Rambunctious adj. marked by uncontrollable exuberance: unruly
Tristana glared, her eyes fixed across the lane as she blasted an opposing minion. From behind the line of minions the hyperactive longlegs with the impractical braids and proportionally small rocket launcher pranced around, giggling.
Giggling. Please. Those bullets the girl was shooting weren't even as big as her disproportionally tiny head. It must be a blood flow problem with all that extraneous body mass that made longlegs gets excited over such little things.
And her marksmanship was atrocious. She would have been kicked out of the Commandos for wasting all that ammo.
The girl shot a round of bullets, then switched to her undersized rocket launcher. Tristana caught her eye and shot an explosive charge at a cannon minion, sending smoking shards of wood and cloth ricocheting off the ledges of the lanes. She smiled at the opposing gunner.
Alistar signaled that he needed to return to base. He passed Tristana on the way back to the tower, his massive hand engulfing her shoulder and holding her still through Boomer's recoil as she took down another minion. His voice rumbled, "I know she's infuriating, but try not to do anything too rash."
Tristana surveyed the situation. The girl continued running willy nilly through the oncoming minions, and Lulu was skipping around behind her. Tristana had never gotten a clear read on that Yordle, though her erratic movements made for effective evasive maneuvers.
The last minions were picked off, and now it was just the three of them in the lane.
Jinx suddenly pivoted to face her, fingers twitching at the guns at her side. Tristana set down Boomer, and readied herself. She would not have it said that a Megling Commando could only beat a common criminal by taking the advantage.
Lulu conjured a tumbleweed to roll between them and danced back to her tower. Now it was just the two of them.
The minions streamed around her and her opponent. When the waves hit, she knew by unspoken agreement, that was when the firefight would start. Her trigger finger twitched.
The two waves hit and both gunwomen sprang into motion.
The girl's rocket exploded off to Tristana's right as she ran forward. Tristana's own blast caught the girl's braid and boot, singeing her bright hair black and spinning her slightly as she jumped out of the way with a whoop. Tristana easily vaulted the traps her opponent left behind, bringing her gun up as she landed.
She met the barrel of that ridiculous shark rocket launcher with Boomer. The longlegs quirked an eye at her. Apparently they had the same idea.
Neither would get to see the explosion until the replay, but that didn't mean it wasn't worth it.
Alistar gave her a disapproving look when Tristana returned to lane. Still, she took a moment to share a smile with her long legged opponent before shooting her in the face with her cannon.