//a whirlwind reaching {down}\\ [cornucopia megamutt fight]
Jul 17, 2016 20:14:54 GMT -5
Post by Python on Jul 17, 2016 20:14:54 GMT -5
oh and she hits like ecstasy
comes up and bangs the sense out of me
it's wrong, but surely worst to leave
and she hits like ecstasy
so free up the cheaper seats
here comes the greek tragedy
comes up and bangs the sense out of me
it's wrong, but surely worst to leave
When he cut across the career’s shoulder, he thought of butchering Petra. Humans didn’t deserve to be hacked away piece by piece like raw meat, especially while they were still breathing. The arena was a place where those morals could be set aside, hiding in the shadows of swords and blood puddles. In this case, it was the shadow of a dragon. With each stamp of its bones into the cavern floor, Machaon felt shaken. His nerves were seizing in panic and his blood vessels were consumed by hellfire, forcing the blood between his ears to buzz until his focus dissipated. He couldn’t avoid a dragon and tributes simultaneously, and he couldn’t watch Justice’s back either. He was a deer, stunned in the midst of a forest. Not yet hunted, but it could happen at any moment.
The career from Two snarled at him. ”You get attacked by a dragon and go after me? Either you’re mentally deficient or you think revenge is going to offer you a nice little reward.” He thought of Percy, small and fierce, the day she clung to his leg and refused to let go. She was a stubborn child who deserved an entire world. Hell, most of these tributes deserved everything the Games would never offer them. Peace, happiness, love, a fucking family – and he couldn’t talk, he did have his family. They cared about him, raised him well, and he was grateful to have at least experienced that privilege. He didn’t know anything about these other tributes, but he was pretty sure they deserved anything but this. A fucking dragon hovering above their vulnerable faces, threatening to chew them to mush at any moment.
He wouldn’t wish that hell upon anyone. Not this career, not strangers – nobody. Revenge didn’t fuel him, no matter how badly he wished Percy could return to them.
”I might be mentally deficient, who knows,” he grumbled, and he could see that the career’s anger was justifiable. It’s my fault, he thought. He was a coward. He would rather turn his back to their biggest threat – a monstrosity of a mutt – than face it with confidence. Everything about its existence sent chills through his bones. It wasn’t a living, breathing creature, but a robot carved of realistic skeletons. It didn’t feel, it didn’t bleed, and it sure as hell wouldn’t die. Every swing created another small fissure in its structure, but that was all. No real damage was done, so what was the point? He knew he couldn’t dent the damn thing. It would eat him alive.
He could hear Atlas’ backlash and the venom behind it. Machaon didn’t want to mention Percy and think about petty revenge. Welcome to the fucking Hunger Games was right. He would have to do things he didn’t want to do, see things he didn’t want to see, and die a way he didn’t want to die. There was no golden crown in store for him; it was melting somewhere with Stevie’s blade. The Hunger Games would drive him into killing, just as it had yesterday. Why? Fear of death, longing for life, human instinct, all of the above. He had his reasons for attacking the career. He didn’t know if they were justified because he was cowardly, but guilt wouldn’t force him backward. It was too late, and Petra’s face flashing behind his eyelids was a reminder of that.
”So if you’ll excuse me, I have a dragon to slay, boys.”
The career’s sword left a mere scratch on the dragon’s ribcage.
”Doesn’t look like you’re slaying it to me,” he drawled. He didn’t think slaying it was an option. A better idea was to run away, although in such a cramped cave there was probably nowhere to hide.
Their strongest gamble was to stay and pray for the best.
and she hits like ecstasy
so free up the cheaper seats
here comes the greek tragedy
[attacks heathcliff - sword]
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Shallow Cut on Left Bicep -- 3.5 damage