The Paintball Arena:"Enemies?" Harper took a step back then pointed his gun in the direction Leila had been facing. He was still stunned by how amazing the dome and the technology were, and it took him a while to notice the rustling of the leaves nearby. A twig was crushed beneath the sole of a metal boot and he finally noticed them—robots built like rocks with guns far larger than any of theirs.
Lizbeth raised a hand in front of them, her other hand reaching for the smoke grenade that was clipped to her belt.
"Yeppers," Aiden was speaking quietly, but there was no mistaking the cheer in his voice. "The enemy team isn't the only thing you have to look out for. Oh, and we aren't the only players around either." He held onto a device that looked like a radio, on its screen were several blinking dots of various colors. "It looks like we have an orange team and a pink team on the field too...oh and lookie here, blue team is somewhere near the ruins."
The robots were looking right and left, communicating with each other in incomprehensible sounds.
It didn't faze Aiden and he continued talking in a cheery but hushed voice. "The other teams have this tracker too so we'll need to keep moving before any of them move in on our location—oops they've spotted us." He let out a hearty laugh and pulled out pointed his pistol at the closest robot. With a flick of his thumb he turned the safety off and fired, nailing the robot right between its eyes. Red paint dripped off its head and onto it's chest and the soldier snickered.
"Target ahead," a metallic voice rumbled. "Sending coordinates to team Foxtrot..." Aiden got the robot in the chest and it staggered back.
Lizbeth's lips curled into a frown and she turned to look at Lesley and Leila. "They sent out coordinates, we better go."
"BUT LIZZIE," her partner pouted, "things are just about to get fun."
"We aren't with the rest of the platoon, these are newbies." She pulled off the smoke grenade's pin and rolled it towards the robots. Soon, the place they were in was enveloped in a blanket of odorless smoke. It wasn't hard to breath in, but their vision was obscured. As soon as the smoke filled the area the robots began to open fire and one of them managed to hit Lizbeth in the shoulder. Her health bar went down to 95 percent and she muttered something about them leaving.
Harper fell onto the grass, a bright yellow splatter visible on his chest. He was a little dazed, but it didn't hurt. Bright lights flashed across his visor:
Warning you are down to 80 percent, that was what the flashing words had said. "It doesn't hurt," Harper picked himself up and gave his friends a smile. "Were any of you sho—oh boy," he staggered back a little, fumbling with his fallen rifle.
"Back up has arrived!" Another robotic voice screeched. "Team Charlie we have reached your coordinates."
Through the waning smoke they could make out the outlines of the heavily armored robots. The sound of bolts and rusty kneecaps grew louder and one of the robots (now crimson all over) appeared before the group. "Aha! Humans spotted. Humans spotted!" He fired a flare up into the sky then aimed his machine gun at the stunned humans and guides.
Harper scrambled back, accidentally pulling the trigger. He yelped when a loud popping sound echoed across the forest. The robot before him had a bright blue stain over his face and he looked a little daze from the unexpected shot. They actually had an opening.
"Good going, we're not running now! C'mon humans, show us you've got spunk." Aiden fired two rounds at the second robot's hand and managed to disarm it, but by then the first had recovered and he lurched forward, a bright red stain on his shoulder. He could make out the outlines of two approaching robots, he fired a shot at the first one's head. "There are four of them, aim for the one with the least amount of...FOR CELERY'S SAKE!" He took a shot to the gut, his health bar dropping down to 85 percent.
Three shots rang out and the first robot fell to the ground with a clatter, it's health bar empty.
Aiden gaped. Lizebeth had shot it thrice in the head, and he made a mental note to avoid pissing his partner off. "Aim for the one with the lowest health," she finished Aiden's sentence and helped him to his feet.
The remaining robots were firing even more flares into the sky, and they erupted into an assortment of bright lights, alerting not only nearby robots but other teams near the vicinity as well. If they didn't roll out soon, it would be one hell of a brawl.