[His jaw is already throbbing from the force of the hit, and Engineer hopes to hell he doesn't have to give himself a concussion. The merc was half-glad the others weren't here to watch, but - speak of the devil - he hears voices.
The others were on the opposite side of the door, trying to get in. Engineer could hear them shouting and arguing over the door code. The Heavy, now unstrained, straightens itself out and looks to the door. With a booming, electronic rumble from its robo-throat, it lifts a leg and kicks an old mining cart towards the door. It goes flying, and wedges itself into the door frame with a deafening crash, blocking the others off even if they got the door open.
It then turns towards Medic and Engie.
Hell.]
Hell.
[Engie reaches under his work bench and produces his old shotgun. He shoves it at Medic's chest.]
Just distract it!
[With or not Medic takes the gun is up to him, because Engineer takes off. The Heavy tries to get a stomp in, but Engie manages to dash between its legs. He's fast when he wants to be, okay.]
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The others were on the opposite side of the door, trying to get in. Engineer could hear them shouting and arguing over the door code. The Heavy, now unstrained, straightens itself out and looks to the door. With a booming, electronic rumble from its robo-throat, it lifts a leg and kicks an old mining cart towards the door. It goes flying, and wedges itself into the door frame with a deafening crash, blocking the others off even if they got the door open.
It then turns towards Medic and Engie.
Hell.]
Hell.
[Engie reaches under his work bench and produces his old shotgun. He shoves it at Medic's chest.]
Just distract it!
[With or not Medic takes the gun is up to him, because Engineer takes off. The Heavy tries to get a stomp in, but Engie manages to dash between its legs. He's fast when he wants to be, okay.]