First line provided by ramblingredrose on tumblr: "It had gotten to the point where Carolina thought they were completely screwed."
In a quiet moment, she rounded on her team. "Poor defensive positioning. Friendly fire. What the hell are we even doing out there?"
"Plotting revenge on whoever invented gravity hammers," Wyoming said. He was breathing heavily, Carolina noticed, and resolved to start leaning on him to actually keep to his prescribed training regimen. He'd been slipping, lately. They'd all been slipping.
"At this point," Carolina said, "We'd probably wind up completely annihilating ourselves before getting said revenge."
"That's a little harsh," Wash said.
South standing behind him, elbowed North, who glowered. "Seriously, you guys are terrible," she said.
"South," Carolina said, "is the only valuable asset on this team at the moment."
"Oh, come on," said York. "I got the assist on that shot."
"I got the assist," said CT. "You took a direct hit to the forehead, distracting them enough for South and me to slip through."
"Well," said York, "I assisted, didn't I? Better than Maine putting that guy in the infirmary!"
Everybody looked at Maine. Maine shrugged. "Sorry," he said.
Carolina stared at him. Stared at all of them. Sighed, and shouldered her gravity hammer. "Okay, kids. Back to work. The 14th UNSC Invitational Grifball Tournament isn't gonna lose itself."