Creative Writing 1: be visual

So I’m not sure of the exact date, but I know it was around 8^th or 9^th grade. It had to have been near the summer cause that’s paintball season and it was hot as balls out side, it must have been around 100 degrees. It was a very clear day with not a cloud in the sky. And there must have been 50 teams and hundreds of fans for all of those team’s there to watch, the place was packed. My paintball team (Chain Reaction) and I were out at Central Florida Paintball, which was Sinister Paintball at the time. We were there playing in one of the paintball series they put on. We were in the middle of one of the last games in the finals, and our black and yellow uniforms had pink and green smeared paint all over them from previous games. The adrenaline was pumping and we only had 2 minutes left in the 5-minute game. We had all five of our teammates left on the field and they only had three. Our front left player, Dane, decides to move up to a bunker closer to the fifty in order to get a better view of the opponent he was about to shoot. Just as he moves up to his new bunker the other guy pops out just in time for Dane to shoot him. Now the game is five versus two. The other team is loosing and the guy that was just shot out is not very happy and decides to turn and run towards Dane, with the rest of my team still in the game and spread across the field. None of us knew why the guy was running at Dane, but it wasn’t normal, it looked as if he was going to try and fight our teammate. So in order to protect Dane, my whole team including me turns and with 30 balls a second, lights up the guy, mid run. At each paintball marker shooting 300 feet per second, the guy had nothing to do but stop and duck for cover till we stopped. After the hail of balls on the moron’s upper torso let up, he turned around, and with better judgment, walked to the dead box like he should have in the beginning. After the game was over he came over to apologize. He had so much paint on him he looked like a color wheel. You couldn’t even see his jersey through all the paint. When he lifted his shirt up to show us our damage, he had purple and blood red circle welts all over his chest and stomach. Maybe next time he will calm down and think about his actions before trying to follow through with them. We went home with 4^th place prize out of 23 teams that day which was entry to their next tournament. Not too shabby for our first major tournament as a team.