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Splat. "Out," Barth said, clearly not too upset about it. So far these matches had been going well. Inspirational figurehead duties carried out. And he'd shot someone. He put his goggles back up on his forehead.

At Bul and Altair's heartfelt goodbye, however, his thoughts took a very strange turn. Colette, clearly injured and in need of some consolation, was less pressing to his attention than a vague, wandering image of West in a pirate outfit.

Jove whined, and resisted doing the one thing he was best at, running away. Instead he squeezed the trigger again, just as he felt a second paintball hit him in the chest. It stung just as bad as the first time.

With a whine he threw the gun in the demon's direction and sat down next to Ren to nurse his wounds. Not because he was a sore loser, of course not. Hard to lose when you had absolutely no idea what was up in the first place, he just knew the gun was not working.

He'd never say it out loud, but Damien was rooting for Jove, something about the little foxfire just made the hellhound want to support him in any way he could, even if it meant treason in his club. The sight of Altair managing yet another successful hit on the tiny boil left Demi feeling bittersweet about it. he would much rather see Jove as the last man standing, or waving around the flag in victory, not with a splatter of red paint.

His fanged smile at Bul only got wider from his question, "Really now beasty, we aren't blind, ya fancy her." he said simply after taking a sip from his own water bottle. If Bul wanted to play the oblivious role he wasn't going to stop the boil, but he wasn't going to ignore the were-elephant in the room either. "So, when are ya going to make it official?" He wasn't going to tell Bul about Jericho and himself taking down the Doll during their match.

Mostly because he couldn't think of a way to say it that didn't sound....raunchy.

Snickering at the startled drop bear, "Yes ma'am" she gave a mock salute and followed after. Thankfully, her last 'battle wound' was healed, and she was ready to go at it again.

Hurrying after the drop bear, the doll raised her weapon when spotting the enemy running for their flag. "Hold it right there!" She called out to the boil, letting loose a round from her gun.

He was going at it alone. He felt like James Bond, stalking in the fog, humming his own theme-music under his breath. AND THEN AS IF BY DIVINE INTERVENTION -- THE FLAG. ******** YEAH, HE WAS BOSS IN THIS GAME!

AND THEN JUST AS SUDDENLY...

"OH SHIIIIII--!"

OH s**t, THERE WERE TWO PEOPLE COMING TOWARDS HIM. GRABBING THE FLAG, HE STOOD THERE FOR A FEW SECONDS WITH A MORTIFIED EXPRESSION, CLUTCHING THE FLAG TO HIS CHEST AS BULLETS WHIZZED BY HIM.

And then he realized...

"Oh duh, GUN."

Fumbling with the weapon, he started spraying in Mei's direction, standing like an idiot in the exact same spot. Yeah, he didn't even dodge. Give the dog a stick, apparently he goes braindead.

"Shi---" Ducking down low as a shot fired over her head, she took aim again. "Drop it!" With that, she shot again.