we all fall (dead) - {feast} {day five}

[Arrows]

I will protect them,
I will save the lives of those I choose

    The stage was perfectly set as the tributes all circled around each other, evaluating one another, searching for the right moment to strike. Prism could feel all the eyes searing deep into his and his allies' skin. Prism knew this would happen to them. He figured all of the remaining tributes would silently align to attempt to eradicate Prism and his allies. They were the biggest threats, his fellow tributes were just practicing their animal survival instincts. However, they were going to be made to look like fools for it. Prism and his allies had prepared for this long before arriving. They had a plan and now they were going to execute it.

    Prism continued to dance with the other tributes as his faced them unfaltering. His body was already stiff enough from the cold brought by the lightly falling snow but with this added tension he couldn't believe how much his muscles could squeeze. Even the slightest of movements right now threatened to make Prism swing his axe. He had to calm down and maintain his focus if he was going to be of any use to his allies, to Wyatt. However, how could anyone besides Mason stay calm in a situation such as this? By breathing.

    Prism took a moment to shake his head and allow his lungs to fill with the bitter cold of the arena. Then softly he let the winds return to their place. Now Prism could start to think clearly as he assessed his competition closely. He had to choose a target but he wasn't quite sure who just yet. All of them had their own reasons to be attacked but how to choose which one was horrible. Knowing that his axe could silence the life of whoever he chose made Prism sick to his stomach. Yet he had to take risks, the games were all about risks after all.

    Shakily he looked over each of them slowly one by one. The first one to catch his eye was the girl from District Five. Earlier in the games she had just managed to evade Prism and his allies after the slaughter of her past alliance. Now it appeared she has joined up with a new group of lackeys. Prism couldn't help himself from letting out a slight laugh. The girl really was foolish, did she not realize what she had dragged them into. She knew she was on their list for escaping but now she made them wanted as well.

    Then as if that wasn't enough the same bitch lashed out in the opening move of the Feast. Prism watched in terror and shock as her spear deeply penetrated Mason's chest. Scarlet blood rained across the white blanket of snow and Prism's jaw clenched. The girl had sealed her fate. She thought she could attack Mason like that and just walk away clean? She would be sourly mistaken, Prism would punish her for her foolish actions. It was time to put her in her place. A grave.

    That was when a flaming axe shot towards Mason released from the boy from six. Prism watched as Mason impressively deflected the axe but flames burnt him badly. Prism could feel his rage beginning to boil. These tributes thought they had an advantage? They had no clue what they were really getting themselves into. Prism and his allies hadn't made it this far for no reason. Oh no, they were ruthless and now they would show them all that.

    Prism watched the girl from five closely as she hopped her way back towards her allies. Prism made sure to be patient until finally he saw his pinpoint opening. Then he was out like a bat out of hell. His axe flying towards her in his hands with the force of all of district three and the urge to defend Mason. By the power invested in Prism and the band that he wore proudly, he would defend Mason till the end. They were brothers.

~Prism Nixton~

{Prism Nixton Attacks Pixie Ruined with his Pick Axe}
Pwin_cNpaxe
Results:Missed-0.0 damage

axe

[Cato]

mason hammerfell

Holding a flaming axe in my hand, I'm running around moving quickly as death knocks at my door. Dying isn't what I want. I want to live. I want to return home to my family. To Orion. To everyone else in my family. They mean the world to me, even Orion. I was mean to him. I made fun of him for not wanting to train because he wanted to heal people. I miss him so much right now. I raise a hatchet into the air looking around for people. One by one. Searching for the right target. That's when I find the girl from district five. She's escaped from me once, and I will not allow it to happen again. I will not let her get away. I prepare myself to throw a flaming axe in her direction ready to watch the show of my life.

I didn't sit around to watch what happened because it was pointless, but I readied another one. I stood prepared holding it in my hand watching Prism attack hopefully one of them would kill her because she was deserving of death, but he missed. Pain surrounded my body flowing through it in every possible way. It hurt, but I not going to let my guard down. Odysseus would still be fighting. He wouldn't let a few cuts stop him. We've sparred before, and he does a good job at fighting, and for him, I must carry on. For my family. For everyone who's back home cheering for a district two victor although they're probably very few. My eyes scan the area looking for my target, and I find it. The girl from five who stabbed me. A grin spreads across my face before I launch my first flaming axe.

-Mason attacks Pixie Ruined-

sNtVr5N1throwing axe
10189 -- Shallow Cut on Neck -- 4.5 damage

1-50
+4 moderate burn

throwing axe�1-50

[ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ]

I watched with an unmoved face as the blood began to start spilling. I knew it was only going to be a matter of time anyway. However, I was surprised by the fact it was Mason who had received the damage. Yet that only proved how much of a threat the other tributes viewed us as. They were using sneaky tactics in an attempt to remove us now, how weak. If they really wanted to prove anything then they should fight us head on, one against one. Not in this ridiculous manner. The found of fire also vibrated throughout the entire permafrosted area as fire lit weapons and wizzed and danced through the air. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh as I watched Prism attack. He seemed entirely focused but he clearly missed the girl from five. However, I couldn't dwell on his failure now. I had to focus on my own attacks. Through the light whiteness of the falling snow I spotted the one who threw his axe at Mason. He was a large boy and he looked like he had been through one hell of a time, good. That would make my job easier, not to mention he was a bigger target. Now I just had to make sure to hit it. Just because he was big didn't mean anything. Being cocky wouldn't help me now. I needed to be smart and precise. Carefully I edged my way closer to the boy as he seemed preoccupied. Then when I saw my opportunity I struck out with my axe. I brought it down hard and forceful, filled with the fueling desire for victory. To show everyone watching that he still could kill no matter what the stage. Now I had to prove it.

Attacks Marchello Donner with Pick Axe
HEasXF4Saxe
Results:Shallow Cut on Right Shoulder -- 3.5 damageaxe

[Knuckles]

.: CHASKE PARKS :.
{district nine : 69th tribute}

A feast.

Funny that the creators called this a feast. There isn't any food, but as I move closer, and closer, I see the faces of innocent souls. Nobody is innocent anymore, and blood. I can smell it. Taste it. Flames dance before my eyes, and I'm ready to go. Ready to kill these arrogant people. It's a game, and one day I will feast on their bones. I'll make a crown of them as I spew pieces of their skin from my teeth. All I want is a coat of skin. To skin someone alive to wear it as a constant reminder of what's happening. I will mold the new coat into the shape of my body. Streaks of blood will run down my skin.

It sprays against my face. Flying into my mouth as the spear of this stupid ass tribute finds its way through the chest of the brute boy standing next to me. Blood. It cakes against my hands. Laughter from somewhere deep inside booms throughout my entire body, throughout the entire area. Chaske promised a feast. He promised I could have the meal my body has been dying for. Running my blood stained hands through my hair spiking it straight up in every direction. Eyes wide. Teeth bare. Foam pooling at the corner of my mouth. A predator waiting to pounce on the back of the prey walking in front of me.

It's time to eat. Time to kill so I can taste the fresh skin of a corpse. Another puny ass person runs towards the four of us, and her spear connects with someone I have no feeling for, yet I followed along side them. I helped them kill a fucking beast. And here we are again. All these ignorant fools will pay right now.

Blood is red.

Rage is red.

Anger is red.

A red flag flashes before my eyes mixing with the scent of burning skin. It's a horrible smell, but it's time to eat. Steam would fly from my ears if it's possible as I place my foot against the ground preparing to charge like a wild bull in the midst of a mad arena. Death of these will come. I will drink the blood from the body of someone who fell. It's metallic. Bitter. Sweet.

I'm laughing.

Shouting.

Screaming at nothing. Staring into the eyes of those around me. Pupils dilated. Every breath catching in my throat as I watch the horrible excuse of allies fight. The flames. They're hot in the midst of the cold. Hot enough to boil the organs of those around me. Tonight I will feast. I grip the handle of the axe, and I'm looking around. Nobody knows who I am. Nobody except the foolish kid from district six who happens to be missing his entire leg. A grin laced with malice twists its way up my lips.

I look for a target.

A prey.

A tiny mouse.

Someone who's weak. Someone who the blood can easily spill across the once white snow. Oh yes. That's what I need. That is exactly what I need. I turn around looking. Trying to find the weakest of them all. Brute boy and his partner over there have taken on the tiny girl. Forest man has turned his ice pick against the stupid, foolish, arrogant kid from district six.

Blood. I want to taste it. I want to feel it. I want to drink it.

I throw the axe. Throw it, and it's flying. Flying. Flying.

I only hope it finds itself a target.

One that's full of red, delicious blood.

{table by zoë}

Chaske attacks {Alexis} | throwing hatchet
QaLEWCluthrowing axe

[result: 10115 -- Axe in Stomach -- 9 damage
throwing axe

[Python]

[presto][/presto]

ellexias

i won't compromise
i won't live a life on my knees
you think i am nothing
i am nothing

Her weapon’s fire burned brighter and hotter than the morning sun. She held it at arm’s length, wary of its hazards near her clothing. She refused to be the one who set herself on fire because of mishandling, and tightened her two-handed grip against the familiar hilt. It had always been slippery against the fabric of her gloves, but now she was accustomed to the texture, the weight, and every which way to yield it. She wouldn’t go as far as thinking it was an extension of her arm, but she had to treat it as such. It had to feel natural, even if the acts she performed were not. She realized now that this wasn’t a second Bloodbath; there were only ten of them. There was no room for blending and escaping. It was organized chaos.

She didn’t know the names of every tribute present. Most of them were faces that had faded in the back of her conscience. Only two stood out to her; Mason and Alexis. Mason because he was a hulking career with steel in his eyes, and certainly capable of snapping her bones in his meaty hands. Alexis she remembered because of his flattering introduction. He was a career too, of course, but had shown no interest in killing her. It could’ve been an act, and his compliments could’ve been disguised by lies to manipulate her perspective of him. If they were ever reduced to a fight, would she hesitate? She wanted to count herself out as one of the gullible ones, but it wasn’t fair to make assumptions about herself. She had two friends here, after all. Two people it would hurt to lose.

She tried to ponder how simple it would be to lash out at him unprovoked, but found herself frozen when an axe landed in his stomach. It prompted a flinch out of her, and reminded her of what this was. Nothing personal, nothing about the past and about names. This was survival. They had all been led here like little rats in a maze, and the cheese was on top of that ice tower. She could see the specks at the top – bags, probably, like treasures. She didn’t have the equipment for climbing, and couldn’t trust herself not to slip. The snow could cushion her fall, but how much? Beneath these blankets was hard, solid ground, capable of snapping her spine.

As blood seeped through the split in Alexis’ abdomen, she sprang into action. Now was not the time to think, but to attack. She steered away from the District Four career and found Marchello with an ice pick near his shoulder. The boy who wielded it was a stranger. She hadn’t memorized his name or his District. Was it his leg again, turning him into instant prey? The other tributes weren’t swarming him like flies, so why was this boy in pursuit? She had heard rumors of Marchello’s misbehavior in the training center, having socked a few faces. Maybe this was some petty act of revenge. It didn’t even matter. It could be random, it could be personal, it could mean absolutely nothing. Her only thought was that she needed to keep him safe. Keep them both safe. Keep myself safe.


[attacks Wyatt – ice pick]
nutUSscAaxe
Shallow Cut on Left Bicep -- 3.5 damage

fire
1-50
extinguished

i hear god's whisper
calling my name
it's in the wind
i am the savior

words: 540, graphics: rook
theme: god's whisper by raury

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[charade]

Katelyn Persimmon

"We don't want to survive... we want to l i v e."

It was amazing how quickly things could change. Like the first cold snap that signified the end of autumn, the girl from five let out a fearsome cry and charged straight for the largest tribute there, that being Mason. Katelyn wouldn’t have thought it possible to even injure the huge young man, but five practically impaled him through the chest with a spear. And with that, the floodgate was open and the battle was joined in earnest, almost too fast for her to comprehend. The girl from seven ran at the boy with the horn headband, but Katelyn didn’t see what happened because Marc threw one of his axes at the boy from two and burned him; an action which attracted the attention of the all male alliance; at least, the ones that weren’t intent on carving the girl from five into pieces.

Chaos reigned by the ice pillars, and not a single tribute had yet to even attempt scaling the pillar for a shot at the bags. No, this was like the fight after the bloodbath that had ended with the deaths of the boys from five and twelve; in fact, nearly everyone present had been around for that. The ice around them was rapidly getting painted with blood because the only thing on every tributes mind was to kill as many people as they could. At least, that’s what Katelyn figured since the pillar was summarily ignored in favor of attacking each other. She could practically hear the cannons already.

Four swung at another boy and was rewarded with an axe in his stomach, but Katelyn’s focus was elsewhere. Marc was bleeding again, at the hands of the other tribute from seven. Why did the boy go for him? It must have been the lack of a leg. They thought he was weak. But Marc had saved her and Lexi the past couple of days as much as they had saved him. And to know that others were trying to take him the way that Velocity had been? Lexi led the attack, swinging her ice pick at one of Marc’s attackers, though perhaps with too much strength, as the fire went out as Lexi swung. Hefting a hatchet in her hand, Katelyn followed suit and hurled it at the boy from seven, the projectile looking like a beautiful pinwheel of reds and oranges as it spun towards him. However, the fire winked out just as it struck his bicep, meaning that her first projectile had been wasted.

-Katelyn attacks Wyatt-
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-- Shallow Cut on Bicep -- 3.5 damage
1-50
extinguished

[presto]

We fall apart, to get back up
We learn the rules to just get by,
that's not enough

[/presto]

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[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

pixie ruined | district five | 69th hunger games

It takes a moment for the pain to register, with the boy from three’s axe swinging clear past. But in that revelation comes the singe of my flesh, and I cry out as I subconsciously lay a hand against the burning skin, drawing back as quickly as it happened. There was no hope on base ground anymore, and so I toss one final glance at Margaret and Lex before turning on my heel and sprinting towards the pillar, feet stumbling through the snow in rapid succession as the thought of safety in oversight rolls about, staying prominent in my frantic mind.

Before I know it, I’ve reached the base of the pillar, frantically grabbing for any hold I can manage. There is no simplicity in the task, but I approach as though I’ve been climbing trees in seven like I’m sure Margaret could tell me tales of. There is no room in my mind for fear of falling or the heights at which I would stand if I managed to be successful. The only plausible thing to do now is to cling to the icy surface for dear life and pray it doesn’t melt beneath my burning flesh. However, I can feel droplets of water clinging to my palms, seeping through the naturally formed mountains of my skin. It feels as if it's staining me, tainting that which was pure, but the freezing cold only last for a few moments before my adrenaline blocks it out.

I can hear the screams of other tributes around me, metal colliding and life leaving the bodies of those once fully put together, and the sound resonates through my body, filtering through my veins and leaving behind fear. I can't escape it now that it's inside - but the noises make me want to crash back down and rid myself of the screams. There is nowhere to escape here, not in the hills of snow or hallways of ice, and it was this lack of freedom that terrified me more than thought of toppling from my destination.

The world beneath my feet was a hell I could not escape from, and though the top of the pillar was by no means a heaven, it promised more than the ground I had walked on for the five previous days ever could, and it’s because of this that I focus my attention back to the ledge high above my head, because it could draw a thick and important line between life and death.

Toppling back meant sealing a fate I was not prepared to meet, not by the axes of Mason Hammerfell or Prism Nixton, and I prayed it was not the fate that Maragaret or Lex—

I see the boy from nine swing, and I almost lose my hold.

His axe has sunk deep into Lex’s stomach, and as the blood pours I can feel my own stomach turning over, and with the height added to my view, I can feel my muscles quivering and my vision blurring. But despite his cry turning my attention down I attempt to pull it skyward again, and with a shaky breath I take hold of another crevice, shifting my weight tentatively as I pray the ice doesn’t give way to an avalanche.

All falling, as it was destined to be.

The only thing in question was who it would be first, and I could only hope that my momentum against Mason Hammerfell would continue, for I did not want to be the first to give way, figuratively or literally.

And so I step lightly, as to not trigger that which I cannot handle.

[pixie ruined attempts to climb that pillar]
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[guess what diDN'T FUCKIN WORK]

Kissing in the blue dark

1-3

[Deleted]

To stand on top of the world would be, Something new to you and to me, For we've never been anything more Than those who bow to authority and sweep their floors. But if minutes are running low in number, My dearest Margaret, wake from your slumber, For there's still seconds to spare. You could still show you're worth more than they dare. When I swing at the boy from three, my spear only skims his skin, but at least I struck harder against him than he did against Pixie Ruined. And for a moment I breathe easy, resting in the fact that he had no marks to show against her, but my stability is farfetched, and lasts for the time it takes for the boy from two to sprint towards us at speeds quicker than I can process, and with instinct as my only weapon I throw myself out of the way, hitting the snow with the gratuity that it was there for once. I pull myself to a kneeling position as she cries out. And it’s that cry that draws my attention upward, to see her sprinting towards the pillar at a rapid pace, and after reaching its base she pauses, and I will her to make her move if she has already come so far. It’s the freezing of her feet to the spot that cause me to take off in her direction, and so I run, hoping that I can bring myself alongside her before the boys from two, three, seven, or nine can do the same. When I reach the base, she’s just commenced her climb, and she stands only just above my head, clinging to the surface with quivering fingers and shuddering breath. With a deep sigh I join her, taking hold with confidence and slipping back with ignorance, and as I settle to the ground momentarily I grumble before jumping to take hold again, and this time my grip holds, though not as sturdily as I’d like to imagine. We proceed in a silence of voices, but the sounds that surround us do not leave us to any kind of mental rest, for each breath we take, each sliver of ice that scratches against our nails, every minute detail has been made known to our heightened senses. In the same way I could not take it in the justice building, neither can I take it now, for all I long for now is to break the silence we’ve left void with our voices, “Don’t ruin it, Pixie.” But my voice does not have the affect I imagine, and as my voices begins to trail off so does her hold, and though my focus has been trained on the ledge above, the cracking beside me demands attention, and in a second too late I look to my left, but I’m left with the sight of nothing but empty ice, and though the thought replays in my mind on constant loop (don’t look down; don’t you dare), I turn my gaze to the ground below, and I’m met with the sight of Pixie, seemingly unharmed, but still dazed. “Not chill, Pixie!” And though I strain to shout the thought of whether or not it actually reaches her is unknown, and though I’d like to continue my one-sided conversation I refocus on the platform above me, straining to take hold of one crevice that will hold. There is no escape from this war now, not six feet under the drifts of snow, and not six feet above, where I desire to stake my claim. There were plenty of soldiers on ground zero—I was not needed. I had a battle plan of my own, and I would carry it out if it ended in the decimation of my own forces. [margaret dubois attempts to climb the pillar lmao] 3e_DSX8o1-3 [w0w so cl0se!!1!]

MARGARET DUBOIS DISTRICT 7 FEMALE THE 69TH GAMES made by anzie

1-3

[Kire]

  Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames
                                                                       I know, this is the point of no return

My axe was swiped away by the big brute but when the flames began to lick his skin I felt a small shudder of excitement and fear ripple through me. For a moment I thought that he might catch fire like Ten had and die in shrieking agony. But no, the flames on his skin and clothes died away, though the mark left behind was large and ugly. I had hurt him with the flames, sure enough, but it hadn't been the same type of beautiful disaster that had come about yesterday.

The boy from Four lunged at the boy from Three, but the latter was quick enough to escape a major blow from the career and so the ice pick only sliced his cheek open instead of potentially taking off his head. I was disappointed and it sickened me some, but I knew that I would find another opportunity to move soon and then I could attack again. The boy from Three tried to go for the girl from Five but she was out of his reach in a moment. Mason threw a hatchet at the girl from Five, his own fire burning and flickering. He caught her in her vulnerable moment after the dodge and his axe sliced into her neck. I waited, breathing slowly, to see how bad the wound was. It seemed shallow, but I could see that she was scared now. I didn't blame her because around the cut on her neck was a burn and the pain must be bad.

She ran towards the giant pillar that was next to us, reaching and grabbing and scrambling for purchase but nothing worked. My jaw tightened in sympathy and I wished I could boost her up. I was okay, but I hadn't just been attacked by the largest tribute in this damn wasteland. What was that saying "when hell freezes over"? Well, it had. This was frozen hell and-

I hissed, in anger, shock, and pain, as something or someone sliced into my shoulder. I turned to look and met the eyes of the boy from Seven. I narrowed my eye at him, clenching my fists tightly around my hatchets. "You're dead, Seven. You hear that? Dead." Just as I was about to strike I saw Lexi and Kate. The both went at the boy, weapons raised. The three of us had received fire from sponsorship last night, but as I watched, the life in Lexi's flames and then Kate's died. Still, their blows connected, if not deeply, in the boy's arm. They had hit almost the same spot. I bet that must have hurt.

A yelp sounded from behind me but I ignored it. More scrabbling came from the ice pillar and some words bounced back towards us but I ignored that too. My focus had turned once again to Mason, my hatchets ready and waiting to bite into flesh, the flames ready to lick his skin. I didn't stop to think about the fact that my thoughts sounded similar to one of the boys who also stood in this arena, in this fight. If I thought about that then I would weary myself and I couldn't afford that. I left Seven to Lexi and Kate, knowing they would keep him busy, and aimed my throw at Mason.

My lips curved up into a grin before splitting to show my teeth. I drew back my arm, breathed in, and threw.

OOC Notes

Marchello attacks Mason
ag9pPexY200+10000
Shallow Cut on Thigh -- 3.5 damage


fire roll below

[Fire]
1-50
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[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

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fillering bc busy af Lex attacks Mason Hammerfell |WZbDaX0axe Shallow Cut on Left Forearm -- 3.5 damage

LEX RONDHAL DISTRICT 4 MALE THE 69TH GAMES made by anzie

axe

[Arrows]

I will protect them,
I will save the lives of those I choose

     Prism let out a loud growl of discontent the moment he witnessed his axe soaring cleanly over the girl from five's head. What the hell. His mind cursed as he retracted back with his allies. Prism still was having trouble coming to terms with the fact he had missed her so badly. One would think that it would be easy to hit a target as big as a human, but it sure as hell wasn't. They weren't any better than trying to kill a shark in the ocean. They were fast, cunning, and above all had an annoying urge to survive.

     The sound of Wyatt grunting in pain caught Prism's attention instantly. His heart raced with worry at the speeds of a newly gassed race car. Prism was terrified to see what might be of Wyatt. Anything could happen in a feast after all. Yet what he saw luckily wasn't nearly as bad as the slaughtered and utterly destroyed Wyatt he was envisioning. All that had hit him was the same the Prism had been dealt. Two minor licks to his body that left a partial sting before the bitter sweet chill from the wind frosted the pain over.

     Overall Prism and his allies were all doing fine except for Mason who had taken quite a few hard hits. Part of Prism worried yet deep down a voice told him not to. That one way or another that giant brute of a tribute would find a way to survive. That or there would be one less of a deadly tribute in the arena. Either way Prism didn't have the time to mull it over in his head. As of right now he needed to begin preparing for his next move. One of which he hoped wouldn't go flying away over his target's head.

     Prism's electric blue eyes scanned the frozen feast as they hopped from one source of heat to another. Each one had a reason for Prism to attack them. Yet one caught his scanners more than the others, the boy from four. It wasn't that Prism had anything personal against the guy, he just really didn't appreciate him trying to kill him. Prism respected his efforts but he couldn't deny the challenge now. If the boy wanted a fight Prism would oblige like the gentleman his Father tried to make him.

     So as the snow continued to drift and dance on the chilling winds Prism let his target move back towards his allies. It was a plan that had proven to be effective back when he had fought in the forest with the girl from five's allies. They would fall back to the "protection" of their allies then as they grew comfortable he would strike like a snake who'd been waiting silently beneath a dark bush. It would be quick and sudden, the perfect kind of an attack for a feast.

~Prism Nixton~

{Prism Nixton Attacks Lex Rondhal with his Pick Axe}
RcrNnGBAaxe
Results:deep gash on right thigh- 8.0 damage

axe

[Cato]

mason hammerfell

words words words
lots of words
hahahaha
aka filler until I have time to write

-Mason attacks Pixie Ruined-

eXbYDeb9throwing axe
10184 -- Axe in Calf -- 8.5 damage

1-50
+2 minor burn

throwing axe�1-50

[ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ]

My axe leaves a slight cut in the boy from six as I quickly recall to my allies side. My teeth grind closely together as my hands grow tighter around my axe. I can't believe I barely even hit the guy. In a moment like this I had to deal blows that would cripple my enemies not leave them laughing at me like I am some wimpy little kid. I was suppose to be a tribute worthy of a ten in training and yet here I was showing it off so greatly. Another thought crossed my mind as I made brief eye contact with Prism from across the scarlet snow. If I didn't step up my game and start pulling my weight Prism could get seriously hurt, not just myself. Why was I caring exactly about him in a time like this, I wasn't sure but it probably had a lot to do with last night. Before the arrow had rudely decided to piece my foot. When he had given me the ring and I made sure that he was the one wearing it. A sudden and slight pain snapped me straight back into reality. The girl from six had attacked me so quickly while I was tuning out that her fire had gone out. Needless though she still landed a minor attack. Not to mention her friend from eleven was coming too. My muscles moved stiffly from the aching cold as I attempted to block her attack. I was partially successful in my efforts but still she managed to leave me with a little cut. Well this is going just dandy. Through the snow I saw my allies moving in for our next round of attacks. My heart beat quickened with anticipation at what might happen this time. I surely hoped I would get a better chop in than his weak ass one he had just minutes, no seconds, ago. That was when I saw the girl from five slip and fall off from the pillar. I let out a gnarled and utterly twisted laugh as the girl landed with a thud in the snow. Her failure would be my gain. Not to mention I was the one who took out her district partner. It seemed only like destiny that now I would find her right in front of me. With a sudden thrust downward I let my axe fall swiftly towards her. My mind remained as blank as my frozen face. Today I wouldn't smile until I saw the pillars of this feast vanishing behind me as I fled.

Attacks Pixie Ruined with Pick Axe
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Results: 11160 -- Deep Gash on Left Forearm -- 8.0 damage
axe

[Knuckles]

.: CHASKE PARKS :.
{district nine : 69th tribute}

The blade of the axe stuck deep into the stomach of the career, and the glorious blood spewed against the earth. It takes every ounce of strength I have inside me not to run towards him and drink it as it pours from the freshly created wound. A war ranges on around me. For the first time, I'm stronger than he ever imagined. I'm the beast he's caged inside for so long. Empty words. Broken promises. Every thing anyone could think of, and he's gone. He'll never see the light of day again, but my eyes are his. My lips are his, but he's just a figment of everyone's imagination - including mine.

Shrieks of the dying fill the air, and it's music to my ears. Hearing them dying as they're hacked to bits. One surprises me. The brute man from district two. Flames danced on his skin, and the smell of burning flesh fills my nostrils once again. It's such a sweet smell, and I can't wait for the organs of those fallen to boil. A feast for those who deserve it.

That's what this is, isn't it?

A stupid feast.

The corners of my lips turn upward into a crooked grin laced with malice as I watch the cowards run away. The puny ass tribute from district five, and tree man's district partner. I've never seen them, never cared about them, but they're running. Trying to grab a hold of the ice pillar to climb it. For a moment I watch. I watch as they struggle before falling back down to the earth. Howls of laughter burst from deep inside, and it hurts. My stomach. I'm doubled over laughing like an idiot in the midst of a storm.

Who cares.

I dare anyone to attack me. To place the blade of a weapon against my skin because in that moment they will fucking die. One of these hatchets will find its way into the skull of everyone around. Then, I'll use it to make the coat I've been dying for. Blood splatters against my face as weapons fly through the air making contact with those around. The puny ass girl from district five is almost gone. I can see it, and it makes me happy. So many people have to die, and she is one of them.

But the arrogant kid from district six launches another axe at him, and the career barely does any damage. I want to help him. To make it clear that everyone here doesn't have to attack in order to survive. What's the point in that? Maybe I want to eat someone alive? To hear them scream as I slowly fillet them like a fish. I want to watch the life fade from their eyes.

That's what a predator does.

They play with the prey.

They make sure it's had it's last share of fun before devouring it forever.

My eyes scan the area watching as the fighting rages on, and I want to be apart of it. I want to make sure that everyone here fears me. They fear the man living inside the mind of another. It's a horrible situation, but for now it must do.

Gripping the handle of another hatchet in my hand, I turn towards the group I remember. "You better be more polite to a man with fire." Simple words with such a powerful meaning, but it doesn't take an act of god for me to realize he's dying. Maybe I can feast on his bones later. Maybe I can make it so he never sees the light of day again. But no. I can't do that.

Someone else is calling my name.

That someone has blood pooling around him caused by the blade of my axe.

{table by zoë}

Chaske attacks {Alexis} | Throwing Hatchet
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[result: 10009 -- Broken Jaw -- 7 damagethrowing axe

[Python]

[presto][/presto]

ellexias

i won't compromise
i won't live a life on my knees
you think i am nothing
i am nothing

Somebody was screaming. It didn’t echo through corridors like in District Six. The air swallowed it up with chilling winds, sweeping it into oblivion. It didn’t haunt her like a dying scream did. Within walls of security and secrets she had listened to the sinful music of life in its final moments, each pitch a different threshold of pain reached because of their dedication to science. She didn’t want to be that hypocritical nurse, that villain behind closed doors who lied to protect her career, who skewed her own perception of the real world because of a selfish desire. Whether it was for good cause or not, was it worth the innocent lives? The same principle could be applied in this scenario. Again, she had chosen the selfish route. Three times.

Somebody was laughing. It sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew this time she couldn’t blame it on the cold. Was somebody among them a mental case? Had someone reached their sanity limit, having been stretched and wound too far and too tight under pressure? Or was somebody genuinely enjoying this scramble in the bloody snow? Sadists were not unheard of in the games. Animalistic human beings existed in this world, and their ferocity was well-spent in the arena. It was practically worshiped by The Capitol, and feared in the Districts. She scanned the area frantically to find its source. All she found was Alexis taking an axe to his mouth, somehow not eviscerated from the other one.

Two girls were trying to climb the ice column. She could only imagine what useful supplies were probably perched atop those treacherous heights, but she was in no condition to find out. It seemed Marchello’s attackers had found interest in another victim. It didn’t bring her comfort, and she didn’t come to a resting point. They were double-teaming the girl who had lost her grip on the ice pillar and plummeted into the snow. Survival of the fittest was too real in these scenarios. It was always the weakest and the most disadvantaged who were brutalized first. Marchello escaped every battle with new, blood-soaked bandages. Now this poor girl was being swarmed. What if her leg was broken?

Lexi didn’t know her, but a healer’s instincts never vanished. She may not have known her name, and perhaps in another fight she would’ve tried to kill her herself – but now it was infuriating to see nature at work, to see people at their worst. The Capitol wanted to see bodies litter this frozen wasteland. As much as she wanted to turn her back and deny them everything, she knew they might as well be in an invisible cage. If she fled, they would invent a creative way to kill her – a slow, agonizing way. What choice did she have but to stay and fight? And why not fight the ones who were making her blood boil? Not that she could count herself out as cruel. She had killed three people these past four days. They had been far from innocent, but that didn’t make her actions any less heinous.

Her eyes narrowed in on the boy she had grazed just a moment ago. He had ignored her attack, which she considered an advantage. Catching people off guard was a good survival tactic. Some might call it cowardly, but Lexi was not concerned with image and dignity. Her life was on the line. It was in her power to protect it.


[attacks Wyatt – ice pick]
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Deep Gash on Left Bicep -- 8.0 damage

i hear god's whisper
calling my name
it's in the wind
i am the savior

words: 579, graphics: rook
theme: god's whisper by raury

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