Fall That Way (The Bad Kids vs. Dart Jaguars)

[Nofo]

i tie my hands up to a chair so i don't fall that way

The Wealth was in their hands. Aénor’s alliance had the Wealth. They were one step closer to victory. The Bloodbath had been anticlimactic, but The Bad Kids were victorious anyway you chose to look at it. Aénor smiled as she looked around the desert surrounding her. She recognized this biome, it was in a book she read about the times before. Savannah and Desert surrounded her like the pages of the book about the wonderful creatures of Africa. She knew that Jungles were also in Africa. Jungle provided shelter, food, and water. It was dangerous there, because even though she could hide, the creeps that lurked in the moist green mess could watch her every move. She would never be safe there. Aénor had weapons however. Her weapons were great. Aénor grabbed a flail from the Wealth but decided to discard her whip. Her numb but nimble gloved fingers reached a silver helmet that fit nicely on the towheaded girl. Whatever doubt was in her thoughts faded when she saw the boy from District Four. She barely knew him, but Seah made her comfortable. Aénor was willing to follow him anywhere. The thought that she may have to kill him didn’t cross her mind. She wanted them to be together as long as possible. Aénor already felt as if she knew him as well as she knew herself.

Her blurry eyes watched her District partner and the girl from District One. It was time to go. They couldn’t stand in the Cornucopia forever. It wasn’t safe in the Cornucopia. Muttations were all around her. Aénor couldn’t see them, but she felt their presence. The girl knew to get somewhere better secluded from prying eyes. Her death was impending but she wanted to delay it as long as possible. She jabbed her fingers behind her to the trees in the distance over the rolling hills of sand. Maybe they could build a home of vines. Any shelter was better than none. Her feet began to move uncomfortably in the Combat Boots. Sand was hard enough to walk in barefoot, but this made it impossibly more difficult. She tripped multiple times within a hundred feet from her position where she put them on. Aénor must have looked like a fool on national television. She couldn’t care because she was more than likely never to see the faces of anyone watching. Walking in the desert was the most uncomfortable thing she had ever done. The salt in the air dried out her mouth as she walked and burnt her nose and throat with every breath she took. It wasn’t even evening yet as the sun’s position suggested, but she wasn’t ready to believe the arena’s sun. It seemed as if she’d been at the Cornucopia for ages, surely the Gamemakers could manipulate the position of their generated sun.

Her silver eyes were beginning to realize that the trees she saw were farther away than the mile they suggested earlier. She had read about the desert playing tricks on you, but she knew that the trees were actually there. That jungle of green had to exist. She was going to stay there for the night. She had to find somewhere close to safe. Aénor’s jungle seemed to be the safest bet for her. It was secluded well enough from other tributes. They were menacing anyway, no one in their right mind would mess with the Bad Kids. She had to ask herself, however, was she even in her right mind? The Arena messed with people. She knew all of the stories about tributes going mad, why should she be any different? The girl wondered about her companions. How was Seah coping with the Arena? Was he missing his family? Aénor knew that she didn’t miss hers, or at least she refused to accept that she loved her grandmother deep inside. Aénor examined the Gage boy once again, he was attractive enough for her but he seemed too messed up inside. Everyone in school heard the rumors about him and Katie Morven. Aénor couldn’t blame him if he still harbored feelings for Aénor’s predecessor. That brought another thought to her head if she walked, how could she compare to the marvelous kind girl from her District who made it to the final two the year before Aénor’s Games? Would they call Aénor a mistake? Would she have people hoping for her death because she didn’t meet their standards? Aénor was no Katie Morven. She had something in common with Soyala, in that sense. They both had to meet up to the standards set from the tributes before them. Soyala was following Dru, Topaz, and Anastasia. All three were front-runners in the Games, and Topaz even won. Anastasia’s death came way too early, but still she was a terrific character.

Soon enough, night began to fall and Aénor was only a half-mile away from the Jungle. She was sure of it this time. It began to grow larger and larger in her eyes. The ground was still covered in hills. They were almost close enough to where they would stay for a night. Deep inside, Aénor hoped it wouldn’t be her last night alive. She had signed over to death but she wasn’t ready yet. Death must wait for her. Aénor would die when she chose to die. The girl was ready to fight until her dying breath. Aénor tripped again in her Combat boots, but she grabbed onto Gage for support. She whispered an apology in his ear and began to walk again. Closer and closer she got to the patch of green and the closer and closer she got to pure panic. She was beginning to regret her decision to go in there. Aénor was night blind. She wasn’t able to see in front of her. She grabbed onto Gage again as he led her through the sand. It was still warm even though dark was upon the Arena. Finally, Aénor was led to camp. Aénor was impossibly tired from the trek. She fell onto the ground in a heap and she was asleep.

Soon enough, the sounds of the jungle awoke Aénor. She opened her eyes to see Soyala and Seah laying next too her. Gage was on Soyala’s side. Aénor was the first to awaken. She sat up slowly as to not disturb the others. The fact that she was even alive when they could have just killed her last night surprised her. She had a newfound respect for her allies. The jungle was large, but it wasn’t as dense as she suspected. Still, it provided cover. Animals were around her, but she didn’t see anything that visibly posed a threat. That was until she saw colorful spots round the corner. She slowly crept to a tree, where the now awake Gage was also hidden. She could now see a large cat. The realization began to hit that this was a Jaguar, albeit mutated and combined with something. Her instincts told her that this cat was colorful for a reason. Poison.

“Gage…” Aénor whispered slowly as she readied her flail, and Gage did the same with his spear.

i took a sip of something poison but i'll hold on tight

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

louder than sirens
louder than bells

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They'd dominated. From the time the four stepped foot onto the dusty Earth that surrounded the Cornucopia, they'd stabbed, killed, slashed, harmed, and humiliated. And after the carnage had stopped, after all of the cannons had fired, only 3 lay dead around them. It was then that Seah realized that he was the first one to kill in the 58th Games. He was the one to make the Capitolitolians cheer and scream. He made them clap. He. Him. Seaborgium.

He was the one that ruined a family's life. He was the one that had ended someone. Their heart had beat a mile a minute as his sword was slung overhead, and just as fast as it had started, it had stopped.

They, Aenor and Soyala and Gage and himself, had gotten everything that was left. At least, everything they could carry. Which included a beautifully crafted harpoon. Something he felt even more comfortable with. In District Four, he'd fished before, he'd fished a lot, just like every other boy, and it gave him a sense of confidence that the sword different. This one was clean, this had no blood on it. But he was sure he'd force himself to place some on it. A clean weapon in the Arena was not a good weapon. And whoever owned it was a wimp. He'd been told that by his brothers.

Seaborgium, along with his allies, had walked towards the only wooded place they could see in the whole Arena. Aenor walked faster than Soyala and himself, who seemed to carry the same pace as he did. Gage lead. Through the trip, which left him drained after they'd arrived, he quite frequently scanned the body of Aenor. The conversation they'd had on the first day of Training repeated over and over in his head. She was beautiful. He blinked excessively, as if it would get the thoughts away from his mind.

Once they'd arrived. they didn't talk much. In fact, they hadn't talked at all. They'd laid under a blanket that was claimed, right next to each other, and Soyala had the fortune of laying next to Gage, just like she'd wanted to. She normally did not seem so frenzied, like a shark that'd smelt blood, but then again, Seaborgium never would have thought he'd be proud of a kill.

The anthem played, the notes and rhythm creating a cheery tune that only Careers and Capitolitolians should've enjoyed, but Seah didn't. It upset him, but at the same time, it assured that he'd survived. He'd conquered his first goal, and that was to get past Day 1. But he wasn't sure he'd get past Day 2, now that Gage hid behind a tree. A ruffle of green leaves and a flash of a shimmery rainbow colour caught his eyes. He'd heard of Dart Jaguars before, but he did not believe they were real. That is, until then.

His mind switched into protection mode, and but he was unsure if he was protecting himself, or protecting someone else. Aenor.

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My shoulders ached from the weight of my rucksack. It wasn't really heavy though, it was only filled with empty water jugs and a few other items. However, having to carry it while walking for a while was a pain. My machete hung down from my waste, the smell of blood still on it. It had spread a lot of blood already. Only one day had passed. It was surely going to be spreading more and more if I wanted to live. But then there were the throwing knives I picked up from the Wealth, all neatly lined along the side of my belt in their holder. The spear was held tightly in my hands. I kind of liked the thing. It felt like it fit in my hand. The smooth wood didn't give me splinters or feel rough in my hand. And when I took my test throw earlier, it hit right where I wanted it to. Maybe it would help spread blood. If I had to fight again at least.

The thought of killing another human petrified me. I would not let myself kill my alliance. I couldn't. Our friendship had already begun to grow since the gong sounded. We were friends. At least, that's how I saw it. Aenor had grabbed onto me, following closely behind as I lead the way in hopes of finding a place to camp. And when we spent the first night together, each person taking their turns while the others were huddled closely together under the blanket, it seemed like the feeling was mutual. Soyala was the closest to me under the blanket and the other two were close too. We had to be to all fit under the blanket. Nobody needed to worry about somebody backstabbing though because we could all trust each other. Surely, that feeling wouldn't last. We'd have to fight each other eventually. But if things worked out well enough, we'd be able to be a great alliance and benefit from each others skills. Maybe we would never have to turn on each other. That would be the best outcome, in my eyes.

The tap of my armored boots on the rough ground was similar to a horse's gallop. I fixed my gloves, ensuring that they wouldn't fall off randomly. That was one thing the wealth helped us with. We had all received armor and were outfitted from head to toe. The girls were given the better armor. I didn't want them to get hurt. Maybe Seah and I could handle a bit more. That theory was never proven. Either way, it would've killed me inside to be the one who had all the armor while the girls were cut to little pieces. Plus, Seah and I claimed the spears. It was only right that the girls could have something to protect themselves too. And it must have been real hot in the suits of armor. The hot sun was beating down so hard that I had no choice but to put on the sunglasses that I grabbed from the wealth. My reading glasses wouldn't help with this.

"Everybody alright?" I asked quietly, loud enough for the others to hear though. They didn't have sunglasses like I did so their eyes were probably burning from the light. But once we stepped under the trees, the light wasn't that much of a bother. It was evident that we were in a lighter jungle. The trees were some that could only be found in such a place. The random spacing between the branches and leaves allowed light to pour in and light up our way. Surely, there were dangerous things in this jungle. Whether the danger was from the plants or from the various animals that were probably roaming around, it put me a little on edge and aware of my surroundings. I held the spear carefully, making sure that I was ready for anything that came my way.

That's when the brilliant colors of a mutt caught my attention. I slowed right down, hoping that my alliance saw them as well. They were behind me after all, so they probably noticed my change in pace. There were two of them standing by, so I eyed them carefully while moving behind a tree. Jaguars were what they looked to be like, although the brightly colored spots said otherwise. I knew that they would attack as soon as they saw us. Maybe Gamemakers had programmed them to receive instructions and they were already aware of our surroundings. Either way, they were a threat to me and my friends. A threat that I couldn't let live. That would mean certain death. And death wasn't something I wanted to happen right now. Not to me and not to anybody from my alliance. The Mutts on the other hand? They were fair game. "Gage..." Aenor has almost whispered. We needed to fight. We needed to live. So, I pulled my spear back as I dove out from around the tree, pushing it forward at one of the Jaguar things.

[[First Dart Jaguar ; Spear]]
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credit to shrimp

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voice - 947e3d
b7be77 - dialogue
a49f6a - speech

There were advantages to only having one arm. There were disadvantages too, though, and while they were much more obvious than the advantages, Soyala felt that the advantages were the best part of it. Since she'd gained control of her voice for the most part, she hadn't been that optimistic. In fact, the majority of her thoughts were the opposite, and many-a-times there'd been days where nothing positive was though or said. There were always neutral things, but neutrals were not positive, were they? The advantages of having a missing arm were pretty straight forward. You could always use it to make others help you, and make up an excuse as to why you couldn't do something. Along with that, you could eat it. Other than that, it was a disadvantage.

Despite having lost an arm, she was quite proud of herself. She'd half surprised herself and half surprised the others, because she was sure that they did not expect her to be as much of a fighter as she had been. She had not put down anyone, but she'd definitely contributed to each and every death that they'd created, and it gave her confidence. Confidence wasn't something she wasn't used to, especially since she'd been Reaped, but when she thought back to her session, she felt like she'd found an answer to all of the frenzied attacks she'd acted upon. In her session, she'd crafted chopped pieces of vine to form the words "SAVE ME," and she remembered thinking as she rose into the arena that they would never save her. She would have to save herself.

You've done marvelously, you've done better than I ever thought you would ever do. You've shocked your alliance, you've shocked the Capitol, you've shocked Panem. You've even shocked me. I bet you've already lasted longer than your District partner, and he seemed like he'd be a tough one. It seemed like he would last. You've lost an arm but you'll get a new one after you survive. The Capitol will give you a new one, I'll allow it.

There were times where she hated the voice. She wanted it gone and she wanted it to become and human and then she wanted its throat to be slit so many times that the voice itself wanted to kill itself. Sometimes she wished that she'd never been a child, that as soon as she'd entered the world she was 14. Because when she was 14 was when everything was solved. That was when Soyala realized just how bad the voice was.

But there were also times like the end of the Bloodbath, where she would spit out short praise speeches and would boost Soyala's confidence even more. She'd muttered thank yous, but was uncomfortable with Gage being so close.

And when they'd walked to the Jungle section of the Arena, which took longer than what was expected at first, Soyala made sure to stay back with Seah, she needed a view of Gage. Her eyes stared at his body, the muscle and dirt and grime made him a man. He's a man. I want a man. she thought to herself. The peepers stared into the cloth of his gold shirt, and for moments she felt like she'd pierced it. Like his shirt was off and all of his tanned skin and muscle was showing. She'd stared at his butt and did the same thing then, she wanted him. Needed him.

But when her mind was not entranced around him, as soon as she'd waken up, she told herself that maybe she just was attracted to Gage because he was the only one to talk to her outside of her voice. He was the only one she'd spoken to without feeling forced, she felt like she needed someone to cling to in order to survive, but she knew that he couldn't live if she did. She didn't want that.

After they'd all woken, they all were silent. It was awkward to know that there was a voice in her head that they didn't know about, and it was awkward to know that they had mental conversations with themselves as she conversed with another part of her. That was strange, queer.

But when Gage moved, quickly, when he hid behind a tree, Soyala was afraid. She did not tremble, but she was not expecting it. She'd almost forgot that she was in the Games, she forgot that others wanted her dead just like she wanted them dead.

And in the blink of an eye the beasts had crept out and Gage had launched his newly claimed spear at one of them. And for a moment she wanted to shout words to discourage him from attacking, because she had an attachment to animals, but after a while she realized they were not animals. They were synthetic. Fake.

From her sitting position she bolted upwards, grasping the nearest weapon of hers. Her machete, the one that'd helped kill so many already.

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[aya]

Perhaps the vivid shock of red and orange that comprised the coat of the leading Dart Jaguar — the Gamemakers had affectionately dubbed her Emily — was what had given away the noiseless stalk that she and her partner had maintained. Their vibrant pelts were certainly a design flaw for hunting, albeit a necessary one, bred into the jungle cat genes so as to imbue the felines with poison. It was certainly not a feature the Capitol had made any effort to remove; after all, the Jaguar coats were prized as high fashion among the citizens of the ruling city, making them popular wildlife during the Games when the arena's climate suited them.

Emily, being the brave one of the pair, somehow always found herself in the lead, and thus fell under attack first. She deflected the poorly executed spear thrust, batting it away with one paw as easily as a kitten would swat at a feather on a string. This was the best that their targets had to offer?

Though generally even-tempered, this assault riled the crimson Dart Jaguar, who lunged at the dull-colored animal that had poked at her, claws extended and teeth fully bared, giving a ferocious roar. Her partner would surely be leaping into combat behind her, as she always did, and the two cats would fulfill the task they'd been programmed with: to rip the pale creatures to pieces.

[[Emily attacks Gage with teeth (knife)]]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Left Hip — 3.5 damage]


Since she'd become partners with the blood-colored Jaguar, Naomi had a much more satisfying time stalking prey. Neither, of course, had a particularly easy time concealing themselves among the lush green foliage of the jungles that belonged to them, as Naomi's vibrant yellow coat was just as alerting as her partner's red one. Still, tearing the limbs off of other animals was somehow much more fun now that she had Emily to experience it with.

Naomi was always trailing just a bit behind, no matter how much the other mutt called upon her to be brave, and so it was always Emily that bore the brunt of the damage or the first strike on the rare occasions that their prey tried to fight back. The yellow jungle cat disliked when her partner got hurt, though she was generally nimble enough to avoid most of the attacks that were thrown her way.

At this point, there was absolutely no question about Naomi's loyalty; Emily leapt, Naomi leapt. They worked in tandem. End of story. When the scarlet feline pounced on the boy that had poked at her, so pounced Naomi. Jaw wide, she sprung at the female of the pack of prey that was nearest to him.

[[Naomi attacks Aénor with teeth (knife)]]
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[Shallow Cut on Forehead — 4.5 damage]

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[Nofo]

i swear that you should hear it

She blinked her eyes once and that was all it took. Gage’s spear flew through the air and suddenly they were on the defensive. This was it. She was about to die if she didn’t fight back. You couldn’t run away from big cats, they’d follow you until they killed you. Aénor noticed the jaguar’s partner come into view. There were two of the cats and it slowly dawned on her that the odds weren’t in her favor. There were four of them, but these were mutts. Muttations like this would only be colorful to suggest the venom coursing through their veins. The Bad Kids had three vials of anti-venom, but that wasn’t enough if all of them were attacked. One of them would die if they were ganged up on. Maybe there were sponsors out there willing to spare the premium on anti-venom on the “career pack.” Though, deep inside, she doubted it with every inch of her body. Aénor wasn’t ready to die, she would force those cats to eat her armor. They couldn’t touch her pale and delicate skin. She didn’t want to allow them to inject her with their poison but they were just so hypnotizing. Could they be an angel, could they be the devil? She watched them run toward them and time began to slow. She turned her head to see Seah and Soyala join them. The girl smiled slightly as she realized that she wouldn’t have to die alone. For once, she had friends. They were her family now.


The jaguars were on them now, and the one Gage tried and failed to attack was now on them. The jaguar didn’t jump on her, but onto their attacker. Aénor stood in horror as the blur of red and orange latched onto Gage’s hip. The girl had to fight back. She waved Seah and Soyala closer as a signal to move next to her. Her plan was to kill one Jaguar and leave. She couldn’t lose any of her newfound friends and she sure as hell wasn’t ready to get her own life taken away from her. She looked at her hands as if to examine their capabilities. They were covered in blood from what she thought must have been that Ludwig boy and muck from the moist jungle floor. Thin line of dirt covered her pale knuckles that she saw as she opened and closed her hand.

Her uniform was dirty as well. The gold of her T-shirt was now more brown than gold with a splatter of blood across her chest. Somewhere along the way, she had lost her fedora in the trek. She didn’t think she looked that great in it anyway. Aénor’s cargo shorts had a covering of dirt and blood along the other left leg from where she slept. Of course, she wasn’t consciously taking in this information about her clothes. Her attention was on the jaguars upon her alliance. She saw the jaguar slip off of Gage, leaving a small cut on his hip. The jaguar must not have gotten a good hold on him, and for that, Aénor was eternally grateful. But still, his shorts were ripped and she could see the blood escape the hole. If she made it that long, she would have to do something about that later.

Aénor turned her face again to the other jaguar. This one wasn’t heading toward Gage, but for her. She readied herself for impact because there was no getting out of this. The jaguar was a yard away from her and it was already ready to pounce. She hoped that it wouldn’t kill her. Aénor still thrashed in anticipation, in hopes that the cat couldn’t get a grip on her if she was moving. It didn’t. She felt the teeth sink into the skin of her forehead and the blood rush into her eyes. Aénor whimpered from the pain. She knew this was venomous and would kill her soon if she didn’t administer the anti-venom soon enough. Her body fell to the ground with the jaguar on top of her. The weight was unbearable for the split second the cat was there. She saw a speck of gold jump off of her and she was on her feet again flail in hand.

Aénor began to swing the flail with all of her might. She began to feel as if she was going to kill herself with ball of spikes. This was too heavy for her, but it was powerful. She envisioned herself killing that red cat with this. That cat was the real enemy. What was that cat hunting for in the first place? Tributes? Aénor knew that cat was the leader of the two. She ran toward it with her flail of doom. She hoped to lay a good hit on it’s skull. Soon, she was within hitting distance and she waited for the impact of the ball.

it makes such an almighty sound

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When the monsters they wont go

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He'd already failed. As fast as Gage and Soyala had missed, the jaguars had attacked Gage and Aenor. He still, much like the Bloodbath, remained unscathed, but he was sure that he'd be dead soon. He could feel it in his veins. But on the other hand, he had fans now. People throughout the country of Panem now casually threw his name around, and some people in the Capitol probably had merchandise with his name on it, waving around towels and screaming when one of his attacks were a success.

"No! Stop!" he shouted, almost screamed. His voice cracked, it had been a while since he'd last spoken. He wanted to have Aenor's pain, and although she had armor on and although the bite probably did not go through as intended, the emotion of the attack was still there. Aenor's head was still in danger of being ripped off, her beautiful eyes were still in danger of being punctured. His harpoon, which had somehow managed to find its way in his right hand, was thrown at the jaguar that hadn't attacked Aenor. But they'd planned that strategy, they'd attack one person or thing until it was dead, and hopefully the others would be scared enough to run off. But who knew with these beasts, maybe they would be the running. If only they survived that long.

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My spear thrust had been brushed away simply by the jaguar. A surprise attack had been pointless because of the simple push of a jaguar's paw. I cursed under my breath as I pulled the spear back. We had attracted their attention now. It was pointless to try and run. I pulled the machete out from my belt, slipping the spear through the space between my back and rucksack. I was ready to fight for real this time. I had grown a liking towards this machete since I had done so well in the Bloodbath with it. Maybe I'd have similar luck in this fight. It's all I could hope for. I didn't want to die yet. I couldn't die yet. It would've meant that my alliance was one man short and that my friends and family would have to watch me die. Although, my family probably wouldn't care.

And when the jaguar scratched along my hip, I almost felt like not caring too. I could feel the unknown substance course through my veins immediately. Then I watched, unable to do anything as the other one attacked my district partner. She would surely feel the poison too. It was something that could only be cured by the soft liquid in the vials in our bags. But it was stupid to do it now. The jaguar could attack again and leave the poisonous venom in my blood once again. I shrugged off the thick feeling through my body briefly, hoping to actually attack. After all of us missed, I felt the need to do something useful. I struggled to keep my eyes open while moving towards the Jaguar that attacked me. Careful steps were slow and they felt like they took ages to make. But finally, I was standing in front of the jaguar and swinging my knife in its direction.

[[Emily ; Knife]]
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It did not take much for Soyala to get angry. That'd been an attribute that she'd carried with her from birth. Something as simple as not getting the right amount of carrots had bugged her when she was just beginning to become herself. She would get angry and embarrassed when her parents would try to show affection in public, she would stomp and scream and slap her dad on the back.

You can kill it, you can. the voice said, and before she knew it, before she'd realized it, the animal had pounced. Her grip on her blade tightened.

And like that she frenzied. Her eyes bulged and her head pounded, her hands shook, and she screamed. Not loudly, but she screamed. The cat had attacked Gage. The one with the red coloring, the one that was fake. Only the Capitol could make them. They were going to die. There was nothing in Soyala's mind to keep her from thinking that, and as her feet began to move across the plant covered ground, her breath was hard.

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so most of my muse went in my other post and plus it's pretty late. i have soccer tomorrow morning. ^^[rand=52778996736742560782628338783979457778256153687837729260590858757]

[aya]

More than anything else, it frustrated Emily that they'd been outnumbered. Her wounds only egged her on, though her hind left leg bordered on useless due to the several deep tears in her flesh that had appeared there. With her mangled leg not in any shape for the agile leaps and pounces that were a hallmark of her fighting style, the jaguar instead snapped once more at her previous target.

[[Emily attacks Gage with teeth (knife)]]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Stomach — 4.0 damage]


With her partner losing a lot of blood — Naomi could smell the poisonous life-sustaining liquid as it ran from the scarlet jungle cat's wounds — the golden-coated feline redoubled her efforts, going into something of a frenzy as she tried to defend and avenge her partner. She refused to let the weird-looking hairless creatures be the ones to end the other jaguar; she refused to let her partner die at all. After all, they'd made a pact to be together always. Yet here was Naomi, unscathed, while her other half was getting mutilated by the claw-extensions of the pack of prey they'd been hunting. Enraged, she leapt at the last thing that had wounded her Emily.

[[Naomi attacks Soyala with teeth (knife)]]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Left Thigh — 3.5 damage]

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[Nofo]

i swear that you should hear it

Aénor was visibly the weaker of her alliance. Still, the jaguars didn’t come at her. She hadn’t left a scratch on the fiery red cat. The girl assumed they would take that as a sign of weakness and jump her. But they didn’t. The red cat jumped onto Gage again. Aénor’s yellow attacker went for Soyala but not Aénor. She didn’t understand. Jungle cats usually exploited weakness and killed their weaker prey. The blond thanked her lucky stars for one less blow put onto her frail body. Still, blood must be spilled and death must be dealt. These mutts would not kill her allies, no, her friends.

The decided that her hatchet was probably more useful for her in this fight. She held it in her fingers. There was power in this Axe. Aénor readied herself for the swing. Maybe she could sever it’s head with it. She prayed for the cat in front of her to die. This red beast would die in front of her, she knew it. She would make her alliance proud. She would make that girl, Lyla, proud.

it makes such an almighty sound

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[attack (EMILY) Hatchetl]
[dice=200+11000]
[Deep Gash on Right Forearm -- 8.0 damage
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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

And I can hear the thunder
And hear the lightning crack

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The red and gold lines that ran through their coat was magnificent. If they weren't so savaged and hellbent on killing his allies, then maybe he would enjoy watching them. If he sat in a tree and used binoculars to watch them, he could pass time. He figured it would be fun to see how they worked, what they did in their past time, but no, they were jumping through the air and ripping open skin with their teeth.

With the harpoon being thrown, the blade successfully hit one of the animals, causing a cut on the top of the head and blood to slowly ooze out. He bit his lip as it tried to smile, because it wasn't over yet. Neither were dead, but a recent cannon let him know that a tribute had died, and he was that much closer to going home. To the place where the salty air filled his nostrils. It motivated him, and he had no time to ponder over who it could have been. The two beasts still maintained life, though one hung by a thread. Aenor had delivered a blow that had left it crippled, like it suddenly lost motivation. "Good hit," he said, before grabbing the sword he'd first killed with from the ground.

A flash of light from the blade reflecting the sun would hopefully be the last thing the crippled animal would see.

[attacks Naomi]
[dice=200+1000]
[Severed Right Foot at Ankle -- 9.0 damage]

[[ooc; Soyala and Gage both have blades, and even if Gage didn't have blades I'm pretty sure that turn delay would've added +1 damage, so Emily would've been dead at Aenor's attack. So I changed my attack from Emily to Naomi.

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[∂αмєη]

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The second round of attacking was much better this time. I was able to sink my blade in deep and I watched as Soyala and Aenor followed with similar moves against the jaguar. And when Seah came around for another attack, he severed the foot of the other with ease. I felt the adrenaline come back as I prepared my knife once again. I was ready to fight again with the amazing blade. It was like my partner in these Games. I felt like it was just an extension of my arm. That was something I never thought could and would happen. Hating weapons and death was definitely something that fit with my personality. But now, it meant life to me and so I had to accept it. I would have to hold it with pride. And it was doing better for me than the stupid spear did anyways.

Between all of the stress, I felt the jaguar scratch across my stomach. That fueled my anger even more, pushing me forward towards the other. We were so close to surviving through this ordeal. And if I was keeping track properly, Seah was the only one who wasn't poisoned. I felt a small smile push its way onto my face as I swung with my knife.

[[Naomi ; Knife]]
[dice=200+2000]
[[Deep Gash on Left Thigh -- 8.0 damage]]

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credit to shrimp

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[skylarversion2]

As the sun sped through the sky, anxious to reach the peak, the humidity in the exotic forest created drops of sweat to form along her hairline. The greenery made her feel at home, almost, like she was in the forests that she'd ran through so many times before. But this forest was thick, and vines hung from trees and alien flowers sprouted from the ground. It was hard to determine if the plants were real creations of the Earth and not modified plastic materials that the Capitol's technology produced. The sun beamed down on all four of them, including the jaguars.

Her breath came out in fast bursts of wind, generating even more heat then what encased them. She was not used to such heat, and it made all of the thoughts in her head even more cacophonous. There was a ruckus inside of her that she knew the other tributes did not feel, they did not have a voice inside their head hinting at the murder of the rest of their allies. They did not have to deal with the regret of killing their parents with a single blade. They didn't have to face the contemplation of why they were even trying to live in the first place. They just didn't, she could sense it.

With the help of her, one of the jaguars were down. She half expected a cannon, but soon realized that none would blast. There'd been one earlier, and even though she knew it was not for a mutt, it didn't keep her thoughts from merging into thinking that any sort of death signaled a cannon. There was only one left, and Seah had successfully removed one of its legs. If they were to escape soon, they surely would not be attacked again. The Capitol would surely know that they would need something harder to beat, harder to kill. Maybe something that could take them down, maybe another Tribute.

She tossed her blade through the air and let it land near her bag full of items. It laid on the blanket, and it was strange to know that the thing she'd slept by Gage in had blood on it. She wasn't totally comfortable with it, but she didn't care at that point. Gage was the only one being constantly attacked.

The item that had seemed so strange to her at first had somehow found its way near her feet, and as she bent down to get it, a terrible pain shot through her leg. "BITCH," she shouted. She wasn't aware that they couldn't understand her. Before the animal had time to get away from her, the latest weapon was swung in a fluid motion towards it, in a clean side swing.

[attacks Naomi]
[dice=200+12000]
[bruised back -- 2.5 damage. 19.5 damage total.]

Shamefully, she cursed under her breath as the weapon only made a bruise. It was not near as successful as her original blade was, and it seemed like it'd only angered the animal. They needed to go, if they stayed, it might stand a chance to actually hurt, actually kill one. But if they left then, they'd live another day, hopefully.

"We need to go."

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[aya]

With her partner limp and lifeless on the ground, one of her own paws severed with a gash on her limb to match. She was going nowhere fast; Naomi knew that she wouldn't be able to get but one more attack in, so she'd have to make it count. Perhaps she couldn't rip these fiends limb from limb — as much as she'd like to — but the yellow jaguar still had the gift that the Capitol had given her: her venom. Perhaps she'd still be able to kill them all, to avenge Emily and go down fighting. With one final effort, she turned her teeth on the one boy who hadn't been attacked.

[[Naomi attacks Seah with teeth (knife)]]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Forehead — 4.5 damage]

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