This is the main rivalry.
But Leo noticed something. Phantom_7’s movement was perfect. Too perfect. It was the strafe-jump pattern of someone who had played ten thousand hours on an SR7. The same micro-pauses. The same corner peeks.
But the Neo’s real test came when an underdog team used it in a tournament, a last-minute sponsorship for a small roster. They weren’t the best on paper, but they were cohesive. In the deciding round, during a long stalemate, the Neo’s haptics and smoothing nudged their captain to hold an angle a fraction longer—long enough to catch a rotate and win the map. The players swore that the mouse felt like a sixth sense.