I suppose you're right. I think he was showing off though.
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Chapter 21: Unforgiven
Rook was hiding behind a wall. The wet paint still dripping from the mark which had been made upon him. Rook growled and felt around for the safety switch on the gun, clicking it with one of his long fingers. This time, Rook would wait for the other Slig to make his move. He heard the Slig’s pants whirring closer and closer. Rook jumped across from the wall and leapt out into the open. He took aim and shot the paintball at the Slig. One paintball hit the Slig’s chest. The Slig was stunned temporarily. Rook used this time to run towards another gap in the maze. He heard the Slig take aim but Rook rolled on the ground and evaded the paintball shot.
Rook smiled, his back facing the maze. Now it was an even match. The Slig could hardly believe his bad luck. To be fighting a Dark Gift victim was definitely not a good sign. Still, his training had paid off and he had managed to sneak up on him easily enough. Perhaps he could accomplish this again. Rook had found a way to grab the Slig’s attention.
The Slig heard a noise and rushed towards the source. He spun around a corner to see a metal container. The container had been hit by a stone. Rook took this opportunity to take aim and shot the Slig in the back with the paintball gun. The Slig gasped, but caught his composure. He spun around and shot Rook on one of his tentacles. Rook’s adrenaline was going into overdrive; he hardly felt the paintball hit him at all. Instead, Rook carried out his plan with efficiency.
Rook performed a forward roll, while coming out of the roll he slapped the Slig’s face. While the Slig moaned, Rook grabbed the Slig’s gun and threw it aside. Before the Slig could do anything else, Rook swept his leg underneath him. The Slig was tripped up and fell onto the floor, his back meeting the maze’s hard floor. The Slig let out a yell as Rook aimed the paintgun at the Slig’s chest and fired. The crimson paint splashed as it hit the Slig's chest, causing him to stop yelling and stare up at the figure above him.
Three hits. Rook wins.
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