Rift Union

The enemy tried to pivot back, but another team had already heard the shots and moved in behind them. In a few seconds, Rift Union’s tempo was gone. “Another team left!” Ethan shouted. “Ignore them. Finish the front one,” David said, calm as a coordinate callout. Chase kept his aim locked on the one player trying hardest to retreat. He didn’t chase the farthest target, and he didn’t greed for the prettiest elimination. He did one thing only: he made sure the enemy had to show themselves at the wrong time, in the wrong place. First shot cracked the shield. Second shot stripped the overshield. Third shot closed the knock. It wasn’t flashy. It was surgical.