He heard them reloading.

And stopped breathing.

The fourth Terrorist, the last alive, screamed into his mic and ran. He didn't make it two steps. The knife flew from Spider's hand in a perfect, slow-motion arc. It buried itself between his shoulder blades. He fell face-first into the dust.

> next map, inferno. I'm going knife only.

Silence on the voice channel. Then, chaos. "SPIDER! SPIDER! KYA KAR DIYA!" His teammates were losing their minds. The other team was accusing him of using a "super-knife" hack. The admin froze the server.

But Spider didn't care. He was looking at his hand, still trembling. The Karambit was gone. The round had ended. He pulled out his knife again.