Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 18, 2012 19:23:43 GMT -6
It was another dreary mid-afternoon at Sawmill’s battlefield, Zacharie stood on the barn’s rooftop and looked towards the BLU base. He hadn’t decided if his goal that day was to attempted a regular old grand theft intelligence or finally get around to dropping into their commons for another visit. His indecisiveness left him standing basically in the open, no cloak or disguise, cigarette idly hanging from his lips. He was done moping around his room for the day, he was feeling anxious and ready for some sort of action. Anything.
And yet again the battlefield was barren. Where was everybody these days?
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Post by Eric on Oct 18, 2012 19:47:36 GMT -6
Although it was hardly "everybody", one certain scout was stepping onto the battlefield brandishing a bat in one hand, a worn out baseball in the other. Although battles were infrequent, it was no excuse for Eric not to hold the occasional target practice. Besides, it was also a good way to channel her near constant frustration with... something or other. There was always something or someone to be mad at, and if she did run out of other things to be mad at, there was always herself.
She lingered on the road that stretched between their intel room and respawn building, debating silently where to hold her target practice. Her eyes scanned the familiar layout, hardly even paying that much attention.
Until, that is, she spotted a certain well dressed asshole standing a few dozen yards away.
She clenched the ball in right hand tighter, almost wanting to pitch it at him now. But, no, she would wait, just a bit. First things first: what the hell does he think he's doing standing in plain sight? "Hey, you, asshole," Eric called to him, making a cautious but steady approach, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing here?"
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 18, 2012 20:26:40 GMT -6
His moment of quiet contemplation was quickly ruined by the sight of BLU’s scout approaching him. Zacharie raised an eyebrow, looking very unamused at her comments. “It’s a free battlefield.” The spy yelled back to her. “I can be here if I want.” He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “And if you want to cut to the insult hurling so quickly, you shouldn’t start so weak. Bitch.” His frown was quickly replaced with a grin as he punctuated his sentence with one of his more commonly used words as of late.
He walked to the edge of the barn and swiftly dropped down to the ground, landing gracefully on his feet. The spy had decided it would be best not to make himself into such an obvious target for much longer, perhaps she wasn’t alone.
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Post by Eric on Oct 18, 2012 20:41:37 GMT -6
"Oh noo, you called me the naughty word for a woman, I'm sooooo offended," She replied in a mocking tone. " 'Sides, what's this shit about 'I can be here if I want'. I go within twenty yards of your base and half the RED team is jumping on my ass for being on their side." Eric stopped a few feet away from the spy, just out of bat range, and hopefully out of knife range.
She scowled in response to his shit eating grin and continued, "Lets also not forget that I haven't done shit to you guys or your base, and the one time you come here, it's to fuck us up. So, no, jackass, you can't just waltz over here at your leisure." As she spoke she jabbed her bat accusingly at him, the heavy wooden tip reaching just a few inches away from his suit.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 19, 2012 17:43:48 GMT -6
“I heard about that. It’s a shame, I wouldn’t even have given you a chance to run that horrible little mouth of yours.” He scoffed, not even flinching as she poked the bat at him. In fact he held up a single gloved hand and pushed it aside as if it were nothing. Who did she think she was trying to threaten him with that toy? Really?
“Matter of fact.” Zacharie continued, reaching into his coat. “Maybe I should act on that threat now rather than continue. I feel my IQ slipping the longer I’m forced to be in your presence.” His grin widened a bit as he drew his closed butterfly knife from his pocket. With one swift movement he snapped it open, the blade’s rose engravings catching a glint of sunlight.
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Post by Eric on Oct 19, 2012 18:00:30 GMT -6
Just calling Eric names was one thing, she'd stopped caring about something as small as that ages ago, but this assholes insults were getting on her nerves. Now, to top it off, he was waving around his intricately carved butter knife in her face. Oh no, never seen one of those before. She lowered the bat back to her side and shrugged, feining agreement. "Well, I guess when you put it that wa-" Midsentence she pulled the bat back and swung, aiming right at the spies inflated head.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 19, 2012 21:50:32 GMT -6
He had a moment to respond, his twitch reflexes took over as he brought up his free hand to catch Eric’s swing. Although he managed to stop it successfully, the force of the bat still affected him visibly. There was a notiable twitch in his brow as sharp and stinging pain shot throughout his hand. He ignored it in favor of tightening his grip on the bat.
“Not so fast.” Zacharie said as he used his grip on the bat as leverage, bringing around his right hand to take a swift stab at the scout.
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Post by Eric on Oct 19, 2012 22:23:57 GMT -6
Aw yeah time to land a nice blow to this fucke- oh. She barely had time to register the spy blocking her attack before a sharp pain suddenly emanated from her side. Eric winced and attempted to pull her bat away, but the spy kept a firm grip on it. God motherfucking dammit all. Reluctantly, she abandon attempts to pull her bat away, instead opting to put all of her strength into a kick aimed at one of the mans knees.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 19, 2012 23:13:47 GMT -6
As he drew his blade back Zacharie took a quick sidestep and let go of the bat. And he was lucky that he took the step when he did, Eric’s foot just missed him by a few inches. She was certainly quick on her feet, but not to his surprise. After all, what kind of scout would she be if she paused for even a single millisecond between her strikes?
Not even bothering to give a verbal retort, Zacharie caught his balance on his other foot and dove in for a quick slice at her.
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Post by Eric on Oct 20, 2012 9:32:05 GMT -6
Her kick ended up hitting nothing but air. She stumbled back, nearly missing the spies attack, but despite that the blade still caught her arm. Eric cursed and continued backing up. Stupid spy and his stupid close range combat. How was she supposed to throw things or swing bats only inches away from him? Well, she'll just have to fix that. Picking up her pace to a sprint, she backed a few yards away, before pulling back her hand that still held a baseball. Doing her best to aim quickly, she threw the ball, still aiming for his head.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 20, 2012 13:10:55 GMT -6
He was slightly disappointed that she wasted no time in making distance between them. No matter. If she was going to run off and attempt to get a shot on him with her gun, then he’d have to retaliate likewise. But for now Zacharie simply turned to face her, lunging forward to go in for another swift attack. He had a brief thought about perhaps cloaking and getting some sort of tactical advantage over her.
But that thought was quickly dismissed as he caught the glimpse of something bright and white whizzing at his head at high speeds. The force of a baseball hitting him smack over his right eye sent him stumbling back several steps. Barely keeping his balance, Zacharie hunched over and held his head, sore and stinging pain sending him into a temporary daze.
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Post by Eric on Oct 20, 2012 13:40:35 GMT -6
Eric took a moment to raise both fists in triumph, ignoring the stinging from the gash in her left arm. Score one for the boys back home. Serves him right for giving her the now bleeding wounds on her arm and stomach. She could have left right then and be perfectly satisfied. But of course, where's the fun in that? Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, she ran back over and raised her bat, aiming for the arm that still held his butterfly knife.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 21, 2012 1:12:44 GMT -6
As he tried to regain his senses he felt another strong pain shoot through his right arm. The force from the blow ran through his hand and made him drop his knife. Reeling back and still holding his head, Zacharie let out a seething yowl of pain. But it didn’t take him long to snap out of it, standing his ground and staring down at the scout, his grin had been replaced by a furious scowl.
She managed to land quite a numbing blow on his arm, but he had more than enough strength to pull his revolver from his holster and take a quick aim for her. He pulled the trigger.
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Post by Eric on Oct 21, 2012 9:47:51 GMT -6
Aw yeah another direct hi- oh shit. Somehow she'd forgotten that the spy usually had more than one weapon on him at any given time. Eric stumbled back in an unsuccessful attempt to avoid the shot. A sharp pain shot through her left shoulder and she fell to one knee, grasping at the wound, as if doing so would help in any way. "You fucking asshole." She managed to gasp between gritted teeth. Yes of course, how dare he not sit back and let you beat the shit out of him. What a fucking moronic thing to say. It was not that she began to notice that her shirt was more purple than blue, stained from the now three bleeding wounds on her. Damn, this was not going as planned at all.
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Zacharie
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 21, 2012 9:59:06 GMT -6
After making the successful hit Zacharie knelt down quickly to pick up his knife from the ground next to him. He took a deep breath and composed himself, correcting his posture and holding his chin up a bit. The spy still looked relatively angry however, the pain from his right eye caused him to squint a bit. It was likely going to form quite the bruise in due time.
“Give me one reason.” There was a harsh tone to his usually smooth voice. He began walking slowly and methodically towards the downed scout. “Any reason why I should not dispatch you from this battlefield this instant.” Zacharie brought down his revolver in his right hand and aimed it right at her.
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