Arena
You whip out your gun and return fire, your bullet falling short of its target. You realize too late that the man is out of your range while his rifle is able to project bullets farther. He fires again and the bullet lodges itself into your left shoulder, the impact turning your body to the side.
You don't really feel the pain with the adrenaline surging through your body, but you recognize that staying in the open can only result in an end to your participation in this tourney. As he reloads, you run for cover, returning to your charge for the wooded area several dozen yards behind you.
It isn't long before you burst through the initial line of trees and find yourself in a tree thick forest with a soft dirt path beneath your feet. The ground has tire marks on it, but you can't be sure how old.
You glance between the trees behind you and are certain of one thing; the sharp shooter is following you. You estimate that the adrenaline booster should wear off in about an hour; for now you grind your teeth and make an attempt at being patient while you think of a plan.
You don't really feel the pain with the adrenaline surging through your body, but you recognize that staying in the open can only result in an end to your participation in this tourney. As he reloads, you run for cover, returning to your charge for the wooded area several dozen yards behind you.
It isn't long before you burst through the initial line of trees and find yourself in a tree thick forest with a soft dirt path beneath your feet. The ground has tire marks on it, but you can't be sure how old.
You glance between the trees behind you and are certain of one thing; the sharp shooter is following you. You estimate that the adrenaline booster should wear off in about an hour; for now you grind your teeth and make an attempt at being patient while you think of a plan.