The battle raged on.

The Attritious class, as one would put it, specialised in more sure fire ways of destruction such as high accuracy weapons or weapons with a large amount of ammo.

This combination, simply put, worked very well, especially in large numbers and with one willing to strategize so as to achieve maximum output.

The Dextrous class on the other hand, depended on weapons that depended highly on one's own mastery of the control pad, and hence held on to weapons that required a large amount of finger-eye coordination and a lot of timing.

This combination worked well enough if one had an especially exceptional hand eye coordination as well as the prospensity to think out of the box as well as more aggressively.

Ken: You know, most people would rather not pick the dextrous class because some of it's weapons are hard to use.

Max: Yeah, I know.

Ken: I hope you won't use your superpowers to win.

Max: Like I'd ever.

Ken: Hmph... Very well then. I won't be using my bionics either.

In a Warring Dimensia contest, contrary to what one would initially think, victory between two players was not decided by who killed who, as two players actually meeting in the vast battlefield of several players was unlikely.

Rather, the measure of success was the individuals own contribution to the war effort.

Number of kills, number of heals, number of saves, and even the number of teammates supported with weaponry or shielding mattered.

It was about winning the war, not the battle. And, after a loss, one could stay behind and watch or later be notified of the results of the war effort.

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Even the losers would still receive the honour for their victory.

Max started out with a grapple gun as Ken with a gatling gun, and both gave each other another glance before continuing onwards, killing whoever came their way.

To say that they were both adept at this game would be an understatement.

Ken, staying out of serious conflict, took advantage of the gatling guns rapid fire mods and his own calculating thinking pattern to lure several enemy players into a building, causing them to think he was fleeing, before spraying them all with bullets at once.

Ken: Hmph... easy.

Max: Oh yeah?

Max, on the other hand, used the grapple gun to quickly move himself from building to building.

The grapple gun was the kind of weapon that required an intense amount of finger eye coordination, as, while it was hard to hit a grappling target, one mistake would remind the player of the fact that the characters of the game were not superheroes.

But in this case, Max started dropping bombs and grenades onto unsuspecting troops.

Max: See that?

Ken: Hmph... not bad. (thinking: To think he would use such an odd strategy. Well then.. this will be one heck of a contest.)

The fight ended with Ken's side winning the bout. However, neither player was too concerned about that.

The in-game scores came in.

Max won, albeit not by much. His kill count was higher than Ken's, which edged out Ken's own greater contribution to his own team.

Max: Oh yeah, I win! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!

Ken: Hmph. Well done. (thinking: Hmmm.... losing to a dextrous class team member. I mean,my team won, but still... this guy.... He's just full of surprises)

Max: Hey, Ken. Let's go again.

Ken: Hmm?

Max: I didn't come all the way here just to beat you once.

Ken smirked.

Ken: Alright then.

He cracked his knuckles.

Ken: Let's g.....

Before they could continue, a phone call came from Ken's mom, which he got up and promptly answered, putting her fears to rest before she ended the call.

Dear ol' mom, he thought. She must still be worried because of what happened yesterday.

Max had already prepped himself up and was then munching on more snacks, and Ken joined him for what would be their second round.

Max: Everything ok?

Ken: Just my mom. Nothing to think much of.

Ken prepped himself up again before. they started yet another game. Their competitive spirit only growing in size.

Max and Ken: It's on!

And the battles waged on that day.