pipsqueakpyro:

Pips could feel the Pyro’s breath get shorter and more rapid as they edged their way towards the sentry nest, taking advantage of the Medic’s vigilance to stare toward it and visualize the brief eight seconds they’d have in an attempt to take it down. Most concerning was the fact that it was a level 3 sentry—if Pips wasn’t careful, the concussive force could potentially separate the two. Maybe if Pips ran past it fast enough…

Bernie’s signal jolted the Pyro into a sudden, panicked sprint, and by the time the two had rounded the corner, that overwhelming, powerful energy had already placed itself in effect. Forcing air back into the Pyro’s lungs after the initial shock, Pips focused on the sentry—everything seemed slower, clearer, and much more red, and for a moment Pips could swear that the whir and beep of the sentry and the focused, steady breathing of the pair were the only sounds that could be heard on the battlefield. The mercenary rushed ahead, sliding past the machine’s focus with a steady stream of flame aimed at melting the wiring inside and collapsing the entire system. Quickly mounting the backburner over the Pyro’s shoulder and grabbing the homewrecker, Pips gave a hard, resounding swing at whatever was left standing of the sentry and switched back to the Pyro’s primary weapon to douse the entire area in flames—in the Pyro’s panicked, jittery excitement, Pips had scarcely checked if there were other buildings or even people present, but damn it all if the Pyro didn’t make one last effort to clear out the rest of the area once the mercenary started to feel the ubercharge draining. 

So far, this night battle thing was going damn well for her. With only 9 opponents to keep an eye on, she had managed to get nice and cosy with a nest of level threes. She had built them down in the lean-to shed and brought them up into firing range of the point, just to the side of the main doors, which caught a lot of REDs off guard. Yep, things were going damn well.

She hadn’t thought much of the medic, the one that avoided her rockets and ran off, until he came back, trailing behind a pyro. The two of them hovered out of range, clearly waiting. She grabbed her Frontier Justice and ducked behind her dispenser, having been in the business long enough to know what it meant when medigun fumes sparked like that. She heard the charge activate and the rapid footsteps as her enemies approached and laid waste to her hard work. There wasn’t anything she could do until the uber was over with. Hopefully, she’d last long enough to fight back, even a little. It got very hot as the little pyro swept with area with flame, but her dispenser took the brunt of it, fizzling out slowly. As her dispenser got weaker, she got a lot hotter, beginning to feel her sides and the back of her neck burn as the flames curved around the melting machine. It was at that point that is was time to do something.

Hoping to god that the uber charge was spent, or at least almost spent, she stood up, turned around, and began firing at the red blur of fire and metal, at the same time backing up and trying to make a bold faced retreat.

(Source: redphysician)

erikabrona:

blu-femgineer:

erikabrona replied to your post: Howdy, Piggy. It was me birthday yesterday, so I want some fun. Build some machines fer me ta blow up an’ lemme crack up at yer misery, c’mon! :3c

Tch, party-pooper. Oh well, nothin’ I cannot do on battle. B) Ya Engies sure are no fun, eh?

I ain’t in th’ mood Erika. An’ yer not gettin’ near me in battle, y’hear? Birthday or not, I’ll wipe th’ floor with ya, Snowball.

Nat in da mood? Aww, is it rainin’ on yer side of da pigsty? *Snorts*

Dat, we’ll see. Been itchin’ fer kickin’ sorry asses since I was able ta get outta bed an’ yer da first one comin’ ta mind.

I’ll wipe da floor of me room with ye, Hickbilly.

*clenches her fists and her jaw*

Alright, Erika. There are two things you just don’t do. One: ya don’t call me fat. Two: ya don’t call me a hick. You’ve crossed a damned line, hunny, and yer gonna regret it real soon if ya don’t get yer little white behind outta here.

erikabrona replied to your post: Howdy, Piggy. It was me birthday yesterday, so I want some fun. Build some machines fer me ta blow up an’ lemme crack up at yer misery, c’mon! :3c

Tch, party-pooper. Oh well, nothin’ I cannot do on battle. B) Ya Engies sure are no fun, eh?

I ain’t in th’ mood Erika. An’ yer not gettin’ near me in battle, y’hear? Birthday or not, I’ll wipe th’ floor with ya, Snowball.

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Long story short, can you guys do me a favor and vote for my school? We’re Sandy High School in the Northwest region. Pretty please?

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emmelythepyro:

blu-femginer:

*hugs back* It’s great t’ see ya, hunny! C’mere, I’ll make ya somethin’ t’ eat. Th’ kitchen’s upstairs.

*lets go and looks at the engineer* That would be awesome! Umh… *looks around, not even sure where’s she’s at* ‘Te stairs…

*laughs lightly and starts walking to the right* Over here, hun. Just follow me.

So how’ve you been? It’s been so long since I’ve seen ya, hun, I wouldn’t even know where t’ begin!

bra-burningspy:

dellconagher:

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