Daff College

Gordon was running through the hallway. Class had finally ended, and his safety was now gone, as he checked out the plastic spoon from breakfast, which currently also served as his projectile weapon. Luckily he has saved some crappy tasting porridge from lunch, and it would serve as a threatening weapon, at least until he ran out of porridge, or the spoon broke, which could happen anytime with his young adult hands of strength.

"Shit. Fuck. Balls. Hat."

His only hope was to find a way to get to his package: He'd just ordered a Nerf dart pistol, as well as a water gun. His only ranged defense otherwise was the watergun/backpack combo weapon he'd kept even after childhood for those hot summer days.

Valentine unzipped his sports bag atop the roof of the college building, and pulled out the Jackal. He attached the barrel and scope to his rifle, then pulled back the bolt, clicked in a magazine, then slammed the bolt forward.

He looked down the sight at his target; Gordon Falco. He targeted the scope on his opponent's chest, and squeezed the trigger, the gun letting out an almighty crack as it fired.

The Outside was brutal in heat, and his weapon was hidden in the bushes. Anyone trying to come into close range was a dead, soaked wet man. But what he didn't seem to realize was the Crack Noise of the Nerf Firearm made upon firing a shot. Out of pure luck however (If you can call it luck), the young man fell forward, having tripped, and landing on the unforgiving, solid ground before him.

"Je-"

His curse was cut off when he heard the little Pop that confirmed a shot had been fired from a dart gun, when the dart would either bounce off its' target, or use its suction cup to stay on.

"Shit! It's one of those snipers. I have to get my new gun…"

Gordon pulled out a few plastic Spoons, and held them like Kunai, getting up, and carefully hurrying off towards his home, and away from the danger of the class buildings.

Valentine watched as the man stumbled forward, inadvertently dodging the dart as he did so. He cursed and racked the bolt again - it was time for his gun's range to come into play.

He fired again, now at his target's back, then without checking if he'd hit, racked the bolt and jumped off the side of the second-story building, landing on a balcony, before jumping again and hitting the ground harder than he intended to.

He got up, discovering that he'd missed - based on the fact that his target was still running - checked his gun, and started sprinting, drawing his Swarmfire in his left hand as he did so, Longshot still held in his right.

"I Got indoors: That's got to be an improvement; wait, no…gotta watch out for other close range specialists. 'Else I'm screwed."

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Gordon was running. No way in hell he'd let some punk-ass sniper gun him down. If he was gonna lose, he'd rather fail on his own terms. But once again he'd escaped the clutches of defeat by darts and hurried to get his Nerf Spectre. The water pistol, he'd conceal in his room for now. He fumbled with his keys, hurried in, locked the door, and grabbed something sharp, tearing at the box and taking out the weapons inside. He loaded up the revolver, left the stock, but kept the barrel just incase, Hidden under his shirt, as he prepared himself.

He had to get Lunch, after all. And the lines, student or not anywhere on this very day, would be hell. He opened the window, climbed out, closed it a little for some air, and headed off for a bite.

*EDIT*
Sesaro noticing the commotion remained in the dorms building to ambush his prey he noticed the person with no weapons rush by and disappeared, he had his target he hid in a doorway to not be seen and pulls out his guns for a close range attack, he saw his victim, without any delay he pursued his target to where he saw him, outside. Sesaro took a big risk but in taking out his target, he snuck around and sees his target, he prepares to attack