Hero's Charge: A Splatoon Story (Agent 4 x Splatoon)

Chapter 7: Round Two

After what felt like the longest day ever for James, he decided that this day will be a bit more chill... after his Turf War match.

James: Let's go, round 2!

Harry: Round 2!

Harrison: What's our strategy?

Max: Same as last time, but maybe a bit more aggressive.

James: True, Max. We should be flanking their turf a bit more often, especially in groups.

Harrison: Sweet.

James: Actually, Max, before we flank, and you'll know when we're about to, try to take out one of their team members from afar.

Max: You got it, boss.

James: Harrison, you're the frontrunner for flanks. Harry, you're behind him.

Harry: Roger that.

Harrison: Is that all?

James: Just want to say I'm really proud of you guys because we've come this far. This is our final exhibition match. Think of this as a warmup. We're already in the competition. This whole flanking strategy should be tested in this match. They've allowed us to communicate via headsets that they provided for us. Good luck, fellas.

Now they were ready for the second turf war match of their career. Their match was at Inkblot Art Academy. After some preparation, they were at the starting point and ready for the match ahead.

Announcer: Players, get ready. The match will begin soon.

Here we go...

Announcer: 3... 2... 1... Go!

And they came out as quick as a flying squid. They made sure to cover as much turf as they could before they met up with the other team.

Opponent: Cover that floor there!

James could hear one of the other team members, so he decided to throw an autobomb over the cover he was behind, and it landed next to them.

Opponent: What the-!

*SPLAT*

James: Booyah!

Max: I saw that. Nice one, James.

Harrison: Too easy for the ag-

James: Quiet, Harrison. The people up there can hear us.

Harrison: Right, sorry.

After some time, both teams were going back and forth trying to gain more turf, but it was too even, and no one could tell who was on top. James had an idea.

James: Hey guys, are any of you fighting?

All: Nope.

James: Well, it's flank time.

Harry: Yes! Flank time!

James: Hold back for now. Max, I hope you're on some high ground.

Max: I might be.

James: Start us off, bud.

A few seconds later, they could hear a loud splat followed by an exclamation by an opponent.

Opponent: AH-!

That was the signal to start the flank. Instantly, Harrison got into his baller, Harry started throwing curling bombs, and James made his way closer to the battlefield.

Harrison took out one, Harry took out another, it was up to James to get the final team member on that battlefield. He swam up close and activated his splashdown...