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[Chat]:[Physics]: That dagger hit his butt... did it hit steel? Why did it bounce?
[Sympathy]: You guys are cold-blooded. Can't you feel a little sympathy for Maverick? Even if it is hilarious.
[TMI]: This is nothing. When my hemorrhoids burst, it felt like a heavy flow day.
[Censor]: Thank god StreamZone is co-hosting this. Otherwise, Maverick's channel would have been banned hours ago.
[Assassin]: Go, Hundred Faces! Attack the butt again! Critical Hit!
[Question]: Is he really not going to summon Nero?
Maverick huddled in the hallway of the residential building, clutching his injured glute. He had managed to pull the dagger out, but the indignity stung worse than the wound.
"Okay," Maverick panted, checking his mini-map. "Think, Maverick. Think."
Previously, there had been a swarm of Assassins. Now, there was only one chasing him. That meant Daisy and the others had done a number on them.
The lone Assassin was lurking outside. He wouldn't come in. He was waiting for backup, or for Monkey to take another shot.
Maverick looked at Elizabeth Bathory, who was groggily waking up in his arms. Her dragon tail flicked irritably.
"Ouch..." Elizabeth rubbed her head. "You are the Master of my rival? It hurts... damn Archer! How dare he ambush an Idol! I must make him pay! I'll break his bow!"
"We'll get him," Maverick promised, his eyes narrowing. "But first, I need a favor."
He looked out the shattered window. The Fuyuki Tower loomed in the distance. The sniper glare was visible.
"Elizabeth," Maverick whispered. "Can you hold a gun?"
Location: Fuyuki Tower (Rooftop)
Monkey was sweating.
He was looking through the scope of his scavenged sniper rifle. He had fired four shots at the fleeing Maverick. He had missed all four.
[Chat]:
[Garbage]: Monkey, if you can't aim, call a substitute!
[FPS]: Is this what they call "Benevolent Marksmanship"? You can't hit the enemy, but you can headshot your own team?
[Disappointment]: You wasted the perfect opportunity! The Assassin distracted them, and you missed!
[Stats]: Assassin is down to 4 clones out of 88. You guys are throwing the game.
[Lyrics]: LOOK IN MY EYES! TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE!
[Cry]: WHY BABY WHY!
Monkey grit his teeth. "Shut up, chat! I'm a fighting game player, not an FPS pro! Leading a target is hard!"
Beside him, the real Hundred Faces Hassan (the main body) emerged from the shadows. He looked frustrated.
"Master," Hassan hissed. "Should we retreat? We have lost too many clones."
"No!" Monkey argued. "If we retreat now, the sunk cost is too high. We have them pinned."
"Then I will try to flank," Hassan suggested. "Give me a grenade."
"Fine," Monkey handed him a frag grenade. "Go flush them out."
Just as Hassan prepared to move, movement caught Monkey's eye.
CLINK. CLINK.
Several round objects were thrown out of the window of the residential building below.
"Grenades!" Monkey yelled, flinching.
BOOM. BOOM.
The explosions were deafening, but they weren't frags.
White smoke billowed out, instantly filling the street and obscuring the building.
"Smoke grenades!" Monkey cursed, bringing his eye back to the scope. "He's trying to screen his movement! It doesn't matter! The smoke will clear, and I'll be waiting!"
He kept his crosshair trained on the window, waiting for a silhouette.
However, Monkey made a critical error. He was so focused on the visuals that he ignored his mini-map.
On the radar, the two overlapping red dots (Maverick and Elizabeth) had separated.
One dot stayed in the building.
The other dot was moving. Fast.
Location: The Street (Inside the Smoke)
In the residential building, Elizabeth was holding Maverick's submachine gun. She fired sporadic bursts out the window.
BANG. BANG.
She threw another flashbang.
FLASH.
"Take that!" Elizabeth shouted. "Nobody ignores my concert!"
Meanwhile, Maverick was gone.
He had activated his skill.
"Time Alter: Triple Accel!"
He burst out the back door of the building, moving like a blur. He hugged the shadows, dashing from cover to cover.
He wasn't running away. He was running toward the tower.
In military history, there is the famous tactic of Hannibal Crossing the Alps—doing the impossible to strike the enemy where they least expect it.
Maverick was doing the modern equivalent. He was executing the Ultimate Backdoor Maneuver.
He reached the base of Fuyuki Tower. The elevator was out. He hit the stairs.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
His bare feet slapped against the concrete stairs. His heart rate spiked to dangerous levels. But he didn't stop.
Location: Fuyuki Tower (Rooftop)
Monkey was still staring through his scope.
"Come on..." Monkey muttered. "Show your head..."
From the building below, gunshots continued to flash. Smoke continued to billow.
"He's still in there," Monkey concluded. "He's pinned."
[Chat]:
[Alert]: MONKEY! LOOK AT THE MAP!
[Blind]: STOP SNIPING! LOOK DOWN!
[Warning]: MAVERICK IS STEALING THE BASE!
[Speed]: He's rushing you! Run faster, Maverick!
Monkey ignored the chat. He was in the zone (or so he thought).
Suddenly, the door to the roof access burst open with a violent crash.
Monkey jumped, spinning around.
Standing there, panting, sweating, and wearing absolutely nothing but a pixelated cloud over his crotch, was Maverick.
He held a rusty iron pipe he had ripped from a wall.
"SURPRISE!" Maverick screamed.
Monkey's eyes went wide. "How?!"
"Tactics, son!"
Maverick charged.
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