#fjdskla

HEAVY: MEEDDICCC

HEAVY: MEDIC!

HEAVY: MEDIC

HEAVY: MEDIC HELP ME!

Medic: NEIN

HEAVY: Kiss me doctor

Medic: Jawohl~

HEAVY: <3~

Medic: :D

HEAVY: :D

HEAVY: *Stabs you in the back*

Medic: D:

Medic: ACHTUNG

Medic: SPY

Spy: You've gotten blood on my suit

Spy: *Disguises as you*

Medic: D:

Medic changed their nickname to dead Medic.

dead Medic: /waits in Respawn

Spy: *Saps sentry, kills all pushing cart, and *** scouts mother*

dead Medic: /respawns

dead Medic changed their nickname to Medic.

Medic: ASSISTANCE, BITTE

Medic: /preps Blutsager

Engi: DOC

Engi: HELP MEH!

Medic: ZE ENGINEER IS A SPY

Engi: /me cries over the broken dead sentry

Engi: N... not like this...

Engi: DOCTORRR!

Medic: /narrows eyes

Medic: You vill not fool me zhis time, Herr Spy!

Medic: /aims

Medic: /watches

Medic: /and scoots to a wall

Medic: /peers at suspicious Engi

Spy: /me unclokes behind him and wispers "DEAD RINGER BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Spy: /me back stabs

Medic: ((narp, scooted to a wall earlier >:D ))

Medic: /is stabbed in the arm instead

Spy: ***.

Spy: /me starts to shoot at him with the ambassador

Medic: /limps away, firing Blutsager

Medic: I require assistance!

Spy: /me shoots the Blutsager out of his hand. The spy drops his wepons

Spy: I think not.

Medic: /growls in pain

Medic: Vhat do you want, Herr Spy...?

Medic: ((welcome to our tf2 blurb, Emilie xD))

Spy: Me against you. No wepons.

Medic: /straightens, still in pain from being shot

Medic: In vhich you vould have the upper hand, Herr.

Medic: /takes a deep breath

Medic: No mattah

Spy: /smiles a sly, smile. The smile that knows he's going to win. The smile that knows that he's going to make this medic wish he was dead. He gestures to let the Medic take the first swing

Medic: /in defiance of his grin, the Medic straightens his jacket with a pained frown

Spy: /takes his fist back and swings it at the medic's chest.

Medic: /sidesteps the blow, throwing a counter blow his way

Spy: The spy side steps in pain, throwing another fist to the medic's stomache

Medic: It hits, drawing a grunt from the Medic. He backpedals, doubled over, as he tries to regain his composure

Medic: He brings his arms up in defense, ready to lash out in defense.

Spy: The spy towers over him, he smiles for a short moment before the medic rises once more. He gets into his defencive stance again, throwing punches at his stomache once more.

Medic: He blocks most of the shots, throwing punches of his own when he finds an opening, but takes a fair beating of his own.

Medic: He steps forward, throwing several swings, in an attempt to push the masked opponent backwards.

Spy: The spy gets a hit in the face. He backs away, his nose bleeding now. He wipes it away and goes in again. He kicks his legs under the medic, trying to get him to the ground.

Medic: The Spy's foot hooked on the Medic's ankle and he faltered before barely regaining his balance. He lashed an arm out in a defensive maneouvre in an attempt to create some distance between them.

Spy: He brings his foot in again, repeating but adding a swift punch to the stomache.

Spy: He brings his foot in again, repeating but adding a swift punch to the stomache.

Medic: The swipe connected this time, knocking the Medic into the Spy's fist. He let out a pained grunt, stumbling sideways and rounding on the Spy again.

Medic: "You ah lucky I vas already injured, Herr," he huffed. "Ozhervise zhis vould be going much differently."

Spy: The spy backs off in pain again. Wanting badly to get this medic to the ground. The Spy charges him, flailing his fists at him as he runs through him. He tries to plow the Medic over.

Medic: The effort makes the Medic backpedal further, a few of the punches connecting before the Medic toppled backwards.

Spy: The spy charges him more, not relenting untill he falls over.

Medic: The Medic does indeed fall, but not without a fight - he begins to throw much harder punches at the man over top of him, determined to keep the pressure on despite his vulnurable position.

Spy: The spy grabs both of the medics fists, but not before he takes quite a few hits. He steps on both of the Medics legs and smiles. He falls onto the medic, pinning him to the ground.

Medic: The Medic struggled against the Spy, growling defiantly.