Back in the bad old days of CS 1.5, I was a CT on the "Assault" map (one of my favourites, despite the camping-heavy tones)
I'd managed to stay alive on the roof until there was just 1 pesky terrorist remaining, who was crouching in the corner at the back door of the warehouse with an AK47. After a few quick exchanges that resulted in me being shot a few times, I ran out of ammo for my M4. Taking a few seconds to compose myself, I had an idea. I discarded my M4, essentially 'throwing' it towards the guy in the corner, and as it fell down towards him, I strafed out towards the ladder, and leapt off the roof toting my Deagle, and let rip with .50 calibre death. The distraction of the falling M4 (which he'd mistaken for a grenade), left me to take him out nicely before hitting the ground (with 2hp remaining!)
My only regret is that nobody was with me when it happened, but the praise of my team-mates was enough. Ahh... makes me feel warm inside.
I'd managed to stay alive on the roof until there was just 1 pesky terrorist remaining, who was crouching in the corner at the back door of the warehouse with an AK47. After a few quick exchanges that resulted in me being shot a few times, I ran out of ammo for my M4. Taking a few seconds to compose myself, I had an idea. I discarded my M4, essentially 'throwing' it towards the guy in the corner, and as it fell down towards him, I strafed out towards the ladder, and leapt off the roof toting my Deagle, and let rip with .50 calibre death. The distraction of the falling M4 (which he'd mistaken for a grenade), left me to take him out nicely before hitting the ground (with 2hp remaining!)
My only regret is that nobody was with me when it happened, but the praise of my team-mates was enough. Ahh... makes me feel warm inside.