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Grave lay in shock for a moment. He looked down at his clothes to find they were covered in bubbling pools of...no, not blood. Though the paint on his hands where he'd touched the sore spot had been red. This one was green, that blue, this black. Grave wheezed and firing blindly behind himself where the last three shots had come from, he fired two shots in retaliation and then made a mad dash for the cover of a stack of hay. He paused and wheezed. His ribs felt bruised. He peeked out cautiously to see who it was that had fired at him so ruthlessly. Shot from behind, by the Metatrons!! It was Aysel, that insufferable Melancholic. Damn that Aysel. Grave hoped that at least one of his shots had hit her.
It was then he noticed Elanin crouching behind some cover to his left. Grave loaded his gun, aimed across his chest at the Choleric girl and fired off a third shot.

Ubel tried to duck out of hiding, only to yelp when he was hit.

Perhaps he should attempt to be more quiet.

It was a good plan, it was.

So he crawled around - there was a bath due after this, definitely - and searched for a new place to hide, eventually crawling inside of a concrete tube.

Soon enough, he spotted Aysel and grinned, aiming and firing two shots at her.

Jumps quite suddenly as Kallisto shoots at him (I think it was Nadyrr you were referring to) point blank. Eyes still a little wide he thanks whoever is listening that the shot didn't go off, tumbling backwards he lets a shot off at her as he ducks out from behind the bale and attempts to find a better spot.

Aysel cringed as four different paint explosions splattered over her. Peering down, she sighed. All white and yellow. It didn't even match her clothing! Spotting Ubel as one of her assailants, she fired a shot at him, and then another at Grave.

(( 7 shots used ))

Grave felt the wind knock out of him as the dud hit. He felt his lungs collapse, his torso crumple, and he fell to the dirt, clutching at his ribs. Ooooowwww.....
He barely noticed when the following two shots landed on his leg and hip, spattering into colour. When his breath came back into his lungs, he loaded his gun, fingers trembling and with a howl of a yell, fired back at Elanin once, before charging forward into the open to jump over a barrel and drop down into an eclosure of plastic barracades. He clutched at his chest, the pain still smarting, and feeling the welt even through his clothes. He crouched on his knees and took a look out at the arena. Who was visible? Grave caught sight of a girl's boot sticking out from behind a stack of hay and fired once, and then fired again.

As Kallisto watched, a rather angered Grave charged out from his hiding place. That was an image she wasn't expecting. Frowning, she noticed the look of pain in eyes and the variety of splatters over his clothing. To shoot or not to shoot.... Movement caught Kallisto's eye but in order to shoot at Ubel as he crawled around she'd have to roll from cover to cover.

A quick glance revealed Grave was out of sight.... which meant a shoot and roll maneouvre for Kallisto. Firing only one shot as she dodged to another covering, this time behind another bale of hay, she panted. So earlier and already this worked up. It made her smile.

Ubel whined and curled up as he was shot at, trying to defend himself.

Aysel, clearly, was pissed at him. Quickly, he scrambled from the concrete tube, rushing and dropping his body to slide through an open space, behind a few boards, peeking out carefully. Kalisto was spotted from his new hiding place. A shot fired.

He twisted slightly and saw Aysel. Another shot fired.