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FourtyTwo
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The Heavy
Level: 2 (5/20)
Location: Naboris -> Great Barrier
Word count: 758 (2 EXP)
Location: Naboris -> Great Barrier
Word count: 758 (2 EXP)
Heavy laughed in delight at the sudden surge of attention to which he himself and his beloved Sandvich got from this new crew of Comrades, happily breaking it in two to distribute equally to both Braum and Queen Sectonia like the good Communist he was. Clearly both of them found it just as moist and delicious as Heavy did every time he pulled it out and ate it, sending terrifying fear into the hearts of his enemies with every much of the bread-ham-lettuce combination OF DEATH! To Braum the gigantic Russian bear nodded in agreement, though he had not heard of this longhouse of feasting or the Dwarven Scout's beverages, even for how long he had been around them and killed them. It did not matter, however. Heavy was just happy to be surrounded by these joyous folks who, like himself, found such pleasure in eating as much as killing! "Aha, Heavy will join next time feasting with big Shiel-man and tiny Dwarf-scout! Mind if Medic comes too? Heavy never leaves his Medic behind. Such a big appetite, especially after Medic had that surgery with Heavy…By the way, Medic, rib has not grown back yet. Is that normal?"
As if they had not gathered a big enough group of Comrades to fight…well, fight anyone, Heavy could see the people tiny fury Poppi pointed out in the distance. Heavy had to agree, they did make a stylish escape. Apparently they wanted praise, so Heavy gave them a friendly smile and a wave with his massive hand. Before Heavy could adress these new friends who he hoped to kill more people alongside of, the Russian brute had to answer a certain question of additional skills to the Queen of insects. That, and about his beloved Sandvich of course. "Heavy have endless supply of Sandvich in pocket, but not always live long enough to find out of supply is endless for real. It take time to…what is word, Medic? Respawn? Heavy happy to heal tiny, baby teammates if hurt! Be just like beloved Doktor!" Heavy answered quickly about his source of cullinary healing, quickly thrusting his arm into his vest and checking to see if the Sandvich had indeed respawned. With a shrug he concluded that it had not appeared, pulling out his hand and wiping off some crumbs that had followed his hand. "But Heavy have many talents, as Tzarinna Sectonia observe; Heavy can sing and dance like true Russian, striking fear into enemy cowards and inspire comrades! Heavy can play poker as well, and has played against fury white rabbit, tiny Mexican wrestler doll and normal man. Oh! Heavy knows literature! Be smart, have PhD in Russian literature, be useful in killing enemy." Heavy answered proudly about his abilities, clearly missing what the royal leader had intended him to answer. As an afterthought, Heavy quickly threw in his usual job-description. "Other than being credit to team, Heavy use Sasha to cover for own team and take many damage, while good Medic heal me and charge me. Happy times!"
Slowly the team known as Yellow Team was approaching what some of Heavy's new comrades called a cliff, for reasons Heavy was not certain he had managed to quite catch. He feared not though, knowing his trusted Medic would fill him in when the time came to cause some hurt, so he simply went along the flow. Heavy's ears perked up once their attention was brought to what was not a cliff, but a barrier. A great wall, greater than anything Heavy had seen on any battlefield. It was quite the sight, ruins littered across a desert landscape as far as the eye could see…well perhaps not. After all Heavy and Medic had spent an unknown amount of time fighting over a desert ruin. Anyway, Heavy looked with curiosity at the palace-thingy in the distance, listening with interest to Poppi briefing them on the obsticales in their way. Heavy, resting his head and thinking as hard as his bald head could, hummed for himself. "Hmm…strange animals outside…big wall-cliff…Where is Engineer with teleporter when team need one? Can Heavy throw tiny comrades from bridge to other side, like Dwarf Scout who shoot rope back?" Heavy suggested, perhaps surprisingly to the rest of the team who might have seen him as a simple fighting machine, not a thinker of plans. Whether or not it was a good plan was up to them to decide, Heavy could not think of anything better. Well except for fighting, and that was not going to help here…probably.
