Prompt – (4) Rivalry – 2/100
Characters – RED and BLU
Word count – 367
Disclaimer - Not mine. Gaben, I wish you all the sandviches.
Author's Note - Prompts from - community/projects/913493. I apologize in advance, but the ETF2L Highlander tournament has done this to me, along with the Polycount update. Also, some of this is total fluff, and I'm a sap for Pyro and Engie.

Rivalry

A week and a half after arriving at Dustbowl, the RED team arrived. No one paid much mind to the presence on the opposite side of the field until the annoucenement came through.

Nine men in red and nine men in blue met exactly halfway between the two bases the next day. Lined up by class, each man peered at their counterpart. Hands were shaken, introductions exchanged. Contract details were discussed.

Per contract stipulations, battles were to be conducted every day unless prior arrangements existed. Every Saturady and Sunday were off-days. Whichever company's team won had market supremacy for the next business day. The men all agreed that it was one hell of a way to do business, but at least it paid well. With the respawn system the two companies had somehow managed to silmantaneous develop, there was no real concern, at least according to the Announcer. Sure, they had all been warned that respawning would hurt, and that it wouldn't work during a ceasefire, or outside a certain range – but that was ok. During the week, they'd try to pummel the tar out of one another, but any other time it was within contractual bounds to be friendly with their counterparts.

The two Scouts had gone off elsewhere while everyone else discussed the oddities of their contracts. Curious after a while as to what the two young men were up to, BLU Pyro and RED Sniper began hunting around for the pair.

Sniper doubled over laughing when they were located.

They stood on opposite ends of the alleyway leading into what was being called Dustbowl 3.2 (who knew why), glaring down at their counterpart. Each armed with a bat and a bal, they were hitting back and forth, trying to hit the other with their projectile.

Distracted by Sniper's chortling, BLU Scout went down in a heap as the ball bounced up off his skull. Pyro caught it in their air, laughing himself as the RED Scout threw his arms out, puffed his skinny chest up, and began taunting his achievement.

Sniper crouched by the crumpled Scout, trying to keep a straight face, and failed as "It's so on," came from the downed young man.

Name that achievement.