OOC: wat. Pick up a character, RED Heavy is mine

The bowl was silent, for a moment. It wasn't uncommon for the fighting to stop from times to times - if the Announcer said that there would be a break, there WOULD CERTAINLY BE a break.

These breaks didn't please RED Heavy though. Why should they have a break when there were cowards to kill? Of course, cleaning Natascha from dust was as important as fighting, but the breaks from action still irked him.

Sitting on top of an oil barrel, the Heavy watched as his team waited. Scout was busy listening to some odd music, Medic patching up Demoman's nose and so on.

"I will need to get more bullets for Natascha. When next gun order comes, Engineer!"

"You DON'T need bullets to fight! Back when you we're busy crying to your mama, REAL MEN used sticks and stones to fight and dig out eyes from PEOPLE LIKE YOU!", Soldier shouted, shuffling through the ammo shelf.

"Teeny man, I only NOT beat you for being in the same baby team! Bullets needed!"

"I WILL CRACK SOME-"

"Woo!"

The arguing was broken by the Scout. His head rocking up and down in rhythm of the music, he walked off to one of the tunnels. Both Heavy and Soldier returned to what they were doing, the Soldier audibly groaning something about the current state of warfare.

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