The Demoman's face hit the ground hard, his wrists tied behind his back preventing him being able to catch himself. His team had lost and he expected the worst- beheadings, violent explosions, losing his other eye- but not this.

His suit had been violently cut into, fresh slashes marring his form, and he felt each one sting like a thousand little sticky bombs. His eye produced tears if only to clean it from the dust that had been unsettled when he landed in the dirt but it felt like a rebellion against his body nonetheless.

The Demoman chanced a glance over his shoulder but the sun blocked out his attacker. It didn't matter, he already knew who it was with that specially designed helmet and Half-Zatoichi shining back at him with a sinister gleam.

"Either cut my bloody head off or leave me to my sorry excuse of a dignity in peace!" The Demoman snarked.

A throaty chuckle before a weight leaned against him, a hand ripping away parts of his suit that were seemingly in the way for his opponent. He expected flesh and was ready to take the beating but when wood covered fabric pressed against him his head lifted up in surprise.

"Take your lumps like a man, private twinkletoes." hissed in his ear before he screamed