lol, I don't play videogames anymore and haven't for a long time, but this gives me memories of junior high P.E. dodgeball. Seventh graders vs. eighth graders as always. I was the last standing of the seventh graders, because all I was doing was hiding in the back and dodging any balls that came my way. I soon found myself alone on my side, with only one dude left on the eighth grade team, a big dude that threw hard. He was the last man standing on his team because he was good, the opposite why I was the last man standing on mine. So he would throw all five or so dodgeballs at me, and they would all miss, which left me with all of them, which led me with no choice but to really, really, poorly attempt to throw them back at him (to say I threw like a girl would be an insult to girls everywhere). After this sequence happening a couple times, I heard some annoyed shouts that I need to CATCH this guy's throws in order to end the damn game. I was not even the slightest bit confident that I could, but I knew they were right. The game will never end if don't try. So try I did. And I caught his throw. Which resulted in him being out, and I won it for my team. The dude was pissed.