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Orkrim chuckled. "If he's still how I know him, he'll still live where he used to be back then," he said, as he pointed at a spot on Scandinavia's eastern coast. "He has built a base in the taigas of Old Sweden. That's where we'll probably find him."

It wasn't long before Chorrin encountered the first opponent. The Sunsinger, who wielded a Pulse Rifle, sprinted around a corner, and nearly bumped into Chorrin. She tried to aim her rifle at Chorrin's torso, but the Hunter was too close; with the butt of his right Sidearm, he slammed the barrel of her rifle to the side. It was followed up immediately by a kick in the knee, forcing her to drop into a crouch. Although she did try to land a blow with her melee power, it had little effect; Chorrin dashed to the side and fired two rounds from each Sidearm in lightning-quick succession, straight into the side of her skull.

Not wasting any time, Chorrin dashed around the corner the Sunsinger had come from, eager to put himself on the top of the leaderboards.