Note: Hey you guys! Sorry this took so long. I'm getting busy with other things, family and such and it's been kinda hard to come up with new ideas for this. Also, sometimes the time skips don't show up as the line that separates the writing, and italic words show up as normal letters instead of what they should be. I don't know what's happening there, But I'll try my best to fix it. The next chapter might take longer than this one took, and I'm sorry for that. Anyways, I'll get the next chapter out as soon as possible. Enjoy!

Woods was left in the dark for a few seconds more before waking up in a familiar room. He could hear explosions and screams outside, which meant the battle was still going on. He wanted to get up and run outside to join the fight, but he felt far too queasy at the moment. He sat down on a bench and tried to gather his thoughts, while also waiting for this awful nausea to clear up. He then took a look at his arm again, which was still attached. He also noticed that the smaller wound from the broken glass was gone as well.

Woods removed his mask to get some cooler air to his head. That suit was very hot on the inside, and Woods wasn't used to such heat. After a few minutes, his nausea had cleared up enough for him to put his mask back on, pick up his flamethrower and run back outside.

Along the way, he managed to burn the Blu Spy again. He could see why Randall had been speaking so negatively about him before training started. It took him a minute but he eventually got back into the action. For him, the worst parts of the kills are watching their skin singe black, or seeing the axe cut into their flesh and hearing bones shatter, or seeing the shotgun bullets entering their chest or head. And the screaming. Holy crap, the screaming. He always hated hearing shrill screams like that.

After a little while, he looked around the place to see if anyone was with him. There was no one, but he could hear footsteps from around the corner. Slowly, he pulled out his shotgun and approached the corner. It only took about ten seconds, but it felt like ten minutes as he approached the edge. He jumped out and aimed his gun at whoever it was, only to see the Blu Demoman standing there.

Woods wanted to pull the trigger, but then he discovered the Demoman held nothing in his hand but a bottle, and his footsteps were crooked and stumbly, and when he spoke his voice was slurred and hardly understandable. The Demoman looked at him and spoke, obviously trying to sound hostile but failing. All he could make out was:

"And if you think you're better than me, you've got another thing…"

He didn't continue after that, he just sat there refusing to move. Too drunk to stand on his own. Woods didn't know whether to kill him now, or just to leave. He looked around, just to make sure no-one was there. He then walked over and hoisted the Demoman to his feet and walked with him slowly.

The Demoman tried to say something else, but he was so drunk it came out as nonsense. Woods just focused on trying to find another member of the Blu Team, drop of their Demoman, and get out before he got killed. He was starting to get somewhere, before a bullet exploded into the Demoman's chest. The Demoman screamed loudly in agony. Woods yelped at the suddenness of the whole thing and dropped the man immediately. It took the man a few seconds to finally succumb to his injuries. Woods whined a little and looked behind him to see Daryl standing there.

"What in Sam Hill were you thinkin'!?" he snapped, sounding angry with him. Woods didn't know how to respond to that, so he just kept his mouth shut while Daryl continued to yell about how he can 'NEVER under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES' help the enemies.

After a long scolding Daryl paced around for a minute or so, calming himself down. Once that minute was up, he took a deep breath and turned to Woods.

"Look, I won't tell anyone about… well, this," He explained, waving his hand in the direction of the dead Demoman. He then approached his teams Pyro and said "Boy, this is your first battle day, so I'll let you off with a warning. But don't you DARE let me catch you doing that again."

"Alright…" Woods replied, sounding a little guilty. Daryl's expression softened a little at hearing his friend's tone of voice. His own tone turned a bit guilty as he explained.

"Hey, look, buddy. I ain't mad at you, but that there Demo could've snapped out of it at any time and then you'd have been a goner, and I don't want that. Now, I'm sorry I yelled at you, but you gotta understand, that was real dangerous. Just promise me you're not gonna do that again."

Woods only nodded in reply as Daryl lead him back to the others. They made sure to move fast, and avoid sniper bullets, spies, and sentries. It took them a few minutes to arrive, but they made it back to a small group, consisting of only Terence and Kurt. Terence was still seemed fine, but his hands looked a bit shaky. Kurt looked tired. Just tired. Oh, that's perfect Woods thought to himself sarcastically. One's gonna fall asleep, and the others might have another… well, whatever that was.

The group ran out into battle again, and to make a long story short, it was a complete massacre. People were being killed off in very gorey ways that looked awfully painful. Woods was thankful his first death was only by strangulation.

He looked back at Kurt now. His eyes had grey circles underneath them, which drooped slightly, his feet dragged against the ground a little when he ran with them, he moved slower than he normally did, and on occasion, when they stopped, his eyes would shut completely for about ten seconds before he would force himself awake again, he yawned constantly, and when one would ask him a question, it would take him a minute to reply. It wasn't until they stopped for a third time that Kurt had actually fallen asleep. He was leaning against a wall at the time, but he was very much asleep.

Woods treaded over to him and tapped him in the arm, figuring that would wake him up. It didn't. He now placed his hand on his friends shoulder and gently shook. Kurt jumped at the motion and woke up.

"Sorry, Kurt, didn't mean to scare you." Woods apologized. Kurt looked at him tiredly, but didn't say anything. Woods looked at him for another minute or so before he spotted a blue dot on his temple. Woods immediately knew what that was, but didn't react for a second. Once he did, though he was quick enough to get Kurt out of the way by pulling him forwards towards him.

The next things sort of happened in a blur, but if Woods had to guess, he'd say the Sniper tried to move along with Kurt, because the dot lowered from his head to his shoulder and the bullet was fired.

The bullet grazed Kurts shoulder, leaving a deep wound that stretched along the width of his arm. Woods almost had to cover his ears due to the volume of his friends scream. Kurt pulled his arm out of his friends grasp and held his shoulder tightly, in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

"Vhat vas zhat!?" he shouted, half-panicked and half-demanding to know what had hit know what had hit him.

"Sniper!" Daryl yelled out. Terence and Daryl began running. Woods hoisted Kurt up by his good arm and then lead him along. The Sniper continued to fire at them, one bullet hitting Daryl smack in between the eyes when he looked to see where the Sniper was so they could kill him.

Woods could see that Terence started slowing down, which either meant they were getting somewhere safe, or he was going to fall over here pretty soon. It wasn't too long after that when the bullets stopped firing. Terence stopped and held his hand up, signalling the two men behind him to stop as well.

"Wait…" Terence began, listening very intently for any more danger. There were no signs of anyone. "All clear."

Woods looked over at Kurt again. A few tears had escaped, and his arm was soaked with blood. Woods knew he had to find that Medigun. At first glance, it was nowhere to be seen, but then he remembered something. There was a sharp 'CLANK!' when Kurt had gotten hit with the bullet. He must've dropped it back there.

"Shhhhhhhhhhoot." Woods said to himself, changing what he was going to say. Terence looked back at his teammates, seeming a little confused.

"What?" he asked, a little bit of concern in his voice. His only reply was the footsteps of his Teams Pyro running back into the Snipers range.

(POV CHANGE! )

Ashten didn't know what he thought of his team just yet. Sure, most were friendly enough, but something was a little off about a few of them. The teams engineer, Aiden was a little creepy. He always kept his mechanical hand in plain sight, and he would always give the others this weird… glare. It made anyone it was directed at a little uneasy.

And then there was Adrik, the Heavy of the team. He was just so lethal and violent with people, including the ones on his own team. He would never hit any of them, but he would talk down to them ALL THE TIME. He claims to do it because he feels like he has to in order to get his point across, but sometimes Ashten wasn't so sure.

And then there was Tyler. He was normal, for the most part, but as soon as he got into battle, some type of key turned in his head, and he turned into a complete and total wacko. He could be talking to you about baseball or something one minute, and then bashing in the enemy teams snipers head in the next. It was INSANE how fast this would happen. He was so unpredictable.

The Spy of the team, Nate was a complete jerk. That was all they knew about him.

The Demoman, Kendrick was okay, for the most part. But if he ever EVER had a drunken outrage, people were going to get hurt… very badly.

But the other 3 on his team, The Medic, The Sniper, and The Pyro were a lot friendlier towards each other than the others were. He was with them for now. His eyes were locked on a group of the Reds. There was a Heavy, A Scout, A Sniper, and a Demoman in this group. They could easily ambush them from where they were now.

"Alright" he started "We're gonna go out there and ambush that other group. We need to do this as quickly as possible so we can capture the first and second point and then defend third point before the Reds get to it. Who's with me?"

The Sniper didn't respond. He had an almost perfect shot on the Enemy Pyro's head. He followed closely this time, he didn't need another miss. It took all of his mental focus to time this right. He pulled the trigger, the bullet was fired. Headshot.

"Good shot," the Pyro said from behind his mask.

"Thanks, mate." the Sniper replied

"Will! Matthew!"Ashten yelled scoldingly. The two men immediately turned their attention to the Soldier, Matthew letting out a small yelp of surprise from behind the mask.

"Focus." was all Ashten said after that.

" Sorry. I couldn't waste a good shot." Will replied, adjusting his akubra

"That's alright, but right now, we need to focus on getting those points."

Lukas adjusted his glasses and then spoke "Should ve go get zhe ozhers? Ve could all attack zhe Reds at once and capture zhe points vhile zhey're respawning. Ve'd have zhe victory in zhe bag!"

Ashten nodded with approval at the Medic and instructed Will and Matthew to come with them to gather the others. It took all kinds of forever to gather all of them up into one group, but once they were, they knew they had a good chance of winning this round.

"So, then… when do we attack the bloody pikers?" Will asked, a small hint of impatience in his voice. Ashten didn't turn to face his team directly, and Wills only response was the wind blowing through the trees.

The Reds seemed to had formed a group of their own, Ashten watched every little move they made, until it occurred to him that the Reds knew they were gone and started heading for the next point. Ashten turned his head so his Team could hear him clearer, his voice now sounding menacing.

"Now."