WINNER

WompWomp

Match Write-up

Xaku: Xaku spied the strawberry-blonde ponytail of Kipper as he sat on the ruined bunker over RED's final point, his legs spread and hung over the edge, kicking his feet idly as he snacked on a sweetbun. Xaku joined him up top with a short rocket-hop, landing with a clumsy flump next to the Scout. "Quiet, huh?" "Fow mow.." Specks of bread flew with each syllable from Kipper as he continued with abandon at his treat. Saratonin had handed them out earlier: a morale booster for what was to be a hard fight. The ridiculously named "Potential Pizza" team belied the sinister nature of their mercenaries; word had it that they beat forces even stronger than the plucky Womps. Xaku sighed and took it all into consideration, checking his shotgun and relaxing his rocket launcher behind his neck as he hopped down. "Finish stuffin' your face, fatty. Let's not keep them waiting." Everything about the battle seemed to go their way. The Womps tripped up during one skirmish, choosing to press ahead without properly securing their last, but Xaku rallied the team and now, they stood with bated breath inside the BLU Industries industrial-vat-storage facility, so crucial to their plans. If only they had these barrels, surely it would turn the tide of the war! Xaku raised his helmet, the wickedly sharpened points of the horns gleamed under the light of a 10-watt bulb, and nodded his chin with grim determination. The attack begun. The Womps charged in valiantly, while Xaku took to the skies and rained explosiony death upon the Potentials; more than half of their team wiped out in that assault, leaving just Xaku winded, and worse, spotting Kipper heavily wounded, his mangled arm clutching a scattergun to his chest, as blood streaked his normally-bright hair. Point be damned, Xaku had to rescue his remaining comrade. with his last rocket, he launched himself directly at Kipper, landing just behind a BLU Soldier, and dispatched him cleanly with a load of buckshot to the back of his head. The rest of the team turned on Xaku and he fought in a frenzy, emptying his shotgun before whipping out a pickaxe to maul the remainder of the BLUs. Kipper looked on in astonished amazement as his sweat-drenched Captain leaned in to tend to the Scout's wounds. Kipper's eyes watered as Xaku touched his face gently, wiping away blood and grime from the fight, and lifted him up into his arms to carry them both on to the point. As the clock ticked and the Announcer proclaimed "VICTORY!" the two of them made their way into the sunset of Snakewater's dusk, in search of Saratonin to mend them up proper. Btw sasser bottomfragged in his match.