Dang it, not again! Lars pouted. Another one of his ser beams failed to reach Trever. His timing should’ve spot-on, but Trever still got outta range i microsed. What a mad d.

  "Phew, close!" Trever exhaled in relief. That ser beam nearly grazed him.

  "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Aron asked. "Your stunt looks needlessly risky."

  "Well, tell me, genius, how else you suggest I drag that Turret over here? That kid joihe dark side, I'm telling ya. He became one of these cheap turtling Elf pyers. Absolutely disgusting."

  "So, your idea is to py a risky peek-a-boo against him?"

  "Don't worry, I got this!" Trever cimed. "I've used this strat on a bunch of cheap Elves. It always gets to them eventually. These turtling bastards are always thirsty fetting some hits in. They 't resist it when you tempt them over and over like this."

  "To me, it looks like you're asking to be shot," Aron frowned.

  "Don't worry, he won't hit. Trust me, I'm a pro Elf-syer."

  "If you say so," Aron wasn't vinced in the slightest but he went along with it for now. Trever might be an idiot, but he usually knew what he was doing when it came to Cssmancers, especially to 1v1s. It was safe to leave this oo him. Probably.

  Meanwhile, Aron tinued his rotation toward Bot. Hopefully, by the time he gets there, he'll have a juicy target to gank.

  Dang, dude is good. Lars clicked his tongue. While he was whiffing shots left and right, Trever has been sneaking shots on Lars's minions. By now, half of Lars's army has vanished without a trace, while Trever's remained almost entirely healthy. This was going south fast.

  Okay, looks like we're pying that kind of game. Lars smirked. This was a challenge and Lars gonna accept it without batting an eye. He gonna find a way to nd shots on this professionally trained Elf-killer!

  Okay, just as he gets closer, I also step in and then...! ZAP! Lars fired a ser beam. This ota reach for sure!

  ... but, it whiffed. The ser beam vanished into thin air right befrazing Trever. So close, yet sah!!!

  Getting hotter. Trever smiled nervously. A drop of sweat formed on his forehead after seeing that shot. It was too close to fort. Trever was so surprised he fot to take advantage of Lar’s whiff and didn't shoot any minions this time.

  Lars was catg on. But of course, leave it to Lars to figure a ter in the heat of battle. This was the first time Trever used this baiting strat against Lars's Elf, and it might evehe first time the kid es across su Elf-ter py. heless, he already found the answer.

  He's only going to get faster from here on. Trever predicted. Which means, I gotta py it safer.

  Okay, he's about to do his thing again. Lars carefully watched the movements of Trever's legs. As soon as he sees a twitch, he gonna go for it!

  Okay, there! Lars took a step forward and fired a ser beam. This time, it had to hit! Yet, it didn't...

  "What the...?" Lars mumbled. What gives!? I totally had him, yo! The game gotta be ag up or something.

  Phew, still safe. Trever exhaled in relief. This time, he only took a half-step forward before immediately retreating. That little trick threw off Lars's timing just enough.

  ht. Almost fot to shoot the minion. Trever fired at the st enemy swordsma standing. He had to deliver at least one shot on enemy minions every time Lars whiffed a shot. Doing so put Lars on a timer. The moment the kid loses his entire army, he'll also lose this golden opportunity to get “easy shots” on Trever, as he’d have to retreat.

  Lars surely khat, so it put pressure on him. The kid was going to snap any moment now. Any moment.

  "Man, this dude over there, I’m tellin’ ya" Lars grinned awkwardly. This was one heck of a high-level challe was hard to tell for sure from this distance, but Trever probably employed some tricks to throw off Lars's timing and sense of distance. So, even though at first g looked like Lars had many golden opportuo nd easy shots, Trever made sure that wasn’t the case.

  To make things worse, Lars’s minion wave was running out of gas. The st swordsman was about to fall, theire enemy wave will run over his bowmen. This ain't looking swell.

  Do I just ignore his derpy distras and focus on farming? That tion. Lars has barely attacked enemy minions during this wave, so the enemy’s army was still big ahy. He gotta start clearing them eventually. The earlier he starts, the better.

  However, doing so meant giving up on this juicy opportunity to score a bunch of hits on Trever. Gah, this was such a tough dilemma!

  If Lars is lucky enough, he'll need like three crits to smack Trever outta existence. And then, he'll finally be able to take over the ne! He had to pull it off somehow...!

  Well then, if ya gonna keep running bad forth like some sneaky cat, I just gonna go e at ya! Lars started moving forward. But, he moved slow. Like, painfully slow. So slow that he almost couldn’t tell whether he was really advang or not.

  Such was the payoff for the amazing range during Elven Sight. The skill grahe ability to snipe people across half the ne and first-person view for extra accuracy, but the Elf’s movement became like that of an iurtle. The slowdown on this thing was like 80%, no kidding.

  Fortunately, just a couple of steps should be good enough. That should elimihe small extra distance his ser beams failed to cross. And now, he gonna shoot! This time it gonna hit for sure!

  You ain't hittih that shit. Trever stepped away from the shot and made it whiff. hinking there, but you ain't gonna close the distaween us when you're moving like a brick stu mud. I see your every move!

  Dang, I'm too slow. Lars twisted his lips. What do?

  The idea of closing the distance was good, but it didn't quite work. Trever easily reacted to the slow movement and slightly retreated to maintain the same distahere was no doubt this dude trained for years in order perfect this aeique.

  Meanwhile, Lars was just scrubbing it out here in the field. It was the first time an oppo used such a bold teique against his Elf. So, he ractically figuring things out on the fly.

  But, no problem! He still had his range. He just had to make Trever misstep somehow. Ezpz.

  If ya gonna backpedal all day, I'mma just snipe yo bois. Trever shifted his focus to the minion wave and fired at the bowmen in the back. Zap! The ser beam exploded hard in the bowman’s face. A critical hit! Deleted that bowman from existence.

  Not gonrying? Smart. Trever was deeply impressed. If this were the Lars from a few months ago, that kid would have kept attag for sure. After all, Lars alyed like a beast hungering for kills.

  But, today's Lars atient and had some actual deaking going for him. It seemed the brat was growing up to be a fine man.

  I raised that boy. Trever felt proud. After all, he has spent more time training with Lars in the club than anybody else. They and Taisoo py 1v1v1 for hood times.

  Heh, this sure makes things more iing. Trever grinned. Lars was supposed to chase Trever like a fool a baited toward the jungle, but the brat decided to py smart today. That threw a wren Trever’s pns.

  But, that’s how things gotta be! Where’s the fuhere’s no challenge, right? If Lars even dared to dream about getting anywhere in the regionals this year, he better be able to do at least this much.

  Now, the ball was in Trever’s cain. How should he respond to Lars’s ter? For this bait tactic to work, he had to vince Lars to advance as close as possible toward the jungle. And, for that, he had to put himself within Lars’s attack range in a ving manner, even more ving than before.

  “Telling yht now,” Trever turo Aron. “Dragging this turtle all the way to the jungle might be asking for too much. I get him to the entra best.”

  “Got it,” Aron nodded. “I’ll get closer then.”

  “Okay the’s get this little party started!” Trever grihis was a do-or-die. A single misstep will cost him dearly, possibly his life.

  On sed thought, maybe I should give up on this? With all said and do’s Lars I’m dealing with. Trever gulped. A shiver danced on his skin. Nah, I ain’t no quitter. In for a penny, in for a pound. Let’s settle this!

  Trever charged in! He ran straight at Lars, who was currently busy sniping the bowmen.

  “ing from the front door!?” Lars jumped. His first-person field of view was focused on the minions, so he only saw Trever’s figure at the very er of the s. And, that figure suddenly grew bigger!

  I see you’re finally doh ‘em tricks. Lars smiled dangerously. Okay, let’s settle this!

  Lars shifted his aim toward the ining enemy. From this range, he gonna hit Trever for sure. There was no way dude could step outa ra the st moment this time, he ioo far for that. It was over, yooooooooo!

  Zap! A ser beam darted at Trever! It gonna hit for sure!

  No dice, kid. Trever saw it ing and rolled aside.

  Dang it! Yood, but...! Lars immediately shifted his aim ahead of the rolling Pirate. He just gotta srever the moment the dude recovers from the roll! Yeah, right there! Zip zap zup!

  You and your damn aimbot...! Trever backpedaled as quickly as humanly possible upon rec, but it was to no avail. Lars's aim itch-perfect, especially with the first-person view of Elven Sight. It was undodgeable.

  Whish! 15% HP gone. Luckily, it wasn't a critical hit. One of those bad boys would wreck Trever i. Phew, safe. Still, this was a terrible situation for him to fight in.

  heless, Trever had to press on. He gonna swim through this disadvantageous current and emerge victorious! It sucked he couldn't fight Lars head-on in a fair duel, but that's what you get when fighting a led turtle. Gotta py dirty and lure them to their deaths with a little bit of trickery.

  Not my favorite pystyle, but it not my fault. Trever shrugged. Bme yourself for pying that disgusting Elf. I gonna mop the floor with your Elf!

  Trever braced himself and started... retreating! Yeah, that's right. Retreating right in the enemy's face was the ingenious pn for beating this pesky Elf. It sounded dumb, but it was a legit tactic.

  By getting this close, Trever forced Lars to pay attention to him and ighe fmes of battle. Naturally, Lars took the bait and immediately switched gears into bat mode. There was no doubt the brat will keep firing at Trever.

  And, ohe target gets slightly out e, Lars will step forward. Just like that, oep at a time to keep Terver within rahese slow steps will add up and before long Lars will find himself in front of the juhat was the brilliant bait pn.

  "Ya ain't getting away, yo!" Lars fired at the fleeing target. Whish! The ser beam cut through empty air. "Dang it, yo! Stop moving so much, dude!"

  Even with Lars's 200% accuracy, it was difficult to nd sistent hits on a top-level juker like Trever. Dude was zig-zagging like a fly on steroids.

  Heh, been a while since I fought a dude who dodge shots like that. Lars grihis was the epitome of high-level bat right there! Few oppos gave a hard time to Lars's fwless aiming, but Trever was definitely one of them. A worthy oppo, no doubt.

  But, I ain’t gon you keep doing that all day! Lars shifted his aim at the st moment. If ya always gonna switch dires once you hear the shot, I'mma just adjust my aim to that!

  Instead of predig where Trever was going to be in the moment, Lars estimated where Trever will end up after switg dires at the st moment. In other words, he predicted the predi Trever was gonna make! Predi-ceptio's gooooo! ZAP!

  Should be about now. Trever didn't ge his dire this time. He kept running straight along the predictable route. Normally, that'd be the silly thing to do. However, against a highly skilled oppo like Lars... Whish! The ser beam flew right past him. It missed..

  "Heh, read you like a book, kid," Trever smirked. They have fought each other enough for Trever to get a good feel for Lars's quirks. The kid was always quick to adjust and start predig his prey's juking, it usually worked well for him. But, that meant all Trever had to do redict the predi Lars was gonna make about his owion! The outpys were real!

  "Yo freakin'...!" Lars returo shooting along the predictable straight line. Whish! Another miss!

  Too predictable, kid. Trever snickered. You gotta mix things up better.

  So, we’re pying that game, huh. Lars nodded. Okay, you're on!

  So, what was i? Straight or dire ge? Well, surely Trever won't keep running in a straight lihri a rht? Then, it had to be a dire ge!

  Zap! Missed. Trever kept running in a straight line for the third time. What an absolute mad d! The poker mind games were real.

  "Okay, the I'll- Whoa! Craaaap!" Before Lars realized, enemy minions swarmed him! The little dudes got mad at how Lars hit Trever a few seds ago and came seeking revehis ain't good, yo! The bowmen already nded a few shots on him and the swordsmen were about to ram him as well!

  Fortunately, Lars came prepared. He rolled away from the minions in the dire of his prey. Theivated Camoufge, a Utility Skill he bought back wheuro base.

  A yer of fog veiled his body for a moment and the minions fot he ever existed. It was the same effect as in all these stealth games, in which the guards pletely fot the pyer exists once he leaves their field of view.

  Since Lars also rolled outside the minions’ aggre against pyers, they didn't resume targeting him. Instead, the little dudes marched toward his tower.

  Okay, back to shooting Trever! Lars had to give up on his Elven Sight stance for the sake of exeg that Dodge Roll, but that didn't mean he was going to give up on the chase, far from it.

  He has already brought Trever down to 70%, so he had a huge life lead. Not to mention, he also had the threat of critical hits on his side. So, no ce Trever gonna win against these odds!

  Let's see ya try winning this! Lars went all in!

  Good shit. Trever nodded as he turned around to assess the situation. An Elf without Eleven Sight was just a subpar Carry. Trever could easily test an Elf like that.

  But, he wasn't going to. After all, he’d still have to deal with Lars here. Even without Elven Sight, this brat was going to pose a challenge for sure.

  I mean, I'm sure I beat him no problem. Trever o himself. But, let's just go for the guaranteed kill instead of risking it on something ued. This kid has gotten lucky against me before, so anything is possible.

  And so, Trever kept running toward the jungle. His bait tactic was about to work out. Lars was already halfway there. Just a little more and Aron will be in a position to jump him!

  Sorry, but it’s over for ya, turtle boy!

  DarkestCymore