rushed over, taking out three of the vibrava on his way. He immediately began swinging away at the trapinch that had encircled his comrade. These were much younger and weaker than the flying nymphs, but he had still only managed to clear away one and start on another by the time the Heavy had crushed the remaining two. Switching once again to his Medi-Gun, the Medic began healing the Heavy’s wounds, though it took a considerably longer time than Midna’s wolfos. [color=ed1c24]“Zese zings are stronker zan zey look! Ve mast azeest Meedna!”[/color] the Medic shouted over the raging winds. Some of the Medic’s wounds had already healed, almost as if by magic, but he had still taken a lot of damage just getting from one patient to the other. [color=ed1c24]“Go! I veel heal you!”[/color] The last Trapinche’s life was just as short as it was miserable, Heavy’s massive hand dug into the ground, grabbing hold of something shelly and pulling it out like a pebble in your shoe. Like it, Heavy wanted to do nothing but destroy the annoying little thing. This one Heavy slowly but surely squeezed to pixelated pieces with his meaty fingers, giving a satisfying POP as Medic took care of the last one. [color=f7941d]"We make good team, Doktor! Move!"[/color] Ahead the sandstorm had reached a crescendo sung by the siren’s call of the Flygon’s wings. Dust and sand filled the air, scraping against exposed flesh and gnawing at unguarded eyes. The sun was gone, darkness loomed and in it flares of purple could be seen, as the remaining bugs showed themselves to be true dragons, unleashing burning breath crackling with draconic energy. Amid the flares of fire a dark shape danced, topped by an orange glowing arm as the princess and her wolfos danced amids the winds, guided only by Midna’s mask guarded eye. Then, suddenly, two more shapes appeared at her side, great wolves who blindly lunged forwards through the sands, leaping in great perfectly synchronized bounds as they rammed through sand and bug alike, before their last leap turned into a corkscrew drill attack at the end of which they suddenly vanished. With them, the throbbing pain in their heads subsided, the majority of the Vibrava now wounded, fainted or dead. Yet the song still filled the air, and only moments later it shook the ground. The dunes trembled, sand dancing and flowing as an earthquake shook everything that was grounded, ruining their footing. Then three points of purple fire flared, richer and darker than that shot by the adolescents, and then slashed down as the claws upon which they burned sought vengeance upon the princess. There was a feral howl of pain, another flash of dragonfire around the creature’s tail and then the impish Minda came sailing through the air into view of the mercenaries, hitting the ground and rolling a few feet before coming to a stop close by. After a moment the princess, her body not marred by any claw mark but still burned and bruised by combat, shakily pushed herself up into a fighting stance. A scant few heartbeats later the two dragons came hurtling into view above them, both their claws lighting up with dragon fire with which they slashed down at the Princess and the Heavy. The Russian mercenary had rushed forward as hard as he could at this point, fearing that tiny little Midna would be no real match for a true DRAGON. His worst concerns were fulfilled a mere moment later, with the sight of the little royal imp crashing down into the ground before him and Medic. [color=f7941d]"Midna, noooo!"[/color] Heavy cried out, watching the burned body of her struggling to get back into a fighting stance. [color=f7941d]"Be careful, little imp Princess! Medic! Heal Midna!"[/color] And not a moment too soon, as something much worse than a dragon coming into view to the Russian brute. TWO DRAGONS, spewing fire like...like...like a Pyro! It was a terrible sight indeed, but nothing worse than a real challenge for the one they called Heavy Weapons Guy! Heavy saw the slashing attack come, lifting up his beloved Sasha to deflect some of the blow with her strong metal frame, while a few inches of the slash penetrated his already thick skin. He grunted, seeing and tasting blood. The Dragons were about to have a real bad time. [color=f7941d]"I promise you one thing, dragon; pain without end!"[/color] He taunted, revving up Sasha and unleashing a hail of bullets onto one of the dragons, sending it reeling and fleeing back into the cover of the sandstorm. Many a warrior had struck a dragon with steel, many a wizard with spells, but bullets? If not a first, it would send a clear message out; Heavy was ready and able to kill you! While the heavy delivered on his promises, Minda defended herself from the other dragon, projecting a great hand and holding it above herself as a shield, the dragon repeatedly trying to claw down at her. Hurt and unable to focus, all she could do was hold fast as the dragon hammer brutally on the glowing limb will claw strike after claw strike till it heard the screech of its mate. The sight of the other flygon retreating after being hammered with lead caused it to retreat too, but the red in their eyes meant they weren't going to back down. The Medic had at first made a move toward Midna, but he too saw the incoming slash attack and, gasping, immediately ducked behind the Heavy, using the giant as a meat shield. Most would view this as cowardly, and perhaps it was, but his job was to keep his teammates alive. He couldn’t do that if he died, and the behemoth of a mercenary could take far greater hits than the Medic and remain standing. While the Medic could see the attack hit, it was nothing the Heavy couldn’t handle. The Medic took the momentary delay between attacks and ran out towards the princess. She was much smaller than any of his other patients, so rather than healing her then and there, he picked her up and ran back to his living cover. There he set her down and began healing her. For the first few seconds, the burning and healing simply counteracted each other, during which the Heavy was vulnerable(ish). Once the bluish flames subsided, however, the Medi-Gun made short work of Midna’s wounds. Despite being quite muscular, her small size gave her an even smaller damage threshold than the Medic himself. [color=Aquamarine]”Goddesses, you're a lifesaver”[/color] the princess panted as the regeneration restored her to full vitality, the relife overwhelming the indignity of the situation. It was fortunate that the twin dragons did not come in to strike again, seemingly very wary of the heavy’s minigun, and instead harried the man with shots of dragonfire coming out of the sand while calling out to their remaining young together for a concentrated assault. With the princess restored to full health, the Medic suddenly adopted a less panicked, deadly serious face. [color=ed1c24]“Ztay behind us!”[/color] he shouted down at her. The cover Heavy could provide for his tiny teammates was nothing new to him, accustomed to soaking up the worst of damage from any given enemy. The flaming attacks from the twin dragons were a new touch though, sending burning pain through Heavy’s thick-set body and making him cry out in fiery pain. [color=f7941d]"I’m burn!"[/color] Had it not been for his trusted Medic’s beam of healing, Heavy would’ve certainly ended up in the Eternal Spawn area far up in the sky-box. Thankfully he did not remember they’d lost that privilege from the Administrator, or else he’d taken the fire damage much more serious. [color=f7941d]"Princess of Shadow, stay behind cover! Let Heavy and Medic take care of dragon."[/color] [color=ed1c24]“Heavy!”[/color] The Medic chained himself once more to the giant man, healing the worst of his wounds, though this was more a bi-product of his true intention. With one hand, the Medic reached down and flipped a small, unassuming toggle switch on his Medi-Gun. [color=ed1c24][b]“Ready to charge!!!”[/b][/color] He declared, thrusting down on the lever of his healing cannon with renewed gusto. [color=ed1c24][b][i]“HYAAAAAAA!!!!”[/i][/b][/color] The red mist that emitted from the front of the Medi-Gun ceased it’s lazy swirling and began pumping out ferociously and crackling with red colored electricity. Both the Medic and his patient flashed red for a moment before being consumed by the volatile energy. Their skin became red and gained a metallic sheen, while golden light erupted from their every orifice. Despite having just used the Heavy as a shield mere seconds before, the Medic rushed out in front of him, refusing to allow any kind of knockback to hinder his great monster. [color=f7941d]"Charge me, Doctor!"[/color] Heavy’s Russian words were filled with murderous delight at those most beautiful of all words; Ready. To. Charge. Heavy’s grin grew three sizes at the sound of Medic’s charge, letting the red beam pump him full of whatever magical sciency stuff Medic had conjured up with Archemides. Whatever it was, Heavy felt the energy surge through him, giving him renewed strength and resolve to do one thing; KILL. [color=f7941d]"Is good time to run, cowards!"[/color] The Medic ran head first into the remaining might of the Flygon’s brood. Dragonfire lashed out from a few remaining Vibrava, their flames harmlessly lashing against his uber shielded body while a rain of mud-slaps and sand attacks from a veritable swarm of Trapinches, gathered from every pit trap in the area, buffeted him, the impacts knocking him back and destabilizing him despite the shield. It was exactly as he had intended, his body blocking leaving the heavy free to rain death upon them. Invulnerable, invincible and other smart words beginning with “i”, Heavy stampeded forwards like a raging bull seeing RED straight into the mass of tiny baby dragons and more. Their flame attacks were nothing to the Heavy, who simply shrugged them off with malign delight and let loose a hell of minigun fire at whatever wasn’t Medic and Midna. The true powers of Sasha was visible, an incredible rate of fire of ten-thousand rounds per minute raining down on the trapinches and Vibrava, not even their small size able to outsmart his bullets, which weren’t too big compared to them. [color=f7941d]"I am BULLETPROOF!"[/color] Two hundred thousands dollars worth of ammunition rained down upon the hapless creatures, shredding through them like they were nothing compared to the deadly combination of german mad science and unending solviet firepower. Chiten shattered, wings were perforated with holes and after only 4 seconds the beasts were in a panic, scattering and fleeing and for another two the minigun gunned them down as the heavy drove all before him. Then one of the flygons appeared out of the sandstorm to the side and slammed down into the ground, its wings thrumming a violent song that caused the ground to dance in turn as it unleashed an earthquake upon them. Though the rumbling and shaking did no harm to the invincible mercs or floating princess using the Heavy as cover, it threw off the heavy’ aim something fierce, causing bullets to spray the open air and desert sands rather than at his target. In this window of opportunity the other appeared, descending rapidly with its tail afire in draconic energy. With this it whipped round and slammed the empowered appendage into the medic who was, like Midna had been, launched by the impact. The medic flew forwards like he’d stepped on a sticky trap, the beam breaking as his invincible form vanished into the storm. Using the momentum of the impact of its blow to reverse direction it charged the Heavy, who was still being shaken violently by the earthquake, claws bared and flaming. The claws bounced off the fading uber but then came in again as the medic’s power died completely. A moment earlier, Heavy and Medic had been an unstoppable duo hellbent on destroying whatever stood in their way. Now Heavy stood alone, watching with despair at the Flygon flicking away his doctor like he was nothing at all, and he was unable to do anything about it. The earth shook underneath, causing Heavy to stumble and wait for the inevitable slash of pain. [color=f7941d]"Uh-oh..."[/color] [color=Aquamarine]”Oh no you don’t!”[/color] came a call from behind as Minda’s giant orange hand lashed out from behind the man, the levitating princess unaffected by the ground based disruption. The fist slammed into the dragon, who was sent flailing and then tied to retreat once again, only for the hand to grab its long tail that had caused them so much grief. With it in her grasp the princess hauled the flygon over her head, slamming it into the ground behind her, before pulling it up and over again and again, slamming the screaming beast into the ground over and over. As the concussed beast began to wail in panic and pain the quake halted suddenly, and the Heavy had mere moments and a flash of purple as a tell to react to the other dragon rushing from the side to try and save its mate. The Princess, she had returned! Heavy looked up to see the hairy orange fist beat back at the green DRAGON, surprised but happy to see their tiny royalty get revenge. Especially as the flygon was slammed into the ground, again and again like it was a tiny baby toy, much to his murderous delight. [color=f7941d]"You are credit to team!"[/color] Heavy managed to shout out just before seeing the flash of purple descending down upon its mate and Midna. He had to act fast! Sasha was lifted and aimed at the incoming green menace, and then…nothing. Nothing? Nothing! Why was Sasha not working! Heavy dropped Sasha, his Siberian instincts telling him he had but one choice now. To act like an American cowboy! The Russian’s eyes locked onto the incoming DRAGON, his knees bending slightly as he took position. Precision and swiftness were key! Closer...closer....[color=f7941d]"POW! Haha!"[/color] Heavy’s finger gun went off, his imaginary bang nothing compared to the sudden impact upon the descending flygon, which was suddenly knocked off course and losing control. A steep fall and a booming crash later, the flygon dragon hit the sandy ground like a piano, missing Midna by mere meters. Heavy wasted no time, rushing over to it on his stubby little legs and throwing himself into a fist-fight! [color=f7941d]"Take that! And this, and that, and this and that!"[/color] His meaty fists knocked the poor creature senseless, unable to save its mate. The medic meanwhile landed among the panicked bugs and, by chance, also next to Midna’s wolfos. The beast was heavily wounded and half buried with sand but it still had the energy to whine for help from the helpful human who had fixed it up before. As the medic’s charge flashed and began to die the Trapinches and Vibrava began to put two and two together, and some began to turn to try and burn or blast him now that he was on his own. The Medic picked himself up, the merciless sand already trying to claim his hand and feet as the last of his [color=ed1c24]Uber[/color] flickered out. His eyes darted from the entombed wolf, to the encroaching swarm, to the wall of sand around him. He couldn’t be more than a few feet away from his teammates, but for all he could see he had been launched into another world entirely. He looked back at the whining mount. He hadn’t seen it’s life as consequential, as he had seen Midna summon it and assumed she could simply summon another if needs be, but the sight of it laying there brought flashes of a man with similar physique to the Heavy’s crushing a white dove and throwing it to the ground. This brief memory brought feelings of panic, despair, and rage to Ludwig all at once, for reasons he couldn’t be bothered to examine at the moment. The Medic reached down and pulled his Medi-Gun out of the sand, aiming it at the wolfos. He couldn’t allow this noble creature to die. Besides, his odds of surviving on his own were rapidly dwindling. [color=ed1c24]“Come on… come on…!”[/color] He urged, trying vainly to dig the wolfos out with one foot. [color=ed1c24]“Geet up, you useless creature! Are you going to let your princess die like zis!?”[/color] The Medic didn’t wait for it to be fully healed before throwing his Medi-Gun down and using both hands to frantically excavate it’s legs. The wolfos, seemingly spurred on by the Medic’s panicked insult, began kicking furiously, just barely managing to break free of the sand’s grasp. All the while the assault from the vibrava continued. One of the large bugs grew too bold and began advancing without it’s brethren, leaping at the duo. Before it’s attack could make contact, however, the wolfos erupted from the sand, it’s jaws crunching down on the would-be attacker violently. The Medic rose to his feet and, after taking a moment to pull his own legs out of the gluttonous sand, finished healing his new companion. The vibrava hadn’t allowed him to rest either, but he did his best to ignore the stinging bites, burns, and bruises caused by heavy chunks of wet earth colliding with his body. With the wolfos now healed, the Medic pulled out his bonesaw once more and leapt onto it’s back. [color=ed1c24]“Los, ve mast rejoin ze ozers! Schnell, schnell!”[/color] The disoriented wolfos didn’t know where they were, however, and instead continued to tear into the annoying creatures. Now along for the ride, it was all the Medic could do to hold on with one hand and help fend off attacks with the other. If they couldn’t assist their team directly, they could at least get rid of the ankle biters for them. As the song ended and the sandstorm stilled around him, it became clear to the medic that his strategy of keeping the juveniles away from his allies had worked. The blue sky and the harsh sun came beating down on them once more and when it did he caught sight of his two comrades, who were in the process of beating the crap out of the pair of flygons. With a final crushing blow of his mighty fists the heavy shattered the skull of one of the flygons, causing it to burst into smoke and drop him and its spirit to the ground while Minda’s overhead smashing finally beat the living daylights from the other, causing it to burst and decay at almost the same time. [color=Aquamarine]”Oh good, you're alive.”[/color] Midna said, her tone sounding genuinely relieved despite her choice of words when she turned and saw the medic and her wolfos riding at them full pelt, leaving the last of the swarm in the dust. Indeed the small numbers of remaining bugs ground their chase to a halt when they saw what had happened and, though they turned to flee, the hunters made quick work of mopping them up. A few moments later, the trio stood together in a sea of spirits, a blessed silence filling the air. All that was left was to investigate the tent/nest and then argue over the loot. [hider=Results!] [b]Party:[/b] Midna’s DracoLunaris, Heavy’s ONL, Medic’s Dr. Lovecraft [b]Encounter Reward:[/b] 8 EXP [b]Additional Rewards:[/b] 2x Flygon Spirit, 13x Vibrava Spirit, 21x Trapinch Spirit, Sandworm spirit, 6x[url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/pokemongo/images/f/fd/Pok%C3%A9mon_Eggs.png]egg[/url], 2x[url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/darksouls/images/a/a0/Young_White_Branch.png]young white branch[/url], [url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/dota2_gamepedia/images/7/76/Pipe_of_Insight_icon.png]pipe of insight[/url], [url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/phantasystar/images/4/48/Pso2_jet_boots_id.png]damaged jet boots[/url], 2x [url=https://i.redd.it/lr6iaubqd5931.jpg]loot box[/url], [url=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSlYLTwx061JzYErNsnoG3wmoaaxUvAdZZW7w&usqp=CAU]250 dollar bills[/url] (scattered around) [/hider]