Medic was out of breath. He had been climbing this mountain in blistering summer heat, lugging around a mace and a strange gold symbol, with no idea where he was and how he'd gotten there. He sat down for 20-odd minutes, then finished climbing. The air was a little thin at the peak, making it impossible to fully catch one's breath. He saw a familiar frame hunched over, only it bore crimson armor and a large, repeating crossbow instead of a vest and a belt of bullets. The figure turned around. It lifted the visor to its helmet, which had a plume rising from the back.
"Medic!" Roared a deep, rumbly voice. Heavy ran at him, arms outstretched. Medic leapt to the side at the last minute, and Heavy nearly ran straight off a cliff. Medic tried talking rationally to Heavy, which proved impossible. Eventually he gave up and suggested they climb down. Heavy ran at amazing speed considering his heavy, probably sweltering newfound armor. Medic looked down at his chainmail, hot with the sun's rays, and sighed, starting to follow Heavy.
They were at the foot of the mountain at nighttime. They tried setting a campfire, to no avail. They were about to sleep when they caught sight of a fire a little further off in the crag. They cautiously approached, where they saw a red, fiery-robed man hunched over a roaring fire. It had gotten quite cold that night, and Medic was shivering.
"Hello? Who's there?" Medic called. No response. Heavy walked right up and took off his helmet, warming his hands on the fire. The man looked at Heavy, his hood draped low over his face, casting a dark shroud over his head, even in front of an impressive fire.
"Hudduh," he mumbled, and turned back to the fire. Medic came closer.
"Excuse me? Sir?"
"Hudduh huh huh," he replied.
"I can't understand you. Could you-" Medic was cut off by the man standing suddenly, whirling in a full circle, looking for something. He froze, and raised a gloved hand. He pointed a finger, and to Medic's shock and horror, as well as Heavy's surprise, fire blasted from his fingertip and arched over a boulder. A hideous roar filled the night air, echoing in the crag. Heavy rose, readying his crossbow, an angry look on his face.
"Who is there? Show self, coward!" Heavy roared. A grunt replied. Then:
"Who you callin' coward, bastard? I'll rip yer 'ead off!" A man in tattered rags and a wooden mask, with a horrid burn on his chest from the fire rose from behind the boulder, standing at least 7 foot. Medic readied his mace, hoping he wouldn't have to use it, but at the same time glad he'd lugged it around. The man in the rags took up a large metal mallet and charged at Heavy, roaring. Heavy fired off several crossbow bolts into the man's chest, barely slowing him. Heavy didn't dodge in time, and the mallet smashed into his side. Heavy grunted, grabbing for the mallet with one hand and holding his crossbow with the other. Six more men approached, including one humongous, robust, 9-foot monstrosity of a man. His mask had feathers and bore paint. He had chest hair in the shape of Australia. He lifted the mask, revealing war paint, narrow eyes, and a pointy mustache. The other men carried an array of clubs, swords, and mallets, but he simply wore spiked gauntlets. "We are the Axton Bale barbarians! Surrender yourselves to us or die at the hands of the drake!"
"HUDDA-HA!" The man cried, releasing a spray of fire from both palms, repelling two barbarians.
"Pyro?" Medic wondered aloud.
"Very well." Said the colossal man. "Then I shall rip you each limb from limb myself. " The fight raged, but Pyro mainly ducked and weaved, releasing no more fire from seemingly nowhere. Heavy and Medic were losing ground and taking hits, fast.
"Pyro! The fire, the fire!" Cried Medic. Alas, Pyro continued to duck and dodge, moving further from the fray. Heavy was heavily battered, but showed no signs of backing down. Medic, on the other hand, had several harsh wounds and was getting weaker by the second. The fight only lasted at most forty seconds. Pyro stumbled, and the three teammates were soon surrounded fully.
"Learn this to you not to mess with Axton Bale…" Said the gargantuan man, before punching the three of them unconscious.
Medic was the first one to awake, his head splitting from a headache. He figured he had a few broken ribs and deep cuts, but nothing more. He looked around. Pyro was nowhere to be seen, and he and Heavy had been stripped of armor and weapons. Heavy looked very injured, and for a while Medic was unsure he would awake. The gold symbol around his neck eventually began to glow a faint red. Medic lifted it up and instinctively held it out to Heavy. He found himself chanting strange words in a language he'd never heard, but the words came out thoughtlessly. The red light enveloped Heavy's crumpled body. Medic gasped as he saw Heavy's wounds heal and close up. Soon, Heavy blinked groggily back into consciousness. He looked around, then asked Medic:
"What happens now?"
"Now? Ahaha… Let's go practice medicine!"
With that Medic helped Heavy to his feet and they strode through the dank dungeon, Heavy cracking his knuckles.