The desert sun beat down on the Thousand Lakes map. Smoke was closing in, and only two Brawlers remained.
El Primo spun, his mask gleaming. He tapped his heels, his movements mimicking the famous pallbearers. He wasn't just BM-ing (bad-mannering); he was inviting Colt to the final party. The desert sun beat down on the Thousand Lakes map
From somewhere across the dunes, a faint, synthesized beat began to thrum. Dun-dun-dun-dun, dun, dun-dun-dun-dun... The infectious rhythm of filled the arena. El Primo’s shoulders began to bounce. synthesized beat began to thrum. Dun-dun-dun-dun
Colt checked his ammo. One shot left. He stepped out, ready to go down in a blaze of glory. he stood perfectly still.
But El Primo didn’t charge. He didn’t leap. Instead, he stood perfectly still.