Half an hour passed, and Elliot had already had subtle ragged breathing; their actions led to incessant chase between different squads they found. However, as agile as they were, they left unscathed.
Whizzing wind currents slammed his face as they moved from place to place, and from the endless projectiles aimed at their backs, he gritted his teeth as he resisted several sears and blasts that made, rushing faster than he was then.
If he was a step slower, then he would've met his demise long ago.
'This shouldn't go on for long.' Withal, he inwardly cursed. He then peered to the side, and Draya's face flushed from breathing as well as squinching her forehead.
As the round progresses, the dynamics of the game change. Most started to switch their stratagems.
If the squad member concedes from a capture, then one must surrender a quarter of their contribution to the opposing team.
The time remaining was a perfect start.
