Bro.
Seven picked up the Odin and suddenly thinks he’s Brawk’s long-lost apprentice. Man’s out here holding W and left-click like he’s mowing a lawn instead of clearing a site. Every round it’s just brrrrrrr through three layers of wall like he’s trying to contact the other team by Morse code. We get it, you saw the NRG clip — but maybe try using a rifle before the scoreboard starts looking like a woodworking class: all blanks and sawdust