Checking Dreamwidth out, but he's not happy

[defendnhills]

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, GIRLIE?

I do not HAVE TIME for GAMES. Do NOT go looking for places to "put" me. I DO NOT NEED "A Social Outlet". I DO NOT NEED FRIENDS.

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[overdosing]

[it smashes right into his knee, sending a wave of excruciating pain surging up his leg. maybe it's broken, maybe it isn't. either way, he could care less. give it a few seconds and it'll start healing just fine.

he can deal with pain, but what about Soldier?

instinctively, he brings his Ubersaw up in an arc, aiming for the other's neck.]

All these threads and this is the first REAL fight. XD

[defendnhills]

[Luckily, he was able to regain his balance, but only fast enough to see the blade coming for his neck. He has a split second to try to move, but it's not enough to dodge to blow entirely. The blade rakes up the side of his neck, clanging against his helmet.]

[His free hand instinctively goes for Medic's wrist, trying to twist it around, either to drop the saw or force it back towards Medic's face.]

[overdosing]

[when you get right down to it, Soldier has more going for him physically than Medic does, so of course that hand on his wrist gives him some difficulty. his wrist starts to seize up in pain, quivering as Soldier drives the Ubersaw back inch by agonizing inch.

thankfully, unlike Soldier, he knows how to multitask and he never claimed to play fair. the Blutsauger is still holstered at his belt and so, right when it seems like his grip is about to give way completely, he grabs at the gun with his free hand and aims it at the other man, pulling the trigger and sending a torrent of needles zooming at his head.]

[defendnhills]

[Soldier lets out a roar as the needles fly towards his head, some hitting their mark. A man less than Soldier would wince, but Solly here in just going to scowl and let the pain fuel his anger. (While half his face looks like some sort of twisted porcupine.) He twists harder, now trying to break that wrist of yours.]

YOU JUST SIGNED YOUR DEATH WARRANT, YOU GERMAN SCUMBAG!

[His other hand drops shovel, now that he's too close to you to make the tool as effective. Ignoring the blood that is starting to trickle down his neck from the gash there, his big meatclub of a hand is going to go for Medic's throat.]