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Scout crossed his arms, tapping his foot in a rhythmic pattern as he brooded. It was a rare moment to see the rambunctious Scout deep in thought but no one was willing to break it. There was a nice silence permeating the air in the lull between battles. Scout, however, was not as enthused between battles.
He had witnessed something that had made him double take in that day's earlier battle (the one of many).
The baseball bat user had seen Sniper running right out into the field, submachine and rifle placed in their proper spots on his person and his machete in hand as he had did so. Sniper had held his own for quite awhile, the entire time that Scout had been standing there astonished at the Sniper being so forward in battle before Scout had been taken out.
According to others Sniper hadn't lasted much longer after that, either.
But Scout had to wonder...
"Why did you run out in the middle of a fight, dude?" Scout inquired loudly, turning to stare expectantly at Sniper. Scout even held out his hands in some form of a mock-shrug.
Sniper blinked at him from behind his sunglasses as he remained leaning back against his seat and enjoying the peace. "Well they wouldn't expect it, that's why, lad."
"Wha...?" Sniper gave a low chuckle at the confused look upon Scout's face, though he elaborated;
"When one typically yells about a Sniper everyone looks in the distance to find 'im, lad. So I decided to try a different tactic! No one looks for the Sniper right in front of them."
"Wha- but that's-! You-! ... You're nuts!" And with that stammered shout of a response Scout turned on his heel and hurried away in disbelief at the answer.