Flame #16

[notintehkitchen]

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The undead are all over town. If all the books I have read are accurate, please aim directly for the head either with a blunt object or a gun. All children who reside here, please stay where you are and I will come to get you. I can provide a haven.

Sniper, I will be needing your assistance. Do not worry, you will be rewarded well.

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MEDIC!!!!!!!!!! That or.... DEAL WITH IT. I have no idea. oh hum.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[That was impressive to say the least, not that it was going to be uttered outloud. Watching as the kukri came dangerously close to her gloved hand, Pyro immediately leapt backwards. Losing her footing, she began to fall to the ground and roll like a big rubbery red ball that kicked up dirt all around her.]

It'll be just like old times. Sniper will run around on fire yelling and Pyro will call MMMRRPHHDDCC

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He's had a lot of practice when it came to Spies who were a lot more graceful than Pyro. But had much shorter reach.

He smirked a bit and kicked at her knees to hasten her fall.*

MEDIC WILL BE SO HAPPY.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[There was no denying that kick to the knees hurt. Despite the ache, Pyro would not express it vocally.

As she got back up, she briefly glanced down at her rubber suit and pondered taking it off. As much as it protected her, it also slowed down her movement. Since no flames were involved with her opponent, she decided to do it.

Unzipping it and hopping out of the large uniform instantly, Pyro wore nothing but her bandages taping down her chest and a pair of jeans.]

I suppose I should make it fair for you. In that thing I'm like a turtle. How far do you think your knife can get into my skin. Eh, Sniper?

[Don't be scared by her giant muscles now as she flexed. There was nothing wrong with a woman having bigger muscles than most of her opposing team.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

I'm not aimin' t' stab you with it or you'd bleed out before Medic could get t' you.

*that's.. a lot of skin there. He grimaces and backs up a bit, tightening his grip on the knife.*

I'd 'preciate if you didn't wedge that axe into my head either.

NOW THAT IM FEELING BETTER?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I wasn't going to aim for your head. If I wanted something good, I'd hack your legs off.

[This a normal and sane conversation between two individuals.]

/cuddles on

[bye_to_yer_head]

I'm sure you'd try.

*And with that he advances again, slicing at her shoulder.*