WINNER

WompWomp

Match Write-up

Saratonin-6v: Temasta sighed and wiped his head with his wristband, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight; his violet tosslecap wicking sweat from his brow. He sat himself down in the shade of one of the large rocks and closed his eyes. He wasn't sure if he fell asleep for a minute or for an hour, but the next thing he knew when he opened his eyes was that he was laying on something soft. It took him a while to realize that it was strawberry-blonde hair and smelling about as sweet, as he rested on Kipper's shoulder. He smiled and closed his eyes again to drift off into sleep as the two rested in the shade. An alarm wailed, shaking both from their siesta. Rockets flew overhead and the sounds of explosions rocked in the distance, and Temasta and Kipper groped blindly for their scatterguns. They had to get back and fast before they ended up scattered themselves across the point. As soon as they stood, they found themselves face-to-face with a glowing Heavy, overhealed and grimacing as his minigun whined up. The two Scouts closed their eyes as the sound of a whistling bomb from above dropped, knocking both back; it was Taco who had come in to distract the Russian. "Go, quickly! Sara's back in the yard! GO!" The next thing he knew, he was riddled with holes as the two dodged and ran their way back to find out what was going on. --- Kipper and Temasta weaved through the fire, tag-teaming and sneaking up on FF's Medic. It was a thing of beauty, like a choreographed synchronized routine, Temasta dashed and slid letting off two shots, while Kipper went high, and spring-boarded off of Temasta's boombox on his back, unloading a double-blast while somersaulting over the Soldier. Both collapsed in a heap of buckshot and blood. The fighting died down and both slumped against each other, closing their eyes and capping the point. The sun slowly drew down in the distance, and both gently dozed off against each other back to their rudely-interrupted nap. Sara couldn't help but grin as she found the two curled up serenely in their much-deserved rest. ((Good game guys, good luck in the rest of the season!))