Attack on Fortress

850, March 12th, 1:30 pm

Location: Wall Rose, Trost District, Trost Military Head Quarters

"Left! To the left! Mush you fools!" Spy's demeaning voice bounced through the empty corridors of the Trost HQ hallways.

The seven heavy footsteps of the Mercs accompanying Spy's directional calls were the only sounds any of them could hear and that put them all on edge. Every corner and junction they came across almost made them pull the trigger of their weapons. The flickering of torches made them jump and the shadows cast by the stone brick pillars made them jittery. They shouldn't be this fearful but they were outnumbered 1-to-50. There was a small army within these wooden and stone walls yet there was no sign of them. At any point, they could be swarmed by them. They've been outnumbered before, but they normally faced them in open environments. It was uncommon that they encountered a numerically superior foe in close quarters. Such a bitter disadvantage was vocalised by Engineer. "I hate to challenge Scout's position as lead whiner, but did we really have to go this way Spy? Too many corners to get jumped on and we ain't got Sniper's support. We're charging in blind!"

Spy grumbled and cursed under his breath. "Yes, Toy man. Zhis is zhe fastest way to zhe Logistics Wing! Unless you want to take zhe path around zhe base? It's longer. Plenty of time for zhe imbeciles to regroup and counterattack. Oh! I forgot about zhe bombs too! Maybe we still want to be here when zhe building explodes, and we are all engulfed in-"

"FIRE!"

The REDs snapped their heads in surprise at the sound of the call. Down a hallway the group was halfway from crossing past, several Garrison soldiers peeked out from behind doorways and pillars. They were using them to hide. Shortly after the order, the soldiers fired their muckets and service pistols at the REDs. The REDs were forced to split on either side of the hallway entrance. A disadvantage that the Garrison took advantage on. Before the REDs could fire back, the Garrison down the hallway ran back behind their cover. The REDs thought about giving chase but stopped when the doors around them burst open. More Garrison soldiers peeked out with their weapons and fired at them. The much wider Mercs like Soldier and Heavy were struck several times while the more limber ones barely scraped by. Medic was struck, as was Engineer. The REDs desperately fired back. Blowing apart the doors the Garrison came out of but only scored a few kills. The Garrison was retreating just as fast as they appeared. They fired once then ran back into hiding. More doorways open up, which the REDs targeted and shot up before anyone dared to venture through. They then focused on another target appearing out of corners and doorways to fire at them. However, just because they blew and shot up the doorways, doesn't stop the Garrison from peeking back through. Those that were graced with Pyro's flames however weren't so. The doorways, corners and covers close to the REDs were flaming death traps. Unfortunately, Pyro's flames could only reach so far. The doorways and hallway entrances further away from the REDs were full of Garrison soldiers. Each popped off a shot at them before pulling back and being replaced with another soldier ready with a loaded weapon.

Medic was desperately bouncing back cover to cover. Whether that was the walls, pillars or his own teammates, Medic used them all to rush to his allies and heal them of damages. The first set of barrages had Soldier's face blown off and made Heavy more lead than flesh. Medic healed them and turned back around to find Pyro with a gut full of buckshot, Spy with an eye missing, Engineer with a leg wound and Scout with a scraped elbow. He healed them, only to have his work undone a moment later. It was frustrating, maddening, and a little bit worrying. Medic wasn't the odd one out when it came to battle damage. He was being shot too, crying out multiple times when he felt a bullet lodge itself into his body. An even bigger problem was slowly brewing as though wounds on him were increasing. The Garrison must've seen his works and caught on to what he was doing. He was the only thing keeping their opponents alive, and they weren't having it.