@headsetradio
honestly, people can’t even go out on a murderous rampage now a days. junkrat quietly shifted from foot to peg leg, observing the things around him. this wasn’t the jungles, where he had hunted a few men of his own volition for several months. but rather some place he felt more at home at, an actual battlefield, a fight worthy of his name. he wasn’t hunting prey, he was having fun. no need to be quiet, stealthy, and out smart his opponents. just lob his bombs, and have some fun. though he had to admit when cornered he acted more wild, he didn’t have rules, or standards. so it must of been quite a sight to see junkrat using his tire to push a guy into a wall, rather crushingly, while also punching a man half to death. both were bloody, and junkrat was covered in flecks of their blood, before he dropped them both, finally done. and glanced up at lucio, wiping his face and frowning at the smears of blood now on his arm and face.
❝ oh, hey. long time no see. ❞
