He ignored them. Round started. He ran not to Long A, but through suicide, blind as a bat. A CT in mid tried to pick him with a Deagle. Crack. The shot missed. Spider threw the flashbang at the wall, bouncing it perfectly behind the box. Pop. The CT was full-white.
But Spider didn't care. He was looking at his hand, still trembling. The Karambit was gone. The round had ended. He pulled out his knife again. Cs 1.6 Knife Skin Pack
Round 2. He bought a smoke and ran to B tunnels. Four Terrorists were rushing. He dropped the smoke at his feet, shrouding himself in grey. They fired blindly. A bullet grazed his shoulder. Then another. His screen was red. Ten HP left. He ignored them
The admin's message flashed on screen. [ADMIN] No custom skins detected. You were just lagging, Spider. A CT in mid tried to pick him with a Deagle
Spider grinned, a wild, savage grin. He picked up the fallen CT's M4, but he didn't use it. He threw it away. He switched back to the Karambit. The rest of the round, he moved like a phantom. A silent step, a flash of obsidian, the shiiing , and another body crumpled.