Antoine did his best to avoid the series of stabs, unfortunately not being as evasive as he’d like. “I prefer breathing room, not the close and personal type, if you get what I mean!” Lifting his rifle to whack away a jab towards his chest, but instead taking the knife to his arm, the Sniper continued to back away in a mad attempt to escape JT’s blade. Bumping against the wall behind him caused another unsteady shot at the Spy’s chest, Antoine’s grip on the rifle weakening as blood began to soak through his sleeve and down his arm.
The rifle’s wavering shot blew straight through JT’s shoulder, and he cried out in agony, clamping down his free hand over it blood gushing over his gloved fingers. This was bullshit. If the Spy didn’t watch himself, he was going to end up bleeding to death before he was able to finish off the BLU Sniper, and there was no way that was going to happen as far as he was concerned.
Gritting his teeth, continued his assault, jabbing his knife as fast as he could at the other man, despite his own injuries. “Why won’t you die?! Where do I gotta stab you, huh?!
Antoine winced as he could see the Spy’s blood splatter on the wall behind him, creating a lovely speckled pattern of red. Better the wall than him, a face full of blood was not appealing in the least. What Antoine got in return was even worse. The incoming knife moved much faster than he’d expected and incapable of keeping up with it, it wasn’t much of a surprise when a stab hit. The blade dug deep into the Sniper’s chest, taking the breath out of him and leaving only a whimper which didn’t give the current pain justice.
Antoine staggered away gasping before dropping the rifle to press a hand to the wound with twitching fingers, the other hand clawing at the satchel wrapped around his leg. There wasn’t a chance to determine whether something vital had been damaged or not, he just wanted to WIN.
Panic and desperation gripped him as he pulled out one of his “prized” jarates, blood dripping down the glass of the jar. It was a clutch move, but as the Sniper whipped the revolting container at JT he couldn’t help but grin wickedly while pulling his bushwacka out of its sheath.