Try to win

Deciding that you wanted to prove that you could be just as tough as Doe, you decided to try to kick her ass. (Figuratively speaking of course.)

Keeping your position against the wall, you wait a few minutes, realizing that either way she would **** to seek you out. You peek around the corner of the wall and you make out some glowing red on what seemed to be a lithe frame of a person. You couldn't quite make out the features, but it was definitely a woman.

Hoping that it was indeed Doe, you jump out of cover, shooting the girl in front of you, hearing the bing sounds from your laser hitting her several times. She turns to face you, the little light from the ceiling shining down on her brunette hair - wait brunette hair? "Dammit! I shouldn't have listened to her!" The brunette said cried out and ran away.

Realization dawning on you, you turn around just in time to see Doe fire her gun at you, making your own armor go off a few times. "Your going to have to do better than just stand there lad!" She yells at you as she runs off laughing.

You bang your head against the wall, you didn't even consider that she would take control of the other team in order to get at you. Narrowing your eyes, you were about to chase after her, when some common sense from years of video games started to kick in. That's what she wanted you to do, instead you head in the direction of where the brunette was.

You try to keep your head down low, keeping track of your surroundings as best as possible as you run ahead. You come across a fight between the teenage boy on your team and someone from red but you pay them no mind and slip away before you're noticed.

Soon you reach the other end of the room and see the door where the red team emerged from. Following the outside wall you slowly creep forward, and eventually see Doe looking a little confused in the middle of the arena. Smiling to yourself, you shout out and shoot at her, scoring a few hits yourself before running away.

The game of cat and mouse goes on for about a half hour, both of you trying to one up the other and staying pretty even, though you lost count of where either of you were at score wise after the first couple of skirmishes.