Revolution 7
[You may hear a strange whirring noise over the telephone, and the RED team (those that survive, anyway) may recognize it, even as it is drowned out by great, wet, wracking coughs: This is Sasha at full spin. Heavy has collapsed on the lawn of his house, with the fever clearly in full swing. Still, he is nothing if not durable, and so he has managed to pull himself into a kneeling position, revving up his minigun and pointing it wildly at anyone who might come near who might be part of this goddamn town's plot to weaken him.]
You... [a deep, ragged breath.] YOU! I VILL NOT ... GIVE IN SO EASY! ALL... OF YOU.... ARE DEAD!
[Minigun whirring, whirring, not pointed at anybody. Heavy isn't going to be moving until the flu finally takes him. Which, considering how he has ridiculous amounts of HP, won't be for a while]
You... [a deep, ragged breath.] YOU! I VILL NOT ... GIVE IN SO EASY! ALL... OF YOU.... ARE DEAD!
[Minigun whirring, whirring, not pointed at anybody. Heavy isn't going to be moving until the flu finally takes him. Which, considering how he has ridiculous amounts of HP, won't be for a while]