[Aw, Medic. You don't have to be tsundere about it. You can Seat-Belt Arm him as much as you want. It's okay.
Engineer would pay it more attention (and possibly tease him about it later) if it wasn't for the giant killer robot standing straight and making its first steps toward them. He steps back with Medic, and his hand reaches for the wrench on the table. Like it's going to do any good, but it's the idea that counts
It's hard to tell how much motor function it still retained, much less how the hell it retained it in the first place when he was sure he shut down its self-ambulatory functions. Its steps get a little faster, and the Heavy lunges about as much of its body as it can control towards them.
The merc thinks fast and throws his arms out. The Heavy "catches" himself similarly and brings its arms against the wall, right in front of them. It looks down at the both of them. Another good amount of dust and debris falls around them.]
Dammit, you just had to go and make me do this. [That "dammit" was more for himself, because he's looking at his own balled-up fist now.] Well, fella. This better hurt you more than it hurts me.
[Medic's right. Why was he always right? God dammit dang dang nabbit fuck it he punches himself in the face.
It only works if he puts as much force into it as a real punch, which is why he clocks himself hard in the jaw. As always, the Heavy does the same, and the forward momentum knocks itself sideways. Engie groans and grips the wrench.]
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Engineer would pay it more attention (and possibly tease him about it later) if it wasn't for the giant killer robot standing straight and making its first steps toward them. He steps back with Medic, and his hand reaches for the wrench on the table. Like it's going to do any good, but it's the idea that counts
It's hard to tell how much motor function it still retained, much less how the hell it retained it in the first place when he was sure he shut down its self-ambulatory functions. Its steps get a little faster, and the Heavy lunges about as much of its body as it can control towards them.
The merc thinks fast and throws his arms out. The Heavy "catches" himself similarly and brings its arms against the wall, right in front of them. It looks down at the both of them. Another good amount of dust and debris falls around them.]
Dammit, you just had to go and make me do this. [That "dammit" was more for himself, because he's looking at his own balled-up fist now.] Well, fella. This better hurt you more than it hurts me.
[Medic's right. Why was he always right? God dammit dang dang nabbit fuck it he punches himself in the face.
It only works if he puts as much force into it as a real punch, which is why he clocks himself hard in the jaw. As always, the Heavy does the same, and the forward momentum knocks itself sideways. Engie groans and grips the wrench.]
Doc, I'm gonna need you to play bait.