Backing up into his corner, clutching his bucket tightly to his chest, he shudders as the enemy's ink closes in on his position. He was all out of ink himself, and he daren't dive in to collect more. Where were his teammates? They should have his back! Why aren't they protecting him?
Maybe it was the names he called them? Or the countless times he's bragged about how good he was?
Nah, it couldn't have been. He may be arrogant at times, but everyone knows he's a huge coward!
