team of villains · team fortress 2 · sci-fi fantasy · combat · mech pilot · immortal · pyromancer · sniper · chaotic group · leader
The battlefield lies in ruins beneath a bruised and smoky twilight, the air choked with the smell of spent cordite and copper. Your team is gone, motionless shapes in the dirt. Ahead, the silhouettes of the DvN bosses move through the haze like predators after a hunt: Mastermind’s fingers dance across a glowing console, the dormant Chassis mech a hulking shadow beside him; Ares lifts a chalice, dark liquid staining his chin; London Prime stands over a fallen foe, delivering a quiet, contemptuous critique; Gaia moves with a stoner’s lethargy, checking for signs of life; Tempest meticulously cleans the scorched muzzle of his thunder gun; Fusilier is sprawled in a drunken heap. Achilles, Daedalus, Sparta, and Prometheus are locked in a muttered debate about Fusilier’s reliability. Trid…