WHAT A PITY
Gunshots rang out in the darkness of the night and both camps were in an atmosphere that required them to be vigilant because otherwise there would be bullets drilling their heads.
Meanwhile, Jayden and Misha were standing side by side, hiding behind a yellow cargo ship after shooting right at three of their opponents.
"Doesn't this feel like the paintball game that we played when we were kids?" Jayden commented. He looked up at the still dark sky and the rain that was still falling, though not as hard as when they came earlier.
"I don't feel like we were playing paintball at all," Misha retorted.
"Yes, of course, because you always lose to me," Jayden said.
"Just because you'll be crying all day and sulking at your mother if I beat you," Misha retorted. He then raised his eyebrows as Jayden looked at him intently, as if to say; what did you want to say again? Still dare to deny?
"I don't sulk, stop defaming me."