They won the scrim 16-14. His teammates celebrated. They called him “The Eye.” They didn’t know that his eye was a parasite feeding on their movement.
That’s when Kael felt it. A subtle, almost imperceptible tug on his mouse. It wasn’t a violent snap. It was a silk string tied to his wrist, gently pulling. His crosshair drifted left, away from the empty corridor, and settled perfectly on Riptide’s chest—through a solid concrete wall. ff aimlock
Maintaining the crosshair on a target's head regardless of the opponent's erratic movements or the shooter's own recoil. Reduced Recoil: They won the scrim 16-14