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  • Haven't you heard? Opposites Attract... (Private)

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    [color=pink][font=georgia][size=8]Sniper looked towards the shout, frowning as he looked through his scope with much seriousness. He tried to keep a low profile, though he will probably get discovered, and aimed towards the Heavy's head. With a pull of the trigger, the robotic version of an existing human fell onto the ground with a few sparks coming out of it's neck. He then aimed towards the Scout and shot at it, the same thing happening to the emotionless machine. "I'll be right there!" He shouted to Antionette before shooting a robotic Demoman with his submachine gun. He then ran down to her, putting his weapons away to pick her up. "We need to get you safe!" He told her, running away from the machines.


  • Haven't you heard? Opposites Attract... (Private)

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    [color=pink][font=georgia][size=8]Sniper only nodded, running as fast as he could to the rest of his team. Once he arrived, he went up to his team's Medic. "Heal her! Quickly!" He demanded, RED's Medic looking confused for a second but doing as the Sniper said. He place her down on the ground as the Medic healed her, waiting for her to get up. "You need to be more careful, lass." He scolded, looking down to her with serious eyes.


  • Haven't you heard? Opposites Attract... (Private)

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    [color=pink][font=georgia][size=8]Sniper sighed, looking towards the area he just ran from. "... We should probably get going. They'll come here if we don't." He said blandly, looking to Antoinette. "Don't have a death wish this time." He told her coldly, walking back with his submachine gun in his grasp. He wasn't going to let anyone get him killed, especially if they were on opposite teams. Though part of him felt that he could be nicer, his cockiness and his will to stay alive told him otherwise, and he was going to do just that. He decided to stop and wait for someone to join him, as it would be foolish to go alone.