The Kungur Summer Battle. Once a year. Twelve tanks. Two flags. And one almighty contest. The losers would get nothing but disappointment and shame. Frustration was setting in as 25 seconds remained before I heard a noise. The enemy flag had been taken! I rushed out of position with Nitro to aid the Hornet. I finished wandering enemies in their base for him whilst he dashed, hurting himself twice with splash damage. Then I went right, but he went left. We had practised this! I was close to biting my nails, realising one was glued to the Up Arrow. I cleared the ramp before seeing a charging Railgun aiming at our damaged Hornet! I had one shot to make him miss with three seconds left... Boom. I opened my eyes. The Railgun had missed and we had won!