Way of DRAFT

A Snitching Sniper, Ch3

Avery held onto his "pike and nails" contraption, his eyes flicking to and from the door. He caught Novah's eye, doing the same, and just stared at the ground. Of course. Of course! Everyone was dead silent.

The door flung open. In stepped the Red Sniper, only expecting to see a few mercs. His jaw dropped as he looked at the snarling faces (all held up by a peg), and he speedily slammed the door.

"He- He's going to tell Purple that both teams are hiding out together! Come on, men!" Shouts the Black team's Spy, seemingly regaining his confidence. He stands up, and stares everyone down judgmentally. All other seven find themselves rising back up. Most of everyone had brought their makeshift weapons with them, and found themselves picking those up too. The Frenchman ran after the piss-master, and the other Grey members followed suite.

They stepped outside, and huddled into one spot. Avery did his best to keep to the middle. On the hill, standing above them, were four Purple Team members. A Pyro, a Soldier, an Engineer and the Sniper. Two from Red and Blu each. None of them had any guns, it was the same shit- Pipes and building wire, bent signs and shards of plastic. Avery gulped. The cogs were turning in both group's minds; If they duel now, one team will almost certainly win. Almost. Experience was on Purple's side, but numbers on Grey's. And if they just turned away, the enemy team would get a lot of information they didn't want shared. These harlequins better not make a move.

The Red Pyro slides down the rubble-pile hill, and shortly after his teammates did the same. They kept a few metres away. But up moved the Black Heavy. And he held out the flare gun, and pointed it at the sky.

"Move any closer, and I fire signal" He boldly threatened.

The menacing firebug looked back at his cronies, and took a single step forward. He opened his arms, as if to taunt Lucian.

A grin crept onto Lucian's face, and he shot the flare. "Bring it on, little men."

The onslaught was instant. All twelve sprinted at each other, and started swinging. Avery took a moment to finally get a grip on his pike-and-nail weapon, and joined in to help his teammates. He picked up a pipe and dashed at the friendly Pyro, tossing it their way so they didn't have to pathetically slap the blood lusting mercenaries. "MMPHHH!" they cried, shaking the pipe high above their head. Ave moved on, attempting to take a swing at the Sniper trying to slash Novah's face. He dodged under random fists and pieces of debris, and lifted his Pike behind his shoulders. The swing of the pike hit, and the idiot Sniper squirmed with a yelp. "Fuck off, wanker!" Avery mockingly yelled, barely being audible with all the other screaming. The Sniper harshly pulled the pike out of his side as quick as he could, and his knees buckled in on themselves. Novah spat on the problem-starter and gave Avery a thank you look.

The Blu Soldier charged towards Avery head-first. Mister lead-poisoning tackled him, and lifted his arm to punch. Avery tried to cover his face with his hands, but they were too busy swinging at and missing the Soldier's face. He squinted his eyes, looking away from the fist. His face was completely fine though. He looked up to see Arlo pulling at the "War Veteran's" arm, giving Avery enough time to squirm out. As he got up, he grabbed his pike and swung at the Soldier's head.

The burly man rubbed his head, readjusting his helmet. Arlo stood next to Avery and declared, making a challenging grabby motion, "If you don't mind, we'd like that helmet of yours." The surrounding chaos seemed to freeze, and all three focused on their fight alone. "Come on, then. We're waiting" Avery loudly taunted, leaning into the disorder. Jane Doe grinned, and picked up a large shard of glass.

"If you're so sure... Why don't you two have the first swing?" At this, the national hero pointed at Avery and Arlo, "I'm used to taking hits, you can't take me down!" Seems like someone's getting overconfident. Ave and considered for a moment. How are they supposed to even push him down, when he's ten steps ahead? He's clearly stupid but he's not that stupid.

"I'll go for his legs. When he's dealing with me, he should be open around his back. Maybe his neck." Rollo muttered to Ave, in a batting stance. Avery nodded, and rested his Pike on his shoulder. "I'm waiting, ladies."

Showtime. Arlo sped at the Soldier, and ducked at his legs. He was instantly grabbed by the collar, though, and couldn't leave without it pressing on his throat. Avery rushed behind the man, and got ready to throw the stick in his side. Arlo groaned as he got a face full of knuckles, kneeing and kicking his rival wildly. He pleadingly glared at Avery mid-swing, before Soldier could get a second throw in. "AAA!" Bawled Jane as the nails pierced his jacket and his side, and let go of Rollo.

Avery pulled Arlo up by the arm, as Jane recollected himself. " They must have seen the flare. They must have. We just needa' hold on" Avery breezed, one hand on his knees, one hand on the Pike. "Alri-." Arlo was halfway through responding. Ave was thrown to the ground before he could say "shit". Arlo copped an elbow to the nose and clutched his face. As he rubbed his nose, his upper lip started to swell, and he steadied himself with his Pike.

"Oh god" he chuckled. Novah was pouncing on the Soldier, clawing onto his shoulders and flying him around like a rodeo ride. A few people from Grey were cheering him on, since most of the few Purple mercenaries that were in the fight had presumably gotten too beaten not to cower. He broke into a full on laugh, his chest aching, as Novah brought Jane to the ground and started screeching over him.

Boom. Everyone, no matter the team, looked up towards the trash pile on the pearly sky. There stood the Engineer, who had kept out of the fight, flanked by the rest of Purple. Hunched over, looking like a pack of very hungry hyenas. The Engineer held his shotgun gun above his head. Why Purple had guns, I don't know. Not for now.

"Put the gun down!" Shouted Shiraz, from the hill juxtaposed Purple. And behind him, the other nine Grey members.