Holy shit bros.
I just completed a "difficult" abduction mission in the UK with
TWO UNITS, one heavy and one sniper. I only accepted that mission because I needed to keep the UK in the XCOM council. I was
NOT ready for what was coming. Just as I stepped out from the dropship and moved to the closest barricade, two mutons appeared inside of a half built construction barrack and pinned me down.
I knew I was going to get fucked in the bum-bum, so as soon as they allowed me I fired one of those rockets that increase the damage of any following impact, taking a good chunk of their life bars. Their counterattack was vicious. Without even moving more than a square they critted one of my snipers, who was left bleeding out, and made my other sniper lose his shit. The crazy son of a bitch made a heel turn and shot at my novice soldier at point blank, killing him. In less than four rounds I had:
-A heavy reloading his rocket launcher.
-My best sniper bleeding out on the floor.
-One KIA by friendly fire
-My second sniper out of his fucking rocker
I was at the brink of cancelling the mission and restarting the game, but I said fuck it, and launched my last rocket at the mutons. They got a mouthful of shrapnel, which combined with the effect of the first rocket took them out for good. A single soldier had killed two mutons in two rounds. My eyes were about to pop out of my face when three sectoids came by because fuck me, I was having too much luck. Guess not. My sniper had come to his senses by then, so I moved my heavy to stabilise my fallen shooter while the other sniper, just like that, took out one of the sectoids. They didn't like it one bit, because they moved away to take cover, allowing my heavy to spread out in the next turn. Another sniper shot and some overwatch with the heavy took care of the rest.
By then I was absolutely amazed at the incredible display of badassery of my soldiers (even if that treacherous sniper had killed one of his team mates), but it was clear that there had to be a lot of nasties hidden somewhere. Lo and behold, I move out like 5 metres and three floaters come to fuck me in the ass. Or so they thought. My overwatching sniper took out one of them, while my heavy blasted the shit out of a second. The third one was an incredible piece of teamwork. The floater ran away to hide, so I put my two soldiers in overwatch for an entire turn; when he showed his face my heavy doused him with the last burst in the magazine and the sniper finished him off.
I couldn't believe my eyes, just like I couldn't believe that after all that THREE SECTOIDS popped out at the end of the level, close to a high rising building still in construction. I'm guessing they shat their alien pants when they saw that couple of badasses, because they spent most of the time hiding behind crates or missing their shots. Again, the heavy and the sniper mopped the floor with them.
At that point I thought I had completed the mission, but no sir. Somehow there were still some space nasties out there, hidden in the shadows. I grew nervous. What I just saw was nothing short of unprecedented; two soldiers had took out nearly ten enemies and remained without a scratch, but this is XCOM and I knew something bad was about to happen. Once again I said fuck it, and climbed the stairs of the tallest building with the heavy at the front, overwatching every few steps so the sniper (who only had a single bullet remaining in his magazine) could move safely and take cover. Then it happened. As I was getting ready to reach the top floor, three thin men dropped out from the sky; luckily for me, they landed at ground level. Without losing a second I put my sniper in overwatch while I moved my heavy to the edge of the floor and blasted the first thin men. He didn't kill him, but the overwatching sniper did it as soon as the thin man jumped between both, surely with no good intentions. One dead, two to go.
The second thin man was a bit trickier. My heavy kept hearing him, but could see him anywhere so I kept my sniper in overwatch just as the heavy moved around and reloaded. Then, the thin man jumped on top of the building, not too far but not too close from my sniper; I bit my lip as the animation sequence began, only to jump from my chair when he ate a bullet. By then I was ecstatic and I knew I had to succeed. Their history
had to be told. I decided to keep my sniper barricaded and my heavy tucked away in one of the corners, just in case I needed that cover. It wasn't necessary. Again, the third and final thin man jumped onto the top floor, right between my barricaded sniper and the overwatching heavy, who whipped out his machinegun and pumped the face of the thin man full of lead.
And just like that, two lone soldiers cleaned a difficult abduction mission, all by themselves and without suffering a scratch. Two muttons, three sectoids, three floaters and three thin men minced by a heavy and a half-crazy sniper.
SALUTE