You must have been the guardian I faced on shores of time the other day--oh what a dance we had. He stood at B flag all by his lonesome, his eyasluna ready and waiting. I, the ever rushing ingrate, made to attack. From my position on the stairs behind the corner to the hall to B flag I waited for the opportune moment. (I, also, with my eyasluna ready) To my left an enemy assault, three shots and I laid him down [reload] A shot hits from my right. The B flag master has taken a pot shot at me. [He reloads] I fired two quick shots in his direction (missed) and returned to my corner [reload] I peaked toward B flag and a shot whizzed by my head [he reloads] I shadestep from cover and take three wild shots, two land, one registers [reload] As I sprint for cover two shots penetrate my shoulder armor [he reloads] Still he sits on my radar and I decide to chance tactics. Like a bunny version of Rambo I leap from cover, once, twice, landing in the center of the hallway, I take dead aim at his head and fire four shots. I shadestep behind the nearest wall [reload] He has disappeared from my radar, I await my advancing team hoping they will provide respite from this dance. Their help does not come. They have all gone to attack A. I decide enough of this silliness, I sprint from cover, shadestep the right, in one fluid motion readying my Saladin's vigil to disintegrate the B flag master. There he stands, on the flag itself firing wildly at me, shots are missing and going phantom and still I charge. I position myself perfectly, take aim at his feet, and... [spoiler]have no shot because I haven't reloaded my special. Saladin weeps[/spoiler] [spoiler]His teammate appears behind me and matadors me into oblivion[/spoiler] [Reload]