George Burgess 2/11/08
Creative writing sixth period

Formidable opponent

My trigger finger was moving rapidly as I tried to destroy my enemy. I could see the look of fear in his eyes through his foggy mask. Darting through the trees, he swiftly dodged my incoming paintballs. He continued to run until he reached the fort at which his allies were nesting. My opponent was not easy to identify. He had on black boots and army fatigue overalls to rest over them. In the place where his name tag should be was a tattered slip of paper which I could tell had endured many previous battles. The only letters I could make out on the paper were “J.Or”. At this time, the least of my worries was the name of this person. Instead, the only concern I had was for my safety. Pop! Pop! Pop! I heard the menacing sound of guns as a hailstorm of paintballs dropped on a nearby trench. “Five seconds left.” The official shouted. So I quickly got up and exchanged shots with the enemy. Ow! We both yelled. We had both been hit at the same time, a draw.