It was a wonderful day. Guns are firing and rockets are exploding, the air is full of screams of death and pain. And the people. . .the people are dying.
Just the way Medic likes it.
The battlefield was covered in snow, bullets shells, and blood. Lots of blood. Medic ran around the RED's side of the war zone, passing healing around as his boots crushed the snow behind him. He was in the heat of the battle as rockets exploded and bullets rang out all around him, but he ignored them as he came close towards his target: The Heavy, a lumbering Russian man. Heavy had just taken splash damage from two rockets and was badly injured, calling out for the Medic as he took cover behind a small rock. He saw Medic and called out again, his loud voice echoing across the field.
"Medic! Help Heavy!"
Medic pushed his already sore legs even harder as he trudged up the snowy hill towards his comrade. He made it up and to safety behind the rocky cover. He wasted no time quickly flipping a switch on his medi-gun, a red beam of light flowed out of the barrel as it started to heal all of the Heavy's wounds. Repairing ripped clothes and sewing cuts closed, the medi-gun's beam could do it all.
Suddenly Medic felt a charge jolt through the gun. Realizing what this meant, he smiled wide as he called out, "I am fully charged! Let's go!"
Heavy, who wounds were now fully healed, stood up tall and nodded. He stepped out from his hiding spot and out into the middle of the battle. Several BLU mercenaries were slowly gaining the upper hand on the main control point, but not for long. As Heavy got to higher ground, with Medic following close behind, he took a deep breath before yelling out.
"Now, Doktor!"
Medic's smile grew even bigger as he pressed a button under his grip, casting both men in an indestructible red glow. They were uber-charged and ready for killing. Heavy let out a laugh as he mowed down the opposing force with his large and powerful minigun. The BLUs who were lucky enough to escape the ubered massacre was now unlucky enough to be picked off by the other RED men who went down on them like wild dogs.
They all ran back from killing and got on the point, capping it as fast as they could. A faint ding was heard and the men's weapons glowed red and crackled. The announcer called out over the intercom as they all ran towards the now defenseless BLUs.
"RED Team is victorious!"
Medic smiled as he breathed the winter air in through his nose. They won yet again. Another flawless win for the men of the Reliable Excavation Demolition team.