Bloodbending"All I'm saying is that you'd never stand a chance against a bender." Scout held his hands up in front of him. "Nothing personal, dude."More Like This
"Are you kidding? I've taken out so many that it ain't even funny!" Sniper snapped.
"Well sure, but they were probably weak. A non-bender would never stand a chance against a master bender, much less an Avatar."
Nobody was quite sure how this argument started, but Scout was striking every single nerve the Sniper had. After a while Sniper gave up, but he sure didn't agree with him.
"I'm not gonna argue with ya anymore." Sniper growled as he left the campsite and into the forest.
"Aw yeah, sure… just leave, coward!" Scout fumbled, he was hoping for a fight and, more importantly, a chance to show off.
"I'll go get him." Medic stood up, shooting a glare at Scout as he walked by.
"Hey boyo…" Demo and Spy walked up behind Scout with a length of rope. "How about we have a little chat?"
(In the woods near a small pond)
Medic used a small wat
White NoiseAs he regained consciousness, in the slow hangover-y way near asphyxiation will do to a body, Medic noticed two things of major importance.More Like This
One: it was silent. No throaty bear-chuckle from Heavy, no bickering between Demo and the insane firebender. Not even the usual laughably pathetic flirtations of “Avatar” Scout in his attempts to woo Miss Pauling.
Even after living the metropolis that was the Northern Water Tribe, Medic was used to living surrounded by sound. Wherever he was waking up now was unnervingly quiet. It took something special to make the master waterbender uneasy.
Two: Medic could smell a very familiar scent. Faint but distinct, coppery, slightly rotten from sitting too long in open air but intoxicating in its familiarity.
Something was bleeding.
Medic could only hope it wasn't himself that was the one bleeding. His luck when it came to avoiding injuries wasn't all sunshine and Dove-moths since hooking up with the latest incarnation of T