Guest had been wondering where the killer was all round, he was supposed to watch everyone's backs. Instead, he found the killer chasing some poor survivor.

That's just mean. Killers who targetted were the worst. He kicked off the ground, putting himself between them just in time to block the hit.

Guest slid back, keeping his stance firm as the mud piled up at his heels. "Not a fair fight if you ask me." He loosened his wrist and raised his hands again. "This is more like it."

He gave the other survivor a window to escape. Get out of here, he ordered mentally. He could still see them in his peripheral. Something had to be stopping them, and Guest could only block for so long. He'd taken too many hits.

"We're done here." Like a piston, his arm wound back and forth in seconds, laucnhing the killer across the map. He turned to the survivor, covered in cuts and bruises. "And now we run." He threw them over his shoulder.

He skid on the grass, ducking behind a wall to drop into the underground tunnels. Guest wiped his bloody lip with his palm. He needed to get back out there as soon as he could, but first—

"Hey, you hurt anywhere?" There had to be a reason they didn't run earlier. Before he could check them over, a white box was shoved in his face. Was that a medkit?

It was flattering, really.. But he was the last person who needed it. "Keep it." His injuries would disappear next round.