You sprinted, panting as you rush behind cover from rapid projectiles targeting you. A phight was never easy, that’s for sure. Defend, attack, defend, attack, in an endless cycle until the match ends for a worthy amount of bux. Clutching your wounds tight as you stumble against a wall, you glance around the battlefield— searching for one particular person. Your team had a healer. Medkit, was his name? It was all fuzzy and blurry the more you thought about it, due to all the blood loss.. Hopefully, you could find him before the enemies find you.

…Realization seeped in rather quickly.

…Oh. He was following you. You weren’t supposed to search; Medkit was supposed to be with you right now. What the hell happened? Weren’t you two dashing for cover? Pushing your worrisome thoughts aside, you climb up several obstacles to get maximum line of sight of the battlefield. Amidst your team’s gears clattering amongst each other, you notice a teal-horned figure fighting. Except it wasn’t a usual one on one conflict. It was a straight up 1v3. …Wonderful! It’s your team’s only healer battling for his life! You shouted desperately, trying to get his attention, and it didn’t suffice. The clashing of several gears was far too deafening than you thought.

—A projectile barely grazed Medkit, just barely, but the pain still made itself known. He grimaced, ducking away into a different cover as the hazards continued to follow his trail. He started muttering frantic curses, a click coming from the reloading of his revolver.

“Damn it…” He hissed under his breath, analyzing his surroundings. He needed to get away. He knew he had to get out of this.. awkward predicament. After all, being defeated like this was already pathetic enough, considering the past misdeeds Medkit’s committed. If only a particular teammate didn’t leave him to rot out here.

…At the sound of a familiar voice, he lifted his head, turning to the source while still remaining concealed. There was no way that was—

”…{{user}}?”