Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Ambushhhhhhh wtf?

3rd person

The walk back to the hotel felt longer than the walk to the underground club as they, unbeknownst to themselves, were walking at a much slower speed. The pair had wanted to enjoy each others company for as long as they possibly could that night; it was brisk out and the two were running on performers' highs. Pyro broke the silence.

"Damn, I didn't know you were that good," she breathed. "What do you mean?" He asked."At the accordion. You sounded so...wow. You play like a master!"

"Ah, merci beaucoup, chèrie. I could easily say the same for you. Emotional playing with superior technical mastery of the instrument, for sure."

"Wait, what? Really? Nah, I'm just an amateur, playin' around for fun. I'm not that great." She shrugged."Non. Such a loud and ferocious instrument, played well enough to fit perfectly into such an elegant style of music as jazz? Reminds me of you."

She couldn't help but giggle. "Yeah, nice analogy there, Such a flatterer, you."

At that point, the two had stopped walking altogether and were looking at each other instead of ahead of them. As her eyes met his, her heart leapt into her throat and she felt her breath catch. Was this going to be it? The moment where her dreams literally came true? She felt herself gravitating towards him and getting closer; this was it. At long last...

CRASH! Unfortunately, they'd stopped in front of a dark alleyway on a relatively deserted street. A masculine figure jumped out at them, running into a few garbage cans.

The sudden attack took the Pyro by surprise, something she absolutely loathed. She was the one who was supposed to do all the surprising and ambushing. She was annoyed at herself for getting caught off-guard like this.

"Gimme your damn wallet, and nobody gets hurt," the perpetrator breathed.

As she quickly patted herself down, Pyro's heart sunk. Are you kidding me? Really? Of course the one time I get jumped, I'm not even fucking armed. Of all times not to be! If only I had my flamethrower, I could fry this punk up.

She quickly whirled around to face her partner who, unsurprisingly, had a smug grin on his face.

"Oh, really? And what if I don't comply with your brash and...ill-directed demands? I'm warning you, boy." He smiled.

"Then I, uh-kill the girl!" he said, pointing his trembling knife at the Pyro. Spy'd had a hunch that something like this would happen, but he didn't even have to use his gun-he swiftly uncovered his balisong and began expertly twirling it about in his hand.

"Go right ahead," he shrugged, absentmindedly doing tricks with his knife. Pyro looked at him incredulously before realizing his plan. Spy only wanted to toy with him, like he did many of his enemies.

The mugger dove straight for the Pyro with his knife, and as soon as he'd leapt, the older man knocked the flimsy weapon right out of his grip. He fell to the floor as his knife clattered into the street, and Spy vaporized into thin air.

"ALRIGHT, WHERE'S THAT MASKED FUCKER? I'M GONNA..." he screamed reminding me of the engineer.

"Right behind you." Catch phrase!

With that, the Spy uncloaked and knocked the attempted robber out with a well-aimed punch to the head, dusting his hands off as the he slumped to the floor.

"Oh dear, I've made quite a mess. What an inconvenience." He smirked

Pyro let out a breath that she was unaware she was holding the entire time. "Tell me about it," she said, stepping around the unconscious figure sprawled on the sidewalk.

"Spies must always be prepared and expect the unexpected."