I'm coming for you.

we all know what a bodyshot nub the tfc sniper is

ooc; friendly reminder that i don’t care how i format your posts. if you use fancy font & symbols like me, great. if you don’t, that’s fine! personally, i don’t care. i also don’t care about reply length that much, as long as i can tell you’re putting effort into it. i just mainly care about that you took time out of your day to rp with me uwu. that is all. this has been a psa.

The medic fell to the ground with a thud and an ‘Oof.’ “Okay, fair enough, i guess.” He turns around and looks at him. “So, your sole purpose is to kill people? Backstabbing became boring?”

The Spy...

The medic was already running away, keeping a constant pace and not looking away.

Determined not to ler his kill get away, he initiated his most energy-draining ability. He cloaked, and a wraith fox appeared by his side. In just a few seconds he was by the Medic's side again with the Shahanshah out. It was a quick way to stop his foe from running away, but it drained a lot of energy.

"Interesting.. well I'm not a Christian Brutal myself, but rather a Wraith. I don't suppose there are others around that are wraiths too?" 

The medic fell to the ground with a thud and an ‘Oof.’ “Okay, fair enough, i guess.” He turns around and looks at him. “So, your sole purpose is to kill people? Backstabbing became boring?”

The Spy grinned as he twirled...

"Well, let me introduce myself." He cleared his throat, "My name is Patrick, and-" he pulls out another syringe from His belt and stabs the spy in the hand. "-You could say i'm your average medic." He stands up rather quickly.

An animalistic roar came out as his hand was stabbed right through, no hidden blade to protect himself on that hand. He himself got up, yanking the syringe out. It was a small but deep puncture wound, but it had already started to heal back. Oh, regenration was a lovely skill to have.

The medic fell to the ground with a thud and an ‘Oof.’ “Okay, fair enough, i guess.” He turns around and looks at him. “So, your sole purpose is to kill people? Backstabbing became boring?”

The Spy grinned as he twirled his knife, running...

Wait a second... "...Eh, i think that you were the only one i didn't knew. All the others are pretty familiar names, though i thought they were only myths, or mere rumors.... Never been up-close with nobody-" he raises his brows. "Until today. Bra-vo, myself."

"Well, now  you know of me." He pressed the tip of his hidden blade against the Medic's chest, threatening to push.

The medic fell to the ground with a thud and an ‘Oof.’ “Okay, fair enough, i guess.” He turns around and looks at him. “So, your sole purpose is to kill people? Backstabbing became boring?”

The Spy grinned as he twirled his knife, running his gloved fingers along the bladed end. “My sole purpose is to kill peoole like you. Anyone who isn’t a Freak and bleeds. I know you hate us and will do anything to keep us away.”

"Hate you?" The medic used his elbows to stabilize himself. "If i barely even know you! You can’t bleed? How is that so?" He sat down, and held his wound with one hand.

"You don't seem to get it." The Spy crouched in front of the bleeding Medic and grabbed his face in a hand, forcing hin to stare directly into his hate filled, silver eyes. "You don't just hate me. You heard of Christian Brutal Sniper? Vagineer? Painis Cupcake? You hate all of them. And I sure can bleed, but I can do so many things better than bleeding."

The medic fell to the ground with a thud and an 'Oof.' "Okay, fair enough, i guess." He turns around and looks at him. "So, your sole purpose is to kill people? Backstabbing became boring?"

The Spy grinned as he twirled his knife, running his gloved fingers along the bladed end. "My sole purpose is to kill peoole like you. Anyone who isn't a Freak and bleeds. I know you hate us and will do anything to keep us away."

"What. Finally what?" He asks, looking at him.

...

The medic feels the stab. "OW!" He goes, quickly reacting, both his hands go to the wound. "Not fair." He still says.

"Oh, but there is no such thing as fair," the Spy growls. He was tempted to twitst the knife while it was still in the Medic,  but instead waited a bit before pulling it out and kicking the doctor. It was so good to be a Freak.

"What. Finally what?" He asks, looking at him.

"Finally I get to...

"Huh? Where did-?" The medic throws several slashes to the air. He turns around constantly.

One of the slashes caught him, and he hissed. Fearing that he gave away his position, he quickly moved, uncloaking behind the Medic. He thrust the Shahanshah at the doctor with a wicked grin.

"What. Finally what?" He asks, looking at him.

"Finally I get to murder someone," The...

"WHOA- TOO BIG!" He quickly swaps weapons, the syringe now on the right hand and the saw in the left, in an attempt to block the Shahanshah.

The block was a pretty good one for such short notice, but it didn't slow down the Spy. Irritated that he hadn't drawn blood yet, he cloaked, hoping it'd throw the Medic off guard when he reappeared.

"What. Finally what?" He asks, looking at him.

"Finally I get to murder someone," The Freak hissed. Without waiting for a reaction, he sprung at the Medic, the other hand reaching back for the Shahanshah strapped across his back. Oh, it would be good to draw blood.

"Wha-" the medic steps back, pulling out his bonesaw. "They never trained me to face leaping spies!" He improvises and pulls out a Syringe on his other hand.

The Spy fell short as his opponent stepped back, but it nonetheless closed the distance between them significantly. With an animalistic growl, he drew the Shahanshah fully, going for a slash as he attempted to block the syringe.

"What. Finally what?" He asks, looking at him.

"Finally I get to murder someone," The Freak hissed. Without waiting for a reaction, he sprung at the Medic, the other hand reaching back for the Shahanshah strapped across his back. Oh, it would be good to draw blood.