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Mikhail was glad that the Medic didn’t seem too shocked or put off by the accident. He needed the health boost.

He was quiet for a moment, before a small smile tugged at the corners of his face, deep laughter rumbling up in his chest. “Hah! No, I suppose this is not what you meant.” He laughed. “Still, Apologies, Doctor. It was not meant to hit you.”

Aldrich took another large bite of sandvich, personally quite surprised by how good it was. He knew it was simply bread, meat, cheese, and some lettuce stacked together with yet more bread. But for a hungry ARC Medic that had not had lunch yet and was bordering on ‘definitely hangry’, it was the best thing he had eaten all day.

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Had it been his right arm, it would have come off before the Sniper could have been saved from the rocket. Nathan stumbled towards the side right as the rocket flown past him.

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Aldrich grumbled internally to himself as he trudged back to base. Today’s battle had resulted in a victory for RED, however it had been a hard-won success regardless of the fact that they had won. 

Aldrich was splattered with mud and blood and sporting a heavy injury to his shoulder, which had been forced to quickly patch up with one of his Medkits. He was cold, sore, exhausted, and wanted nothing more than food and a hot shower.

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The battle was over. Chuck knew this--and he knew, if he really wanted to avoid respawn, he should’ve left as soon as the announcer informed them of their loss.

But the other Scout was an asshole, and he’d made a comment about Chuck’s abilities in his job, and really, humiliation round be damned, how could he not punch the guy in the face? 

The fight ended with Chuck’s eye blackened and his lip bleeding way more than anyone’s face should be, but since he’d managed to get the other Scout’s bat away from him, he’d survived it. Luckily the idiot seemed to have forgotten about his gun. He wiped blood from his chin with a huff, starting his trek back to his base--he could easily duck under the Doc’s eye and hide out in his room while he waited for it to scab over. He had band-aids in there. The blood he wiped away was almost immediately replaced with new, though, so he pressed the one-white wrap around his hand to his mouth instead to soak it up. It was brown with dirt and stung when it touched the wound, but it would do--

There definitely wasn’t a wall over here yesterday was his first thought when he crashed into something. The consideration that perhaps he should start looking where he’s going didn’t cross his mind at all. Looking up, though, it wasn’t a wall, just a Heavy. 

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August squinted at the Heavy suspiciously. He wasn’t sure if it was a jab at his height or a legitimate suggestion. On one hand, he didn’t really know the guy. But on the other, there was something happening off in the distance. From his peeping through the fence, it looked like something worth snooping on--a member from each team, off in the desert doing something together. Maybe a juicy tidbit. Maybe two idiots blowing themselves up in the desert.

But the Heavy could easily just look over the fence. And on his shoulders, August could easily pull out his binoculars and actually look. (The fact that he had a small pair of binoculars on his person was completely coincidence, and definitely not a recent purchase made to facilitate such snooping. Of course.)

He was clearly weighing his options, here. But really, the worst thing that could happen is the Heavy kill him, or laugh at him, in which case August also had knives to stab him with.

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Bea relaxed a little bit. This was the first RED that she had actually met, but she had seen some of the others, and they had seemed to enjoy antagonizing BLUs, even between matches. Intimidating as he was, at least this RED seemed to be reasonable.