A blizzard has sealed the mountain. Deep in the peach grove, only you and one rival remain.The night is too thick to see anyone - only sound betrays a position:
Gunshots ripple a sound arc - its direction points to the muzzle.
Rocks (Q) crash elsewhere, luring your rival to the wrong spot.
Megaphone (E) makes your next shots sound from somewhere else.
Seven bullets each, first to land 3 hits wins; run dry and you lose. Steps ripple the snow - within 15 m you can glimpse their glow. Win a round, and the next rival hears better in a thicker grove.