#I HATE COMBAT THOUGH!!! GWARRRR SNARL!! >:(((((

[mickmundy]

what i hate writing: combat >:( what i love writing: scout and spy interactions :)

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Spy lurched up with a grunt and stabbed his knife into Pyro’s thigh, making the firestarter collapse from the pain of the shredded tendon. He shuffled back in the dust and patted around blindly for his disguise kit, inhaling sharply as he caught sight of BLU Soldier headed for their team’s Heavy and Medic. 

“Heavy!” The rogue called out, serving as just enough of a distraction for Scout to make a quick recovery and leap onto the BLU Soldier’s back. Their enemy began spinning around, trying to shake Scout off while he clung onto the larger mercenary, shouting at Spy all the while.

“I got it, I got it! I got-” 

“DUCK!” Spy ordered, watching Scout’s confused expression before he hastily abided, ducking his head against BLU Soldier’s back as the rogue swung the shovel like a baseball bat and swiftly decapitated the enemy mercenary. Panting hard, Spy tossed the shovel onto the ground and jogged to his disguise kit, picking it up and dusting his suit jacket off it in a moment of… something like peace.

“Holy crap, Spy!” Scout guffawed, “Since when can you swing like that?!” He watched Spy smirk as he took a long drag of a new cigarette, feeling himself calming down from the adrenaline that had taken over the previous thirty minutes. 

“What can I say? You’ve inspired me to improve my swing.” Spy gave his son a pleasant smile, watching as Scout laughed and put his hands on his hips, shaking his head as he scoffed with a smile on his face. “Now, let us be off. It’s not good for either one of us to be standing around.” The rogue reasoned, watching Scout nod and reload his shotgun before they both took off in opposite directions, Spy cloaking while Scout ran to meet with Heavy and Medic.