Their rivals, the “Elite Dragons” from the private school across town, had trash-talked them into a Best of 30. The prize? Ownership of the server’s admin pass for a month, and more importantly, eternal bragging rights.
Counter-Terrorists Win.
Leo had no time to switch weapons. No time to aim. cs 1.6 warzone
He fired. The AWP’s thunderclap was deafening. The kill feed flickered. [Leo] sniped [Dragon_Viper].
A shadow moved.
He heard them fanning out. One in the courtyard. One in the bookstore. One flanking through the sewer.
“I can’t see! I can’t—” Dmitri’s mic cut off as a terrorist named [Dragon_Viper] knifed him from behind. The silent, sickening shhk of the animation made Leo wince. Their rivals, the “Elite Dragons” from the private
“One in subway,” he whispered.
