Goyan appeared in the RED spawn room, still panting from his last life. That darned spy had outwitted him, strafing and spinning like a pro and then delicately disposing of Goyan with a matador. He still shivered from the wave surprise and regret that hit him when he realized he had been stabbed.
He stared down at his gun. Sasha had been through a lot today. The minigun was scarred and beaten from previous battles, hardly in battle-worthy condition. Goyan sighed and put away Sasha. There would be a day where Sasha would do her part, but it was not this day. This day she could rest, and Goyan would do all the work himself. He readied his fists, and mentally prepared himself to step outside.
As soon as he exited the spawn room, the announcer reprimanded the RED team for losing the first point. Goyan stepped out into the blazing sun and sandy wind of Egypt. Making a bold stand at the second point. No one would capture this point. He would stop them with his own two fists.
Far away he could hear the screams of his teammates as they were, one by one, dismissed from life by the great warrior of the RNGods, Kazoo. Those screams sent chills down Goyan's spine, but he stood his ground. He knew they were coming, and he would not let them succeed. Far off in the distance, he could make out a figure emerging from the ancient Egyptian ruins. It was the likeness of a BLU pyro, endowed with an unusually festive Christmas tree....on its head. Goyan barely had time to ponder why this tree was so festive and, more importantly, why it was on her head before the pyro was upon him. The great flame warrior wielded a sign, plastered with the blood of her enemies and the sign of her power. It boldly proclaimed to the face of her victims that she was Kazoo, great warrior and demigod of the Crit gods and Division Leader. The standard bore down swiftly on Goyan, who narrowly dodged the strike. With a burst of quick thinking, he launched a powerful uppercut to the jaw of the pyro.
POW!
The great blow was backed by Goyan's ultimate resolve to stand his ground. When his bear fists connected with Kazoo's face, she was instantly rendered lifeless. The critical hit had taken away all the magic of her lifeblood, and just like that the great warrior was slain.
Goyan stood above his downed opponent in glory, celebrating his victory. However, his mirth was short lived, as a suspicious sniper approached him from behind. He knew this was no ordinary RED sniper, and wasted no time to check him for spies.
WHACK!
The right jab took effect, and immediately the BLU spy undisguised and fell to the sand, limp. Goyan stared at the body with suspicion. That was too easy. He still smelled the blood of a Frenchman. Sure enough, near the entrance of the ruins, the very same spy decloaked, dropping his now-defective Dead Ringer in the sand. Goyan was filled with rage at this spy who dared to evade death and fate, and charged.
All time seemed to slow down, as Goyan bore down on the spy, who was too surprised to move. His eyes slowly widened, as his brain processed his chances of survival. When he overcame his fear, the spy finally tried to move, but it was too late for him. Goyan had reached him, and threw an uppercut into his stomach.
WHAM!
The surprised spy coughed up blood as he was launched into the sky, eventually hitting a wall. The impact made him drop his Black Rose, which clattered to the sandstone floor and broke. His body slip down the wall and hit the ground with an undignified splatter. He had lost his honor.
Goyan was victorious. His fists had won the day, and no one capped the point. He resumed his position as his team rejoined him in defense of their land. He was praised as a hero.
