Dirty Situation

Being the last ones left we stared each other down. Face to face, barrel to barrel, me against him. I run out as fast as I can in mud covered boots, he sees me and tries to make his move! I hear them, coming for me trying to stop my right in my tracks. I made it, but was I tainted? Could I not have felt it? I check myself but find no problems, I made it. As I look up I catch a glimps of him, does he know where I am? As I cannot be sure I must make something happen! I aim quick and fire as fast as possible! He hears and returns fire! Back and forth we have a firefight! Who will run out first? Who will get a direct hit? I see them coming from a spot behind a piece of sheet metal. I aim for that spot and the paintballs collide with each other! I had never seen that before, but I could not admire this sight for long. So I run. Seeing the paintballs fall just short in front me I stop. Quickly aiming I shoot! I hit him! Right? I think so. I can't be sure so I hide the whistle blows and the game is over! I won! But I find out that I didn't. We just ran out of time. There was no hit, no win, just a tie, a draw. Afterwards me and my friend unite and talk about the adrenaline rush! We didn't care about the win or lack of a win. We had fun! And that was what really mattered! I had fun with my friend and was ready to go home.