Royale Rumble

Shortly after they took out the medieval team down in the ravine, Lola, Bob, Tammy, and Stephen used the launch pad on the hill to glide to Shifty Shafts and finally put some distance between them and the storm. They were all geared up with some pretty good loot, not just by what was available but by choice. The knights had dropped more equipment than they knew what to do with. On top of that, thanks to Bob, everyone was healed up and more or less shielded. In other words, they were back in the fight.

Although the final circle was set in Lucky Landing, it was actually over Shifty where the fight seemed to be taking place. There was a massive sky base in progress, spawning purely and frantically out of intense combat. Bob couldn't make out exactly who it was up there, but he'd fought enough experienced builders during his time in these tournaments that he had a pretty good idea of who they could be.

Doesn't matter, he decided.

There were a little over fifteen people left in the competition, including his squad. And at least eight of them were here, high up in the air, fighting on what could best be described as a wood, brick, and metal mansion. Bob the Builder stood watching the unfolding battle with his arms crossed over chest, amused. A second later, he motioned to Tammy and the rookie.

"Tear it down," he told them.

Both of them grinned and broke out the heavy weapons. Stephen had a minigun. Tammy was holding an RPG. At the same time the two of them unleashed with everything they had. While they did, Bob wheeled around to Lola and pointed two fingers at his eyes, then jabbed them towards a house and shack slightly west of Shifty Shafts. She nodded and raised the scope of her bolt-action, scanning for sharpshooters.

Bob couldn't help but laugh as the makeshift mansion crumbled and all the expert players fighting atop it came tumbling down. Only then did they realize the folly of their tactics. Sure, building was the most fundamental aspect of the game, whether it be offense or defense, but it's very conspicuous. A touch of finesse can go a long way. The problem he'd noticed with these master combat carpenters is that they tended to get tunnel-vision and failed to account for the wild card in the deck. One mustn't forget that all it takes for the scissors to be thwarted of their assault on the paper is one random rock to come in and smash and dull its blades.

Lola and an enemy sharpshooter exchanged shots. The latter's round whizzed right past Bob's face. He dived for cover and noted that Tammy was right there with him, clearly having seen how close the shot had been. Stephen however, was still out there with a determined gleam in his eyes, focused solely and hosing down all survivors of the fall.

"Rookie, get down!" Bob yelled at him. "Get your ass dow-"

Pow!

Stephen grabbed his shoulder and spun to the ground. Tammy immediately tossed a canister next to him and hid him inside an opaque, gray cloud of smoke. She then tossed two more into the mess of people who fell from the sky base in order to reignite the lingering sense of panic and confusion afflicting those busily reviving teammates or fighting for the weapons and materials that the eliminated players left behind. The less people focusing fire on her squad, the better. The crowd of enemies vanished beneath the blanket of mist.

"Get him up, get him up," Tammy cried, despite Bob already charging into the smoke.

"You down the sniper?" She asked Lola.

"No, I lost him."

Tammy stepped back and looked at their position in this fight from an objective point of view. This was no better than that scrap with the knights they just came out of, maybe even worse. They had to get off the ground level. She looked around at the mountains, but recalled that the second storm was still coming in. Just as she was about to remind the others, it engulfed them all with vengeance.