He strains, peering through the drizzle deep into the tall pines, oaks and thick underbrush across the field. A megaphone-amplified yell rips through the silent, heavy air, and just as suddenly, the fortress is a mass of scrambling confusion. Piper makes a dash with three teammates, flying full-force into a crater in the sand. The enemy approaches fast, tearing through the forest. Piper, somewhat protected while lying up against the side of the ditch, shoots wildly, feeling out-numbered and determined to defend his fort.
Small yellow paintballs the size of bath beads fly through the air.
Shouts ring in Piper's ears. Another penetrating yell sounds from the distance, and as abruptly as the war began, it is over. Piper loudly complains to his team. He looks down at the barrel of his gun, noticing he already spent all 100 shots in one game. They trudge back to Rocky Creek Paintball headquarters for water.