"Look here, Krissie, I ain't got time for your-"

"For what? You seem to have enough time to argue with me-"

"Uh, guys?" I piped in. They turned to look at me "Goodbye," I said smiling, and gave them a little wave before I plastered them both to the walls. They obviously didn't hear my rocket launcher loading the good six rockets I shot them with.

I quickly backed up to the wall behind me, not a good idea if I ever needed to run away from a fight and recouperate, but at least they can't sneak up behind me. Suddenly, a narrow nigh-invisible lift took me up to a sniper nest of sorts. Quickly grabbing the sniper rifle there and making my way back down, I managed to take off a couple people's heads, including Blake's, before I myself got fragged.

Figuring that tactic might not work twice, plus the main hall bit of the Barricade being the hotspot for people shooting at each other, well, I better get another gun. I respawned in what I guess you could call the underbelly of the arena, so I ran along and scooped up the first weapon I saw; a Minigun.

Vive le Minigun. 'Nuff said.

After that brief killing spree, though, it seemed that Kryss and Blake (though I don't see how THAT was possible, after hearing them argue earlier) decided to team up to try and kill me as many times as possible. After being fragged a few times by them I started using the RL more frequently.

Eventually, I cornered both of them. Out of the blue, they tore off their respawning devices and dropped their weapons and then raised their arms in the air. What the hell, are they giving up on me?

I lowered my rocket launcher for a second, caught entirely off guard. "... What're you guys trying to pull?" I inquired.

"I can't go back to my homeworld defeated, it isn't very honourable," replied Kryss. "It's either I die in the tourney or become champion, and it doesn't look like I'll be getting the latter when fighting a warrior such as yourself Kyla."

I blinked. A few times. Then glanced at Blake.

"Yeah, uh, what she said," he added. "It's either frag or be killed, and I don't think I'll be able to get the attention of chicks if I get my butt continuously kicked by one. No offense."

At least he made some degree of sense. I guess they were asking me to kill them because they couldn't deal with defeat. Kryss closed her eyes. Blake gritted his teeth. I raised by RL, and fired.

I don't know why I did it, but some part of me kind of pitied them I guess. If they were killed in the tournament then they didn't have to live with defeat, or, 'dishonour' in Kryss' case. But now they don't have to worry about dishonour anymore.