"Help me defense!" Spy yelled, leveling his pistol at where he assumed the Red Heavy's heart laid. For all he knew, the Red Medic could have changed it's position incase someone went to dig into the bear of a man's chest.

He caught the thought and stowed it for after he had contended with the Russian, firing off three rounds as the man began to rev his minigun. 'Damn!' The bullets had only staggered him, and as the spy retreated a fine powder of dust was lifted into the air behind him, the bullets purchasing the wooden barn like material.

Spy's were never good defense, for this the Blu one knew. They where a notch above a Scout in need of accuaracy and stealth, but the worst weapon he could wield at any distance was his pistol. Now a Heavy who was out for blood in its weakened state was chasing after him, singing out bullets as he shot off a song that sounded close to Fall of the Valkyries.

He turned to run up the stairs to the respawn, knowing no one was there to help him, he could at least try and find a different weapon he could use against the fat man. But as he went toward the large respawn gate, he passed it.

The Pyro seemed to run straight at the Red Heavy as if it were nothing more than a fire to put out, but in all cases, the Spy knew better than that.

The Heavy screamed, releasing his hold of his minigun as his muscles began to spasm from the constricting flames that shot out from the Pyro's flamethrower. The smell lifted into the air and the spy pinched at his nose, looking on in awed terror as the merc finished off the large man with an axe to the face.

It wasn't that the Pyro scared him, no one could scare the spy completely. It was the fact that he seemed to have the ability to destroy the enemy so quickly in the most gruesome of ways. The spy knew that he wasn't one to make assumptions considering of the many their teammates made of himself, but the Pyro was something entirely different. Almost inhuman.

The Pyro pulled its fireman's axe out of the unmoving Heavy body, having to put its large inflammable boot on his head in order to gain a hold from how far in it was in his skull. The body was almost unrecognizable now, every feature chared and almost pliable after the jet of flame had left. The only way to tell who it was, was it was rather large and stunk of bologna.

Giving a thumbs up, Pyro turned and went to return to the respawn, spy returning the gesture before lighting up another cigarette and following behind the walking tinder box. He had enough of battle to last him for rest of the day.