With your side in the clear majority, you find it easier to move through the course without being shot at. Still, you take no chances, ducking and checking around every corner. You can tell where your sisters are by the sound of their lasers and the occasional pink flash.
The last boy who has dared to hold out against conversion has been slowly backed into a corner, but his skills with his gun keeps your team from getting closer. Something has to be done to break the stalemate. So, rather than joining up with the other girls, you circle around towards the side. At one point, you spot a sister crouching behind an obstacle, trading shots with your quarry. Using her as a distraction, you increase your pace.
Finally, you see a perfect position from which to strike, provided you can reach it without being seen. Waiting for another barrage of pink gunfire, thereby ensuring the boy would be focused on hunkering down behind his shelter, you scramble up a wall and onto the top of another obstacle. Next to it, a pillar provides some cover, and you lean up against it before peeking around. From your elevated vantage point, you watch the Asian boy firing away like a pro.
Eyeing his body, you experience a small bit of inner conflict. He’s easy on the eyes, you concede. In any other setting, you could imagine such a boy flirting with you, perhaps even asking you out. Sadly, he is currently your opponent, and his downfall is imperative. For the life of you, it seems unimaginable that anyone would wish to be on the boy’s team. The girl’s side is clearly superior, and every second this boy stays a boy is another second he remains stuck on the losing end.
Keeping this in mind, you ready your weapon and take careful aim. “It’s time for us all to be winners,” you giggle to yourself.