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What was he doing back on the field again? Ren hadn't really planned on playing another game, but he had changed his mind the last second. So, here he was, decked out in...well, just his normal clothes, since the last pillow had paint all over it and frankly he did not really want to wear the makeshift "armor" that had been haphazardly thrown together.

Maybe this time he'd be able to stay in longer than he had last time...

Ambling along through the dense fog, Ren swung the gun up so that he was holding it in both hands, preparing himself for anything that he might come across, anything he might -

Fwoomp!

Not even five minutes into the game and he had already run into something, letting out a squawk as he tumbled down. He got a mouthful of fur, and as he pushed it away from his face, Ren caught a very familiar glimpse of pale teal.

"JOVE. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

The incubus kept his teeth behind his lips, looking stubbornly away from the young mindflayer, his horns tilted forward, and jumped when he felt her strong arm curl around his shoulders, glancing over at her in surprise and glaring at her, bristling at the words he heard in his head.

"Yours, hm?" he smirked, shrugging her arm off, reaching around with his free arm to curl around her slim waist, pulling her against him. "Well, I can't say I mind that, love," Altair winked at her, matching her strides as they moved forward through the fog, cocking his gun at the ready as his vision was abruptly cut off.

Nuk nodded in Bul's direction, sidling up to him (NO HOMO) and leaning in to jerk his head down the field, the barrel of the paintball gun in one hand, the handle in the other, as if it were some kind of bazooka. He liked bazookas, ok? Although he didn't say anything, he assumed the large boil would understand what he meant -- it was smarter to have someone cover your back, and Bul seemed like a big enough guy that Nuk trusted him. Moving stealthily, he kept as low as he could, resisting the urge to sniff the ground like a dog.

He was not scooby doo, ok?

Mandy returned one toothy grin with her own, she could get with this attitude.

"Any direction is good for me." Mandy said with a shrug, starting to walk in the direction Tybalt indicated.

Shehk hadn't mind being the girl rep in previous matches. None theless, she was pleased to have someone to accompany her in this one, doing a grand sweeping motion with one arm as a 'Ladies first' to Junko.

"Let us go." she grinned, taking the lead as she moved forward cautiously, making sure to look around for anybody who may have psychic-teleported over to their side of the field yet.

Now, Riley normally had the upper hand in any situation. In fact, if she was in a situation to begin with, it was usually of her own devices. This was no exception. Therefore, when her arm was shrugged off, and Altair boldly pulled her into his arm, he very likely felt the crackle of oh no you didn't energy as it flittered through her gaze for a moment. Nevertheless, she was focused on winning the paintball match, and she knew the steps she was willing to take to get the job done.

So her eyes tilted in lieu of a small smile, and she patted the hand on her waist. So good to hear. If we're going to be partners, we're going to have to get along, after all. I don't like to lose. Something tells me you share the same opinion on the matter.