The Lost Round

The opposition stayed disciplined. One man held the angle, the other layered the crossfire from deeper site. Mason tried to pull back to create space, but he got clipped at the edge of the smoke. He instinctively overcorrected. On the next peek he was already low enough that one bullet mattered. The chat on the right side of the screen started moving before the fight was even finished. “NA aim no brain.” “Rank demon only.” “Can’t play on LAN.” He tried to fire again, but the trade came in exactly when it was supposed to. The second defender had waited for the swing and punished the imbalance in Mason’s movement. The final bullet hit before he could reset.