Jogging up the stairs, what Lance saw was much more then expected. What he thought he would see was a skirmish, just a quick one. What he saw now was a chaotic mess of pipe bombs, bullets, fire, gore, rockets, you name it. Infact, Lance saw a fellow sniper at the top of the staircase leading to the main battle. Most be one of the new guys, judging by the Gibus. Not only that, the razorback/machina combo said alot about him.

"Mate, have you even done anything yet?" Lance questioned.

"Just starting. Now stand back, and watch how a pro does it."

What happened next was a brilliant display of idoicy. He pulled up his rifle, barrel pointed at his face, and, unflinching, fired. Dumbfounded, Lance finally spoke up to the now headless amature.

"Blimey... THE BULLETS COME OUT OF THE SLIVER END!"

Time to get to work. Going off to the side-lines, Lance picked off a soldier spamming rockets at a friendly engie. Then he picked off one of those pathetic, Anger wearing snipers.

"Your not original. Your not good. Go and dwell in your shame, you bloody discrace..."

One skeward demo, pyro, and engie later, a quite arragont scout thought he could get a jump on Lance. He had a Bill's hat, so he's obviously gonna win, or so he thought. With a quick 180, the loudmouth suddenly found an arrow logded into his throat.

"That'll slow you down, you twitchy hooligan."

Job well done. The BLU's are being pushed back, and nothing could touch Lance. Unless he counted the heavy/medic pair coming after him. Blimey, they look bloody pissed. The heavy glared at him through his greasy black mullet, the medic shouting german insults through his medi-mask.

"RUN! RUN! LITTLE BABY, YOU CANNOT HURT ME!"

And despite the arrow Lance just sent into the heavy's for head, he still charged at him. Damn overheal... He ran down into the lower area undet the control point, pinned down as the brute searched for him.

The medic seemed to enjoy this as well. "Come out now... ha... we only want to heal you... heh ha HAA HAA HA! I can't help my self! We are going to kill you! You have 30 seconds to live..."

Would you look at this mess... maybe the sniper did know how to fight. There are corpses everywhere! He even got their demo before she got a chance... that's a shame. At least it wasn't the one that ruined her life. No use dwelling on that though. Gotta keep moving. Perhaps some BLU's were hiding in the lower area.

Seeing the heavy/medic duo, perhaps they were planning to launch a counter. But the way they seemed to be stalking something was... odd. What could draw their attention like that? Then it hit her.. that heavy had an arrow, amusingly, in his face. Most be after the sniper. Time to save the "proffesional with standards."

Piss, piss, PISS! Even if there was respawn, it's still not fun to die. This SMG won't help, and the running in with a pan is suicide. But then..

"FIRE, FIRE, FIRE! GGAAAA-" *thunk*

What in blazes... the heavy had an axtinguisher wedged between his eyes! The medic... locked into the corner, shrieking, you could say that he was "toast." Literally.

She loved it when they suffered. It makes her feel so warm inside. Just a bit more... there. Now you can't even tell he was a medic. Raising her botkiller flamethrower, she yelled insanely. Hopefully the sniper won't mind.

"Holy doley! That... well... thanks mate!"

Muffled by her mask, keeping her gender secret, she replied "Well, us you can't steal the entire show!"

"Indeed, ya lunatic. Kinda overkill though.."

"That is the best kind of killing! Silly sniper, learn to have some fun!"

"I'd prefer not to burn people.. I'm already called a crazed archer."

"Good work by the -"

"ALERT! THE CONTROL POINT HAS BEEN CONTESTED!"

Glancing at each other, they both decided to finish this conversation later. Right now, there is still work to be done...