As I take another shot to the head I risk moving to look Wyatt in the eye. "Any day now big guy." He huffed a laugh and started to move again. "Whoa! This sh*t is slippery." he shouts in my ear as his foot almost slips off the rope in front of him.

"Don't try and step, slide your feet like ice skating, same with your hands. Move quickly, they've stopped shooting, probably to reload." I say to the pair behind us as much as to Wyatt.

We finally make it to the platform, but the trainers have reloaded and now we have to make it down among the new wave of paintballs. As Wyatt sets me down I notice more than half our team is still up here.

"What are you guys waiting for, an invitation? Get down the ladder!" I shout at them.

jump like coming out of a trance and start to scramble down one at a time. It's still slow going now that the trainers have targeted the rungs o the

and then we take off running. I keep up with Wyatt, not

the course, and faster than team one. Both teams used the one-by-one method all of you have been practicing for the last few weeks. Team three, you chose to try a different method, which earned you an

"As a team the buddy system was getting us across faster than the one-by-one method, but that also made the human backpacks vulnerable to other outside attacks. The paintballs were used

team three adjust to

partners crossing the bridge, which lowered the risk of falling, but the riders took an onslaught of

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