Timothy Eight
I heard several thuds as paintballs met armor on the field around us. I shot only when Emi told me to, glad for once that my old step-dad had been in the military and had taught me military code-speak. I shot one after another, still hoping I wasn't missing as much shots as I thought I was. Emi's voice was full of joy, and she sounded like she was really enjoying herself. Even though I knew Deathball was considered serious business, I couldn't help but find that I was enjoying myself too. I smiled as Emi shouted "Hades, Five 'o seven!" and I ducked out from behind the rock, firing off a shot before ducking back beside Emi. I heard loud swearing, and was glad to hear I had hit one of my Pluto half-brothers. By the sound of it, it sounded like Noah. I grinned at Emi, firing off another shot at her command. My static like vision was nothing but a blur of extremely bright and dark colors, all meshing together in an undescribable combination, still too blurry for me to make anything out but a static mess. I shrugged, continuing to fire as Emi shouted out her military commands to me. I was aware that I was letting my guard down, bit by bit, but not paying attention enough to try and get it back up as paintballs rained down on us.
