The piles of wooden planks in the trench were erected at an almost vertical angle. There was no place for a grenade to stick on to as long as the two players in the trench stayed close to the planks.
That was the reason why they had not managed to kill each other even after throwing multiple grenades.
Molotov Cocktails were different.
Liu Zilang stuck his head out from the pile of wooden planks to survey the situation. The few grenades he had thrown earlier had familiarized him with the distance and trajectory of his throwable.
"Tsk tsk! Vic is going to lay napalm there!"
"But it's a little difficult to throw at that angle, right?"
"Hm, with both sides having cover, the throwable might rebound if one is careless."
"Heheh, I didn't know Vic was into self-immolation. He's the Incarnation of Thor anyway, throwing a Molotov Cocktail shouldn't be above his skill level?"
