The arena seems quiet. Too quiet. You sneak up to the corner, strain your ears and pick up the sound of muffled footsteps.
The second you turn the corner, you realise it’s a trap. The area is empty, you swivel around to see two enemy soldiers rushing towards you. Your mind processes the threat at light speed, before you consciously make the decision, your finger pulls the trigger.
A yell of surprise follows the burst of green paint that hits them square in the chest. You pull off your mask, joining in the laughter. Over the sound of cheering from the viewing gallery, you hear your team chant your name with a new title- Paintball King.