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For someone who deals in slaughtering countless spies on a daily basis, one might think he’d have a better awareness of the people around him.
The clicking noise of the silver lighter held in concealed hands wasn’t prominent amongst the crackling flames that soon followed. Shades of crimson and tangerine erupt forth as the pile of wood and shavings caught flame. Light dimly fighting away the darkness, yet properly contained in it’s pile. Distant sounds of crickets only further soothed the psychopath. White dots beginning to poke out from the velvet night above. He was quietly thankful that tomorrow was a Sunday, he could stay out here all night if he so pleased..
Though, building a fire rather close to the enemy base wasn’t his best idea..
Although the gas mask left the RED Pyro a bit impaired when it came to sight and sound, he could still hear the trudging of feet along the dusty terrain. He almost immediately sprang up from his sitting position, gazing into the blackness until his gaze landed on what appeared to be an Engineer- the BLU Engineer.
The arsonist was like a deer in headlights, and he knew if it was the Soldier, Scout or even Heavy- he might’ve been DEAD or injured already.. but he didn’t know the opposing Engie particularly well. They didn’t encounter each other in battle all that often.
His mind froze. Should he stay? Should he leave? Should he say something?.. Cautiously, his body moved almost robotically as he waved a gloved hand. Slow in his movements.
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