A Lively Competition
The duo on watch duty continuously did their best, until soon, they heard a strange noise behind them.
Instantly, their pupils dilated.
As trained Baymardians, it didn't take long to figure things out.
Dammit!
They reached for their weapons as fast as they could.
Sadly, it was too late.
Yan's team unearthed their camouflaged foliages, shooting them right clean.
Bang.
You're dead."
The men all looked at Yan hatefully, thinking of their predicament.
"How? How did you do it?"
It's been hours since they guarded this post.
And so far, they had apprehended quite a few, scouting incoming teams and sending reports for the closest ground team to take those ones out.
As scouts, they did what scouts did, not getting involved with the overall battle.
Their job was passing intel along.
And only if necessary would they make a move.
"How?"