we all fall (dead) - {feast} {day five}
Mar 22, 2015 1:07:42 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Mar 22, 2015 1:07:42 GMT -5
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 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 Attacks Pixie Ruined with his Pick Axe}
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Results:Missed-0.0 damage
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Results:Missed-0.0 damage
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