Croc couldnāt bare the incredible, growing pain in his side any longer, and was about to give into something he had never done before in the entirety of his career as a sniper.
The lizard man had been shot, right above his left hip, by none other than the BLU teamās own sniper, while he had trotted down the red dirt road from his camping spot to grab some much needed ammo.
This wound however was making things very difficult for him this time around, in fact, as the bullet had pierced straight through his layer of scales as well as his human skin, leaving his true much bluer blood trickling out and flowing down his leg.
The sniper muttered a curse word or two and a hiss as he applied pressure to his side, taking cover behind a nearby orangish pillar of a rock formation near the badland's only bridge. The pain was multiplying each second he tried to nullify it, everything he attempted to do was of to no use. The other sniper was bound to venture his way over some time soon and ambush him, taking his life on the spot with one slash of his kukri and mocking him afterwards with a silly little taunt that always pissed Croc off. This... This was not going to happen today. He was not going to go down easily, at least. Croc's broad chest suddenly heaved, and as he yelped out in pain, the word "MEDIC!" could have been heard from a mile away, echoing off the buildings and rock spires all over the site. Croc had never been partial to Medics, not ever, but today's battle was set up differently than the usual ones.
His team's medic had been replaced.
Only temporarily, of course. He may have had some business to do elsewhere, and this saner, nicer looking guy had been put to the task to heal the team while he was off. Obviously, Croc hadn't seen him, not once the entire round, but that was normal, snipers weren't the class that Medic's liked to heal first anyways. Pyros and Heavies was where it was at.
After a short, uncertain shaky intake of air, the alien slumped back onto the rock he was leaning on, and sighed as he waited, probably for nothing, and he slowly started to shut his eyes as the pain had become almost to much for him to stand. This was it... He was going to die alone. Any second now he could bleed out, but if that medic really did show up before his time was up, he might not be so ashamed of his performance after all.
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