Decked out in green armor, Zidane had used his thief training and followed the sounds of laser blasts up to the Rec Deck and very carefully peeked inside, showing only the very top of his face. No one would shoot him if they didn't know his color, right? He'd waited just long enough for everyone to be distracted shooting someone else, the darted quickly through the door and took a running leap along the wall. Catching some of the ceiling pipage in his hands, he pulled himself up into the ceiling mess and quickly crawled his way out into the center of the room, using the pipes for cover as much as he possibly could.

And when he reached his destination, Zidane wrapped his tail firmly around one of the pipes and let himself hang just a bit down past them to get a clear shot while keeping most of his body shielded. Any red team players anywhere close to being in range would be summarily shot at without hesitation.