"[i][color=39b54a]I'm about sick and tired of weird mists depositing me in god knows where.[/color][/i]"

Teller's thoughts were derailed and military instinct kicked in. He brought his weapon up and swept the area, his R41 and eyes sweeping the area for hostiles. He briefly considered going door to door and clearing the buildings on the immediate other side of the street, but decided against it. That was when his eyes settled on the village, and the lit structure contained within. It didn't take much thought to decide that was where he was headed, and as he approached the sign that promised alcohol quickly lured in the Captain, who hadn't had a drink since he was on base, what felt like years ago. He slung his rifle, not wanting to appear an immediate threat to anyone that may be inside, but seated his hand near the holster of his LE-21, affectionately nicknamed "Lena", as he walked in. With a few blinks, the faceplate folded and retreated into the armor, leaving the Captain's head bare as he walked in and took a seat at the bar.

Within a minute, a glass of beer was in front of the Captain, but he knew he wouldn't get to enjoy it. The Elf had stuck out as soon as Teller walked in, as obviously different from the other patrons as he was. That meant he was a fellow competitor, which meant he was likely the Captain's first enemy. However, James decided that so long as the elf didn't start the fight neither would he. Taking a swig, James fumbled with the earbuds that came from within his suit, ostensibly to allow him to listen to COM traffic without the full "helmet" engaged but mostly just used to listen to music by bored troops, himself no exception. Looking down at the screen on his armor's wrist, he selected a song [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Fulz4ytZ54]from his own playlist[/url] that seemed to fit this place. As he took another swig of beer, he looked over to his probable foe and asked "[color=39b54a]Don't s'pose you're willin to surrender, let me do whatever it is I need to do to take your...soul...without a fight?[/color]"

The elf released a chuckle at Teller's admittedly ridiculous statement, and Teller couldn't help but share the chuckle as the elf replied "[color=0072bc]Surrender to you? Why would I do that when I can win instead?[/color]"

Teller nodded as he finished the cup, saying "[color=39b54a]Oh I understand. Shame I'll have to kill you, you'd have made a good drinking buddy.[/color]" As he spoke, the Captain's hand slowly inched towards the pistol holstered on his left thigh, preparing to end the fight in one quick draw. He finished by gesturing to the drone with his free-hand, saying "[color=39b54a]Now, let's let our friend here count us down, eh? Only seems right I play my first match by the book, at least.[/color]"