Kitsune House (Paintball): Galad & Felicity
Fliss always nailed Galad in the crotch with the paintball gun, but she wasn't sure if there was a rule about friendly fire. So because that question hung in the air unanswered, Galad was spared. He at least got a brief glare for it. Something about getting smacked on the bottom, even lightly, made her think of how her father would do that with the family dog when he needed the Great Dane to move along.
She started forward, keeping her wits about her. It was sort of fun, and honestly, so far this was going to be the most fun she'd had all night. Her long limbs moved with lethal elegance, her eyes darting about before she heard the sound of a trigger squeaking and the whoosh of air in the firing barrel.
Fliss dropped to the ground and hear something lightly screech over her head. She rolled into a crouch and looked to Galad. She held up a finger, noting the direction from which the shot came.