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Game plan? Ha! 

“Shoot everything that moves until it stops moving!” Est quipped in addition to Breeze’s reply, and he threw his fist in the air with overflowing vigor. One could probably wonder whether Jasper and Inadi were assigned to the wrong team. The soldier brought his hand down and fiddled with a panel on his wrist, bringing up a small hovering map of the area. As usual, the colors of the teams included in the game were listed in the legend, and since it was just the beginning-

Since he was already leaning against a broken stone pillar to begin with, Est was easily able to take cover when the robots appeared. Breeze and the humans hid behind the wall on the opposite direction; it seemed as if the robots were focused on them and didn’t notice him at all. Talk about “unknowingly giving the element of surprise to your enemy”, right? The soldier whistled and then flicked the safety pin off. 

[b][i]Bang![/b][/i]

After that initial shot, several more followed and unerringly hit their mark in the center of the synths’ heads. Breeze’s shots, coupled with either Jasper or Inadi’s, and as they paused to reload to finish off the last remaining droid, it collapsed with a loud hiss. The thick glass covering its headpiece had been shattered due to repeated headshots from Est, which was pretty much what he was aiming for in the first place. Est stared down the barrel at the whirring machines before turning to his teammates and waving them over. “Quick, I got Team Orange- blech, what an ugly color- coordinates! They’re pretty close to us, a bit off to the left in the… Ohhh, we call this site the ‘Miasma’. It’s a really creepy mini swamp. Don’t know why the bosses had a frigging swamp inside the arena but oh well. I heard they use really mud and moss too! But, let’s go, quick quick quick!” While the soldier’s voice was as cheerful as it was before, the way he was rechecking his gun and glanced around every now and then fitted the description of a somber and seasoned veteran. When the others were finished with what they wanted to do, the team headed off towards the Orange group. The surroundings, from a high, sloping meadow scattered with cracked Corinthian pillars and brick walls, slowly changed to a dour and colorless landscape. That and an unsavory green fog was now rising up a few inches from the ground, along with some dead trees and murky puddles strewn about.

“They should be around here somewhere- blast it!” The Orange team’s coordinates disappeared after a set time and it was up to their team to navigate on their own. Est, of course, was much more focused on sniping down targets, and would most probably expend his energy on those matters- and expertly too- rather than try to scout the area.