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Paintball, Monday, June 10, 2024

"Since the pits were such a hit last week," Steve began with perhaps an unclear recollection of last week, "we're keeping them and adding additional obstacles this week."

"Land mines," Tony said cheerfully. "Well, paint ones. Expect to get pretty messy if one goes off, though."

Was this cruel and unusual? No, because there weren't any bugs.

Or any niche Chicago booze flavored like bugs and regret. So it could be a lot worse, right, Anakin?

"So just like in a real battle, you have to look out for more than just enemy combatants," Steve said, nodding. "Be on your toes. Not literally."

"Maybe a little literally depending on the area," Tony chimed in.

"It'll be swell," Steve assured them. "Have fun. No power usage."

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All of Cal's experience with guns had taken place in this class. Mines, on the other hand, he knew very well. He couldn't exactly turn off the Force, so he could sense when he got close to a mine, but not using powers meant not telling anyone else where they were. Oh well!

Oh who would he have told anyway?

Not everybody had the Force, but some people made up for it with sheer ingenuity. Like grabbing a long branch and using it to carefully poke around at spots before stepping on them, while remaining mostly low to the ground to avoid getting easily spotted and sniped.

He might have said something when there were more people on the field, but the numbers had dwindled, and Cal was hoping the sound of a mine would let him know where Arden was. He had, as usual, taken a high spot, and was searching for any sign of movement.

My NaMe Is CaL aNd I tAkE tHe HiGh SpOt BeCaUsE i HaVe GrEaT aRmS aNd CaN cLiMb GoOd.

That was you, Cal. That was what you sounded like.

Arden slowly prowled along the ground, keeping a wary eye towards the skyline because she knew Cal did like to stay up high. She wasn't entirely sure how many people were left but she knew there weren't many - but she and Cal were among them.

And dinner and PRIDE were on the line.

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Cal did in fact have amazing arms, and those arms were firing slightly in front of Arden's movement. Yes, he was giving his spot away, but it was worth it to mess with her a little.

In his defense, he hadn't lasted this long before, and he was having fun.

Paint spattered right in front of her and Arden shied back away from it, trying to triangulate where that shot had come from to return fire.

"That you, Kestis?" she called, since whoever that was clearly knew where she was.

"Maybe!" he called back, like she didn't know the sound of his voice by now. "I don't suppose you'd like to surrender?"

He peeked out to see if she'd made the mistake of getting up more. Unlikely, but he could hope.

Nope. If anything, she'd hunkered down further. "Funny, I was just about to offer you the same chance! It'll be better for your ego if you can say you lost of your own free will."

"My ego is going to be just fine, thanks," Cal said, shifting his position a little to take a chance and look down. "I'll be nice and aim for somewhere easy to clean up."

He was learning about wash days like a boss, and he didn't want to be cruel, after all.

If Arden knew that Cal was learning about wash day, her doom would be sealed forever more, so we were all just going to be glad that that little tidbit remained locked behind the walls of narrative.

A paintball came flying for his head, but went wide of the mark, leaving Arden cussing a blue streak.

"That was really close! Good job!" Did the condescension help with the crush feelings? Maybe the shot that came right back in her direction would do the trick.

Honestly, it really did, so good job there! Something something Jedi eschew emotions something something except arrogance apparently.

Arden flung herself to the side in a roll, hearing the paint spatter right where she'd been a few seconds before. "Wish I could say the same for you, but that pretty solidly missed!" she called back.

Yeah, only because she'd moved but details. Have another shot for your troubles, Cal.

Okay, that one whizzed a little too close to him for comfort, and Cal was smart enough to stay quiet this time, focusing on where the shot came from to fire back again.

Arden was learning many things in her outdoor classes, but how to move through greenery and leave it undisturbed was not one of them. Eventually Cal would be able to notice a patch that was moving - as if, say, someone was creeping closer, trying to line up the perfect shot to win the day.

Cal was running low on paintballs, so he had to make this one count. He watched her move and aimed towards the back of the movement, where he was more likely to hit an area covered by the overalls. Someday, he'd have a little more bloodlust in him, but not today.

They say tomorrow's never promised.

Honest.

Arden, unaware of where he'd moved to, leaned forward, eyeballing his high ground, her eyes sharp for movement.

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Aaaaand there she was. Cal took a deep breath, feeling only slightly bad as he hit her in the side. "I'll start thinking about dinner," he called. "That was fun!"

Arden looked down at the bright paint spattering over her side and sighed. "At least he didn't get my hair," she muttered, before stepping out and holding up her hands to signal surrender.

"Good game!" she called back. "Let me know what you decide!"

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