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14. “I have to kill you.”
Killing the BLU team was his job, there were no questions to be raised about it. It didn’t matter who or what the other was doing during battle. If they were out in the field they were fair game. Arrow notched and legs moving him across the field, he rounded the corner only to find the enemy Scout leaning against stacks of Mann Co. crates, holding a wound as if he were afraid to call for a Medic.
He pulled his bow back, ready and prepared to shoot the other despite how defenseless he looked at the moment. Still, his presence was made known by the sudden shift of gravel at his feet and he starred across the area at the other male.
"I have ta kill ya mate." He called, keeping the bow raised, arrow nearly shaking at the tension that was pulling it back, "That’s the rules a the game. We both know that."
Still, something was keeping him from letting go, knowing the arrow would sail right into the others flesh.
