“Hey, wait a second.” Liev retrieved his gaze from the scope of his charger and put the gun down, resting it against his shoulder so that the barrel pointed towards the sky. The person addressing him was tiny and held an Octobrush. What do you want, kid? “I didn’t say anything about wanting to go help.”
An Ouch! echoed from a fallen teammate across the stage, and judging from the distance between them, it was probably an idiot who had decided it was a good idea to tramp into enemy territory by himself. There was nothing Liev could’ve done to help, even if he wanted to, and for a charger like him to rush to the scene would only result in an opportunity for the other team to take the upper hand. “Join him if you want, but my job’s right here. I’m support, if you hadn’t noticed.” With a frown he re-shouldered the gun and turned back towards the front line, eye to the scope again. Seriously, you’d think someone’d know more about using a charger. Then again, she may have been a new player. Liev didn’t really know, and at this point he didn’t really care.