I was paintballing with a large group of people, maybe fourteen of us in total. We weren't playing any particular game, just shoot and the team with the most points wins.
It just so happened to be my birthday, and so I was singled out as a target. Now, the woods we wre in were big. Really, really big. There was a decently sized stream running through the middle. It needs a bridge to cross it... mostly.
I was being hounded by four of their team. I was cut off from my guys, and had been forced to run towards the stream, but away from the bridge. I saw a trap ahead of me - a low branch, and a log were tied together. I didn't know what would happen if I touched the rope, so I waited by the tree. After about ten seconds, I noticed something - I could climb the tree.
And climb I did. Really, really fast. As I saw the four after me, they were whispering, "Has he come through here?" "No, he'd have set off the trap." "Maybe he jumped it" "Andy would have shot him." "Maybe he missed." "Andy? He's the cadets' sharpshooter champion!"
Then Andy dropped down
from the other side of the tree! . I was so surprised, I had a bloody stroke. However, he dropped onto the ground and said he hadn't seen me. (He had been looking the opposite direction from the trap)
I noticed he was standing right next to it. I dropped down onto the other side of the trap, shot, and dodged behind the tree. Now Andy is a rugby player and cricketer also. He has good reactions - he rolled towards me, through the trap. The log came down, a net went up, and he was suspended in the air. Pausing to shoot him in the arse, I sprinted. I got ten yards, full pace, before a tree in a V shape came up. Fueled by adrenaline, I vaulted through it, about a metre off the ground by the way, and kept on going. I was being pursued by five people, as another guy had seen the commotion, and I realised I wouldn't make it. I dived behind a big fallen tree, rolled and shot from the other end of it, hitting a guy twice in the helmet. He stopped to try and clean it. One down.
I started again, running between the trees, and occasionally dodging pellets that were whistling by me. I started sprinting... backwards. I was shooting randomly, and missing. I was just about to turn around again when I tripped over a root, still shooting. On my way down, one of my shots hit a guy in the throat. He stopped and tried to breathe, while I gasped at the pain in my back, and kept on running. Two down.
By now we had nearly reached the stream, and I needed to reload. Figuring I was trapped, they spread out to close in one me. Here comes the truly great bit. At full speed, I vaulted the stream. An eight to ten foot gap. I just barely landed on the bank, did an
accidental backflip and shot two of the three guys opposite me. I then ran off, as they all started shooting after me, unable to cross the river.
That left them pretty speechless, but the best bit was later, when they showed us the highlights of our six hour game. That was last, and by god were people speechless. After about a minute, they started to clap. I nailed my ankles and knees doing it though.
Since then I've started doing long jump and high jump, and apparently, I'm quite good at them.
