Blood…
She loves it…
The occupants of Coldfront were idle today. In between battles. Both colors were separated by a thin gate, and neither side could get to the other. That didn't seem to deter Engineer. Her teeth gleamed a pearly white, and her goggles covered up the insanity that plagued her eyes.
'Which color do I start with today?' She wondered. Color didn't matter to her. Black, White, Red, Blue, or anything inbetween. They were all pieces of flesh and bone to her. She clenches and unclenches the gunslinger that replaced her usual hand. The cold made her skin burn...She loved it. She'd warm in the thick consistency of their blood. No matter if they were on RED or BLU, they both bleed the beautiful crimson. She makes her way down the cliffside, and comes to the fence surrounding the area. She climbs it with the help of her Robotic implant. She starts with BLU. It's closer. No one seems to have their weapons nearby. Since they're at a ceasefire, they seem to think that since the gates are closed, they're safe.
Their mistake.
Engie grabs her first victim; a soldier. She makes it a point to shove her tool of a hand into his eye-socket and pull out the ocular organ. The sound of ripping tissue further inside the orifice makes her grin wildly. His screams of agony are cut short by Engie's quick blow to the neck. The Soldier gurgles as his crushed windpipe struggles to get oxygen to his lungs, and he passes into unconsciousness. Another blow to the head insures his knock on death's door. During her playtime, she attracted the attention of a Demo. The Cyclops is drunk (As is usual.), but recognizes a threat when he sees one. Before he screams, however, Engie moves forward and tosses a self-constructing machine at the merc's feet. 1.325 seconds pass, and the Demolition Expert is ensnared in her doom machine. A vice clamps around his mouth, and hinges in between his jaw. Four SmartArms pop out and snap to the end of each appendage. His limbs are spread to their limit, then just beyond. A series of pops and muffled cries are heard from the Demo as his joints are dislocated. Just as it was designed, the torture device leaves his blood vessels functioning. A metal rod is smashed into each leg, then elbow, then shoulder. Each of their bones are broken like glass. Finally, a saw is extracted and started. Engie moves in front of her victim, marveling at her design and lavishing in the screams of the mercenary. Even if they are muffled. The merc is lifted above her, and the saw does it's duty.
She showers in the blood of her subject. The saw having cut him in half. The arms hold him over up, and his blood and entrails stain the bleach-white snow.
"So...Warm…" She giggles, content to find some other poor individual to end.