Fire

Everything was engulfed in flames, thick clouds of smoke billowed out of every opening of the surrounding buildings. Bots painted in purple were running around and shouting almost incoherently as they, too, were swathed in the light, burning kisses of the fire.

I gave a chuckle through my gas mask as I walked through the engulfed ruins of the training facility. I gave a wicked smirk when a rather brave Demobot charged at me and shot off a few bombs, I gave a quick air blast and sent them straight back, causing them to detonate upon impact with the Demo, making it explode into several burned and melted pieces.

I stood back and surveyed the destruction, and grinned despite myself, as the flames were finally dying down, having no fuel to burn with any longer outside of the chemical gasses in the air. The ground was littered with the husks of the fallen bots that were using as testing grounds for new recruits, and if they were of any use in their preferred or recommended classes.

Due to my more lanky body type and short stature, they had almost laughed when they recommended for me to be a Scout, and had laughed outright when I asked to take on the Pyro class, doubting I'd be able to even lift the large flamethrower. I smirked to myself as I brushed off a bit of soot that had made it's way onto my gray asbestos-lined hazmat suit. I was the one laughing now, I could almost see the shocked look on their faces as they watched from their little safe room.

All I should have to do now is sign a few papers and pick out whether I was going to head for the BLU or RED Teufort, and meet my new team.

I gently set down the training flamethrower as I stripped the gas tank off my back to place it down by the bench, so I could properly remove the mask and suit when a loud laughter rang down the hall, along with the low whir of a minigun as it spun down to a stop. I looked up as I undid the snaps in the back of the mask and my eyes landed on a large Armenian man, smaller then the Russian from the Teufort files if I recall correctly, apparently having as much fun with the Heavy class as I was with the Pyro class.

"Bari yereko k'ich' tikiny." The large man greeted as he plopped the heavy training minigun down next to the flamethrower, as I had finished pulling off my mask and ran my fingers through my sweat soaked hair.

"I'm going to assume that was a form of hello, sooo...Hello." I muttered after getting air into my lungs that didn't smell like what I had for lunch. As I tugged at the snaps holding up my own suit, since I had such a large suit covering me I didn't have to change and was able to simply slip it over my own clothing. The Armenian wasn't as lucky as he had to step behind a nearby curtain to change.

"Ayo, it was," he chuckled, his thick accent still sounded far too close to Russian for my untrained ears to tell the difference. I managed to yank all the snaps off the back of the suit so I could pull it off.

"So tell me, how long did it take for Admin's to find such a tiny suit for an even tinier girl." The man barked a laugh, I rolled my eyes and held back a groan.

"Far longer then I liked," and that was after they stopped laughing at me.

"HA! Not everyday a tiny woman comes in to be a fleymi hradzig."

"A what?"

"A flame shooter." I smirked at that, as he came out from behind his curtain in a pair of jeans and a black leather jacket. I was a lot smaller and scrawnier then the hulking Armenian, but that didn't mean I was scared of him.

"Well, some of us are just little balls of a raging inferno than." The Armenian laughed and slapped my shoulder, nearly knocking me to the floor.

"Are are an adorable little girl," I was really getting sick of the short comments from this guy, I decided that whatever team he was joining, I wanted no part of. I just hoped he wanted to be in BLU, the color is nice but I prefer the color red myself.

"Well, what team is the little girl wanting to join?" I raised my eyebrow at the Armenian, as I rubbed my shoulder from the earlier hit.

"I'm planning on heading for the RED team."

"Red like fire, yes? I am more partial to the BLU team myself. Well, Here is to a temporary truce." The friendly Armenian stuck his hand out, I looked at it for a moment before shaking it. He seemed happy as he picked up the minigun, and walked out the door, possibly heading to the admins to sign his papers or whatever.

"A temporary truce, huh?" I wickedly grinned, well I hope when we meet on the battlefield, I'll be the first one to split your skull wide open.

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Bari yereko k'ich' tikiny = Good evening little lady

Ayo = Yeah

Fleymi hradzig = Flame shooter