Max: There's probably just a few guys left.
Ken: Hmph.
The air of the room had returned to its normal tensity.
There was no need for them all to keep quiet, as, having eliminated their previous adversaries, and having survived for as long as he had, there was hardly anyone left to battle Max.
And so, his character simply ran across the games incredible landscape for several minutes, searching for the enemy.
Max: Man... where is he?
Ken: (sighs) Who knows?
While the initial intrigue, given the earlier intensity of the situation had died down, the teens and mother were still quite attentive to what was going on.
Luke: Hey.... can't you just... heal or something.
Max and Ken: No.
Luke: Hmm?
In the arduous game that was Warring Dimensia 2, a heal was hard to come by.
Ken: There are healing items, but, by now... they're probably all gone.
Luke: Hmm?
Ken: Which reminds me...
Max: Hmph.
And at that point, Max turned straight back to his original position.
Luke: Hmmm?
Rose: What are you doing?
Ken: If any player did just so happen to hear the grenades go off, then....
Luke: Oh...
It made sense to flee the scene asn quickly as possible.
But it also made sense, to watch from a distance.
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After all, what where the odds...
Max: There!
And there it was.
Another enemy player was on his way to the same area he'd been in before.
However, he hadn't spotted Max yet.
Max hurriedly rushed his character to a hiding spot and prepared his sniper.
Rose immediately winced.
Luke: Woah...
Ken: Hmph. Warring Dimensia 2. In this game... strategy is everything.
Max kept his characters gun pointed him, all the while hidden in a bush.
Ken: He hasn't found a thing.
Max: Hmph.
The tensity slowly begun to return to the room as Max slowly aimed his gun at the enemy.
Sure enough, he had an advantage, but a single misplay could spell danger for him, given his low health.
But, given a few moments, he had the opponent in his sniper crosshair.
Max: Got 'em.
Ken: Hmph.
However, Max did not shoot his target.
Ken's eyes were on the screen as a few moments passed, and just before he could question Max's lack of action....
Max: Hey, Ken?
Ken: Hmm?
He turned, only to find Max pointing his player at him.
Max: How about we take him down... together?
Ken: Hmm?
To say that the gesture was unexpected was an understatement.
Not just to Ken, but also... to the rest of them.
Max being that kind.
To be fair, he hadn't been especially mean, but... him... being that kind.
This hardy, rough and tumble teenage boy.
Him of all people?
Even he himself was a little embarrassed to ask.
But, to Max, it didn't seem right to take a victory when his own ally had sacrificed himself to get it for him.
It was just... unfair.
And unjust and again... didn't feel right..
Rose: (gasp) Max!?
Luke: (thinking: This guy.... So he does know a thing or two about camarederie after all.)
Tiffany: (thinking: Max....)
The mother herself almost stuttered.
Julianne: (thinking: That's... that's ma boy...)
And Ken simply, somewhat surprised, paused for a moment... before smiling and....
Ken: Sure.
They both placed their hands on the same control pad.
Ken: I'll control the crosshair and...
Max: Got it!
And Max would control the bullet.
Rose immediately forced her hands on her mouth and winced loudly. She was particularly excited.
And as for the rest of them, as they couldn't help themselves, they found themselves inching towards the screen.
Be it their eyes, their ears, even their hands and feet.
Their entire bodies had primed themselves to pay attention to what was going on.
After all, this moment was tense, but not for the same reason as their rush to 50 kills before.
To explain it, the scene was simply moving.
And so, perhaps in a philosophical sense, what is movement?
Moving, would obviously, presuppose that something is in motion.
And as for motion, in and of itself, it remains an incredible thing.
When an object is in motion, seeing as most objects, at least from our perspective, aren't in motion, it catches our eyes.
Say, for example, the first time you see a cat walk.
You couldn't help but keep watching. After all, it's the first time you've seen something like that walk before.
It's the first time you've seen something like that move before.
So it is with, say, a man, whirling a large ball attached to a string around himself, perhaps in a particularly haphazard way.
In this case, even though there is the danger of getting hit by said ball, one can't help but look in its direction.
Simply put, movements in the physical realm move the physical eye.
So, perhaps movements in the metaphysical realm would move the heart.
Say, for example, a mother with a newborn child with her arms. The "movement of her love" is brutally visible even to those who've never known her.
It is something no one can argue about.
Or, perhaps, in a funeral.
The movement of their pain is also quite hard to miss. The tears flowing from the deceased's loved ones and their words in sorrow could make any man, woman or child at the very least stop for a moment, as their heart is moved, or touched as some would say.
Or, in this case, a particularly non too touchy feely teenage boy and a particularly non too kindly teenage boy, taking a moment to take the enemy down together, simply because they'd been working together.
This moment of rare camaraderie did not go unnoticed by any of them... but also... not by any of their hearts.
And as such, they all remained silent.
Julianne was, as most mothers would be, tempted to take a photo of the pair at that very moment.
It was a sweet moment, after all.
But no.
She knew better than to interrupt that moment.
And so, like a wise mother....
Julianne: (thinking: I'll take a photo after...)
... she did as wise mothers do.
