[Ava did not move on when he instead made a move to return to the paintball contest and his chosen allies. He suspected that she wasn't so easily put off of him not wasting any more of his rounds on her - they were precious and limited - and he was shrewd enough to know that waste had an opportunity to lose him everything, even if it was all supposed to be good fun. He still had a very competitive spirit at heart.
He lifted his head to survey his surroundings before rising from crawling to a low run where he used foliage, vines and the trees themselves as cover to hide his motions as he carefully covered ground back. He knew she was moving in, that she would at least follow and likely try to cut him off from returning to the actual game that was being played.
That they ended up practically nose-to-nose was not surprising for him. He didn't raise his paintball gun from where it was held in his hands either. Instead, her being right there forced a stop and him to drop to one knee behind a tree to use it as cover. He rested his paintball gun on the raised knee, his finger removed from the trigger to prevent any accidental discharge.
He might have wanted to win the game, but he also was perfectly willing to set aside time for the war as well. His greatest weapon was words, and here she was right before him.]
Miss Orlova, you appear to be wearing a truce flag as your entire uniform. Or are you here showing off?
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He lifted his head to survey his surroundings before rising from crawling to a low run where he used foliage, vines and the trees themselves as cover to hide his motions as he carefully covered ground back. He knew she was moving in, that she would at least follow and likely try to cut him off from returning to the actual game that was being played.
That they ended up practically nose-to-nose was not surprising for him. He didn't raise his paintball gun from where it was held in his hands either. Instead, her being right there forced a stop and him to drop to one knee behind a tree to use it as cover. He rested his paintball gun on the raised knee, his finger removed from the trigger to prevent any accidental discharge.
He might have wanted to win the game, but he also was perfectly willing to set aside time for the war as well. His greatest weapon was words, and here she was right before him.]
Miss Orlova, you appear to be wearing a truce flag as your entire uniform. Or are you here showing off?