I was running towards our flag. Desperation got in my heart every meter i got closer to it. I felt the danger of my persuers. Finally, i could see our flag. It was too good to be true, a clear runway towards the flag, i could see no enemy. I felt a relief so high. And indeed, It was too good to be true. I felt the devastating heat of a merciless predator in my flank. I turned my turret and saw the infernal breath of my enemy coming towards me. I felt a relief, but also sadness. I knew the protection of my paint would buy me enough time to reach the capture point. But eventually I would die because the enemy got his backup in the form of twins. I ran, and ran,... I heard the relieving sound of my capture and I was proud. I kept fighting for the little chance I would survive, and I almost did. I could kill the isida because of my protection, But the twins wasn't that easy to be beaten and I died...