Mystery Mayhem: Day 7

Lert: In front of me is a griefer. He blocks me, moves in front of me no matter which way I turn, all the while laughing in chat. "Noob" he calls me. "How're you gonna get out now?!" he asks. Still, he's green. He's on my side, supposedly. He's probably just misguided. I can't really blame him, for he just doesn't know better. For a moment, I pity him.   Screw that.   My KV-2's 152mm howitzer thunders, and when the smoke settles all that is left of the griefer is two smouldering sections of track.   "OMG report the teamkiller!" his ghost whines. But that's what the ignore function is for.   Now a clear path ahead of me, me engine roars and I trundle for the exit, billowing diesel smoke behind me. My triumphant exit is to the sound of ...   ... "Yeah ok I'll pay your silly fine."