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It began to walk sideways, a perfect strafe, its shotgun raised. Leo mirrored it, his revolver steady despite the tremble in his real-world hands, which he could still feel resting on his desk back in his room. The connection was a tether, thin but present.

It’s the go-to "stealth mode" for playing during a lunch break or study hall. 1v1lolbitbucket

They circled each other on the infinite grid. The construct faked left, then right. Leo didn't flinch. He remembered every cheap trick from the seventeen losses—the pre-fire through walls, the instant edit headshot, the jump-pump-spin maneuver. This thing didn't need to edit now. It only needed one moment of hesitation. It began to walk sideways, a perfect strafe,