Ben Tennyson ducked behind a tree as he pumped his new Waterwarrior X170. He’d wanted the X670 but Grandpa had said the 170 was good enough. It didn’t really matter though, he had heavy artillery. He a little smirked and padded his satchel full of water balloons as he ducked out from behind the tree.
It’d been a while since he’d seen the enemy, but she was probably off someplace trying to dry off. Gwen was a lousy shot with water balloons, but her aim with the squirt guns was dead on. Ben’s ear still had water in it from their last encounter. “Gweeen… oh Gweeen…” Ben smirked a little more as he pumped his gun and stalked through the threes, national parks made great water war battlefields.” Come on out so I can soak you some more!” He snickered.
Gwen panted a bit, her water gun propped back over her damp shoulder as she side glanced around the edge of her current hiding spot. She’d heard Ben shout for her, but like hell she was going to just go charging out at him, all she had left was maybe a dozen balloons and a couple of shots in her gun, and those squirt-guns never worked too well when they were low.