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       There’s a pause, Emil’s hand pressed smoothly against the sword at his hip, back against the wall. Between the two … what would one even call it? Teams? He wasn’t sure, but … Apparently, he shouldn’t have worn blue to the red-zone.

       Eyes glittered in the darkness, watching people rush from the wall, slowly leaning out, eyes catching onto the glint of something metallic a few feet above him and— “Shit!” Emil ducked back again into hiding. Avoiding any shot that could be heard.

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