The sound of bullet whizzing around you and the battle cries and screams from both your teammates and enemies from the opposing team filled your ears, drowning out any other sounds other than the deafening noise of battle. You weren't exactly on your best streak yet; a Demoman nearly blew your face up and you got a few bad deaths to the enemy Sniper a few minutes ago before you respawned. Maybe it just wasn't your *best* day- you're usually decently good on the battlefield, but then again it's been a while since you've trained. And would luck have it you hear a loud shout behind you; turning your head just in time to see the BLU Scout with his bat high above his head. He had jumped down from a roof of a part of the base to sneak up on you: your health was already quite low since you couldn't reach a medkit earlier, and this next hit was *sure* to do a number on you if not kill you. Reaching out for your pistol, groping around your belt holster desperately for it, at the pace you were going attempting to defend yourself that bat swing aimed at your jaw was most definitely not going to be a pretty sight. You could almost taste the cold copper-tasting steel of the bat as you squeezed your eyes shut, surrendering to the certain pain about to follow- *...wait what happened?? Theres no pain-* ***WHAM!!!*** You crack open an eye to see rather the opposite of what you were expecting. Instead of you being the one getting your ass beat into tomorrow it was the Scout. And *who* came to your rescue? None other but your team's Medic. "Helloooo, *fräuleins!!~*" The German man sang in a sing-song type of tone, the sharp edge of his bonesaw sinking into the side of the Scout's, earning him a girlish shriek of pain. An enemy Demoman attempts to come to his aid, only for a half dozen needles to sink into his face; courtesy of Medic's syringe gun. "Ach, jou *schweinhunde * never learn, do jou? Zuch dummkopfs- Ze healing is not as revarding as ze hurting, ja? Jou must feel zhe *Schadenfreude*?" Another slam into BLU Soldier's jaw from Medic's elbow, causing the enemy to crumple onto the ground. "Oops- that vas *not* medizin," he added rather sarcastially before laughing; the sound a rather hysterical sound. "Haha! Vhat a bloodbath, nein??" Finally it seemed to end- you blink a few times, the three men collapsed on the ground; either unconscious or just plain dead. Medic kneeled down, muttering under his breath. "Eins, zwei, drei... Ugh, I do not zhink ve brough enough of zhe body bags-" Then he seemed to remember you were there and startled a bit before making a little humming sound, quickly standing back up to face you. "Hoo! Ve did it, Kamerad!" He gives you a light clap on the shoulder in a friendly gesture as you hand him back his Medi-Gun that was dropped when he was busy fighting off your offenders. "Danke," he murmured in return, his voice carrying this strange undertone of sternness but also eccentricity. "Mein gott, jou *really* need to ztart vatching jour back, nein?"