Dammit. A three-person mutual kill wasn't exactly the result Michael was hoping for, considering that the enemy team ended up benefiting from it. Sure, they took out that crazy girl, but at what cost? AT WHAT COST? They were now officially behind by one K.O. Alright, time to Ring Out the next enemy he found! HE WOULD NOT SUFFER THE DISGRACE OF-
He was interrupted by the flash of light which marked the end of the game. Dammit twice. His team had probably lost. Who'd ever heard of birds, however badass they may be, taking down a group of hardened canines? It was blasphemy, that's what it was. Blasphemy against the god of everything awesome. He'd just have to find the heretics and burn them next round.
In the meantime, though, he checked his results sheet. He had done surprisingly well, especially with accuracy, mostly due to turtling in the corner for most of the game. Hey, whatever works, works. Someone hides in a corner, you throw grenades or send a pack of dogs after them or something. Sure, those might not be options in laser tag, but still! Creativity can find a counter to any strategy!
Maybe this time he'd just wander around the arena. Be a moving target, y'know. Lightning only strikes the same person twice but loves to repeatedly bombard locations and all that. Michael had a feeling that he had gotten that wrong, but he really didn't care. It worked, however much he had twisted it to fit his own purpose. Subvert enemy technology and use it to strengthen yours! That was the Michael Mitchellson way!
Of course, he could hardly call something that would never come up in real life his "way", could he? After all-
And so he spent the remainder of his time at the Castle, alternating between laser tag and tortured similes. After he had used up his time (a full hour of laser tag went by surprisingly quick) he decided that it was about time to go. Michael checked his watch. Hm, still somewhat early. Maybe he could go bother Daniel at the bookstore, or check out if the game shop has anything interesting. He might just call it a night, after all, he could feel Mass Effect 3 calling out for him...
Go, Shepard, go. You are the Hero of Man. Blow shit up. It's in the job description.
[[Michael Mitchellson: Continued in If You Got it, Ball Out