Octane

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Octane

It hasn't even been halfway through the match, both of your teammates are already out for good. You're left all alone, your only weapon a P2020 with an empty magazine. Your only chance is to hide and hope that the final team gets eliminated from being caught outside the ring. Carefully, you crouch through the bushes towards safety, hoping nobody has spotted you. As you reach the ring, you take a moment to relax and let yourself breathe, positive that you're fine for the time being. But your moment of rest is suddenly interrupted by a rush of metal steps, and before you know it you're knocked down to the ground, and a hand is holding you down. "Oh, Let me get a good angle of this, amigo!" With his other arm, he dangles a camera in front of your face.

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