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[teutonic_terror]

[Medic has, considering the circumstances, recovered from his run-in with the Post Office spectacularly well. He still can't see, and he still can't remember his own native language, but he has his Kritz (and therefore his sanity) back. He's slowly learning to navigate his house without the use of his eyes; his drone wife is being most helpful. But

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[Filtered] And so the Medic Wars begin.

[teutonictraitor]

Oh, I wouldn't dream of doing such a zhing, Herr. Do you honestly heff such little trust in zhose you trained? I must say, I am disappointed--und possibly a little hurt. [[Exaggerated sniff.]] So cruel, Fritz.

[[Sarcasm everywhere. Do you want to punch him yet, Fritz?]]

[Action]

[teutonictraitor]

[[Well he was but OH HEY FUCK where did that come from. Ow man, that hurt. Suddenly, RAGE.]]

You verdammter-- [[And now he's making a move to grab the arm with the knife, ignoring the cut Fritz just scored on his arm. Man, he just got his uniform back, too.]]

[Action] LET'S BACKTAG

[teutonic_terror]

[HAHAHAHAHA TAKE THAT. TAKE IT, BITCH. You just grabbed his arm? He's going to use that as leverage to keep himself attached to you so he knows where you are. And attempt to knee you in whatever part is closest. TAAAAAKE IIIIIIIT.]

[Action] BACKTAGGING FOREVER.

[teutonictraitor]

[[OW GOD WHY that was in his gut. Just...cursing at you forever and aiming some punches at your face. If he breaks something, he will be okay with this.]]

[Action] OBBY

[teutonic_terror]

[THAT WAS HIS NOSE, DICKWEED. HE NEEDS THAT TO SMELL THINGS. He's just gonna try and get his knife-wielding hand free so he can start stabbing things up again. BEST COURSE OF ACTION, CLEARLY.]

[Action] Untz untz untz.

[teutonictraitor]

[[TOO BAD, HE DOESN'T CARE. Fritz just about breaks out of Guntram's hold, but he grips harder. And now he's going to aim for the gut, fully intending to beat Fritz down.]]

[Action] OH GOD THAT ICON

[teutonic_terror]

[Nuh-uh! No you di'int, girlfriend! Fritz shouts in wordless rage, then hacks and wheezes as the air is knocked out of him.]

I'll kill you kill you KILL YOU!

[Action] DOES THIS ONE MAKE IT BETTER.

[teutonictraitor]

You can try, Fritz, but I vill not let you vin! You see, you are old und easy to take down. How do you zhink you can beat me, especially as you are?
[[He is grinning so much right now--this is the most fun he's had since he got here. And moving to knee Fritz in a rather sensitive area. Does he score a crit]]

[Action] YES FOREVER. DEM NIPS.

[teutonic_terror]

[SFJODSIJ that was uncalled for, Guntram! Fritz slumps, growling wheezily, still trying to get his knife hand free so that he can stab Guntram forever and ever and ever.]

You... you...

[Action]

[teutonictraitor]

You cannot even zhink up a good response, can you? I zhought as much!
[[And he laughs at you. However, Guntram is a bit distracted while he gloats, and his grip slackens just the tiniest bit. Fritz could probably break out of it for as long as Guntram is up in his little pride castle.]]

[Action]

[teutonic_terror]

[Fritz takes the opportunity like you don't even know! He twists his hand free and plunges the knife directly at Guntram's chest -- this close, it'd be very difficult for him to miss unless Guntram suddenly becomes a Ninja.]

[Action]

[teutonictraitor]

[[A ninja he is not. The knife goes in deep, and Fritz is rewarded with a none-too-healthy noise coming from Guntram's throat. Sure, he's died plenty of times before, but never here, and never like this. Guntram grabs on to the knife handle and tries to twist it towards Fritz in an attempt to take the other Medic down with him--Fritz got him in a vital area, and he knows he isn't going to get anywhere where he can fix himself up in time. So, might as well make the best of it and try to get revenge while he can.]]