Re: Paint ball - Black Canary and Nightwing
Behind the barrier was waiting Nightwing, having rejoined the game and executing some mad dashing to get to the far side of the field. "Hey, stop trying to snipe my targets," he complained, even while shooting at his younger sibling-in-arms, more of a cover move than really trying to hit him. He flipped backward, firing again to cover his retreat with a grin before disappearing behind another barrier as well.
There was a pop and the red light went on again. Black Canary stalked out of the other side of the barrier, grinning. "You stop stalking my called target, kid."
"Aw, man," Nightwing complained while making his way toward the starting zone, gun over his head dutifully.
Black Canary meanwhile was eyeing where she knew Tim was lurking, standing with wide feet and her gun resting on her shoulder, listening closely to her gut and placing where people were.