Sock'em Rock'em {Maye vs Granite Golem RE Fight} Day 3

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Maye

Another two cannons had sounded at some point, reminding her that in other areas of the arena, someone was possibly getting eaten. Maye sighed and dug Yorick out of her bag. “It was a trying morning, lemme tell you Skully.” There was always the possibility that he didn’t want her to tell him, but without legs he couldn’t exactly get away. “So this rock man pops out of the ground right? And, get this. He had no genitalia. At least, none that I could see.” Maye whistled. “And after trying to fist my leg a couple times he smacked me right in the kisser.” She shook her head.

“I was distraught.”

Maye grinned. “Luckily, I’m awesome. Yep, that’s right, I killed him dead.”  If Yorick thought such a feat was impressive he gave no indication one way or the other. Maye skipped along and whistled a jaunty tune. She saw something several feet away that looked a bit like a mailbox and squealed with delight as she continued talking to the skull. “I’ve been rethinking the pirate motif, it fits you pretty good.” Yorick’s front remained a rictus grimace as she started messing with the microphone again. “PANEM! SAY HELLO TO JACK MARROW! SHIT I MEAN, CAPTAIN JACK MARROW. “

The arena responded by making a rumbling complete with pebbles knocking against each other like a rocky rain.

Wait. I know that sound. Why do I know that sound?

Maye turned around slowly as a shadow fell over her and sucked at her teeth. “Motherfucker.” She said simply. It was the only word that came to mind. Another rock man. Another one. And the mailbox was actually in sight this time. The only problem was that this thing was going to pursue her there with the intention of eating her, just like the last.

“I thought we had something, Capri. But it’s clear you don’t want to be besties. Rude.” Maye grumbled, putting Yorrick away and sliding Jabby out of the strap on her back. “So, kindly find the time to...” she said curtly as readied her throwing stance,

“EAT A DIIIIIIIICK!”

As far as battle-cry’s went, she could have done a lot worse.

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-- BLOCK -- 0.0 damage

"Goddammit Jabby, what did I tell you about spending time with Pierce?" she muttered as she started to run like hell. "He's a bad influence."

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[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Torka Hammerfell Eighteen | Male | District Two

I killed the girl from seven. Her and her ally damn near got me though. Rolf and I have made a good duo. Better than I thought when I first met him. He's definitely pulling his weight. Despite appearing weak in the beginning of the games, Rolf is proving to be quite the companion. He seems to trust me. For how long remains to be seen. I take a minute to grab some of the things scattered on the ground before leaving the area. I give Rolf some stuff to hold onto. He does what he can to heal my wounds and I silently thank him for the help. I can rough it alone if I have to, but it is nice to have someone watching my back when I need to.

Rolf did what he could, but the pain from the wounds flare up again. I drop to one knee in pain. One look at myself and I know the next few days will be extremely tough. Breathing normally is already proving to be such a task. I imagine the Capitol loved seeing such an intense fight. I wander around with no sense of direction. Moving rather than remaining in one area. No telling what'll happen if the game makers get bored.

My eyes happen to fall onto some rocks moving. Nothing out of the ordinary at first until I spot Maye. I vaguely remember playing spin the bottle and recognizing her from the simple game. Waiting for what appears to be a mutt to take her out would be beneficial. I debate letting the mutt and Maye tear each other apart than swooping in for the kill. For now, I decide to help her. Rolf will no doubt guess my intentions. Rushing forward with my knife in hand, I lunge at the mutt.

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-Torka attacks Granite Golem-

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2136 -- Shallow Cut on Back of Head -- 4.5 damageknife

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine

Something woke me in the night
In the midst of the darkness I recognize the light
Now inside me the picture seems so clear
All the dying in my broken dreams is starting to appear

Tears fall from the sky landing on the ground beside me. Scattered showers remind me of a world I once lived it, but this is fiction. It's like one of the stories I read to my cousin as he went to sleep. One of the stories that have a happy ending, but my ending is still so far away. It could be within the next few hours, or maybe Katelyn will get her wish. I'd love to see her one more time. To apologize for what I said. I was just so angry, so hurt, frustrated. Living all these years knowing she's the reason I didn't have my brother anymore. But it seems I have the chance to join him soon.

My gaze is focused on the ground in front of me. Every step is unsteady. My heart sits inside my throat. Yet I follow the sound of Torka's steps never saying a word. So far he's one up on me, and I need to catch up. But how can I catch up when he killed a person and I just killed a foolish mutt? I'll never catch up because I'm not ready to kill someone. It's bound to happen though.

A heavy sigh leaves my chest, and I'm moving forward with nothing in mind when my eyes land on a girl from six, and some giant rock thing rising from the ground.

What in the.. oh my god what is that?

She looks like she needs help, but maybe the giant rock will kill her. Maybe it's one less person gunning for the ultimate prize at the end. But I see Torka going forward, and I know that I have to fight because I can't betray his trust.

Not now anyway.

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Rolf attacks {Granite Golem} | glaive
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[result: 13149 -- Deep Gash on Cheek -- 8.5 damage] glaive

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Rockefeller

He had been sleeping quietly in his dirt hovel, dreaming of shiny rocks and bashing boulders. Rockefeller was actually quite a nice nap when something stepped right on his head. How rude! He raised up from his hole, stretching to full his height mostly to be intimidating but also to show off his impeccable posture. He saw a body that resembled his own not too far away.
Rockwell?!
He looked to the hoo-man before him. It must be a hunter, a murderer that came here to hunt his kind for food, or sport. In its hands was a small skull- so she was a murderer of all kinds of creatures! How horrifying! This used to be a good neighborhood, before all these hoo-mans invaded it.

The hoo-man saw him and threw a pointy hunting stick at him, but somehow despite his massive size managed to miss. Maybe this hoo-man isn't that good of a hunter...

He was struck in the back of the head. He turned and saw two more hoo-mans, both with pointy bits. The other new one slashed at his face- his perfectly sculpted face.

He roared a deep bellowing sound and curled his rocky fingers into fists and brought them down on the hoo-man who had dared slash his face.

[Attacks Rolf]
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Maye

As Maye ran in a circle around the beast that batted her javelin away and sighing about how she’d just done this shit like less than thirty minutes ago, it occurred to her that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t a very bright idea to go around using the megaphone everywhere. That there was the possibility that such a thing was detrimental to her continued existence, because it was going to keep waking up rock men until one of them managed to take a bite out of her. Perhaps some of the other areas in the arena were safer than the twice damned granite flats.

She was completing her second circuit around the rock man when she saw people.

People.

Wait, Is that?

Maye stopped short and pulled out another javelin, waving it frantically as the pair of boys cut away at the creature. “Omigawd hi! Dorka! I mean, (shit), Torka! And Rolf from nine! Fancy meeting you here, did you know about the message I was planning to put in the mailbox?”Of course, not. She reminded herself a moment later. “Did you come to help little old me? I mean, I knew I was a good kisser but that spin the bottle kiss must have been pretty darn memorable!”

She chose to ignore the part of her brain that said these two were dangerous and were more than likely just mortified about the rock man and wanted to kill it before it became a problem and came after them. That they thought she was attractive and in need of rescuing was the much more appealing potential reason to think about. Don’t get jealous now, Yorick. We both know we’re no good for each other. The rock uh, fella brought it's fist down on one of her would-be saviors and Maye shrieked, even though Rolf managed to block the blow with his glaive. 

"Hey! You're not allowed to die until I get to show my appreciation!" she drawled while waggling her eyebrows seductively. Maye turned to the mutt. 

“Alright, no offense, but you’ve really got to die now, I’ve got things to see, people to do and all that jazz.” Having said so, she hurled another javelin in its general direction.

-attacks rockefeller-

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-- MISS -- 0.0 damage
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"What the FUCK is this SHIT!" she yelled, jumping up and down and stamping her feet as Pokey sailed away. Though in retrospect, aiming in the mutt's general direction was not the same as actually aiming for it.

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[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Torka Hammerfell Eighteen | Male | District Two

How did I do that? I guess it was just rising up, and I was able to bring the knife down just in time, but it's still unreal. This thing is unlike any human I've ever seen before in my entire life. It's tall, large, huge, and to top of off Maye is running around screaming her head off using profanities and cursing at the thing. When she sees me she calls me a weird name, and then corrects herself. She's talking about the kiss, and I immediately start to feel bad. I promised Zaya a kiss when I made it back to the Capitol, and I hope I can keep that promise. I told her she'd be my second.

Rolf is impressive too. Slashing the giant rock across the face - that is a face right? But he's only angered it because it brings its fist down trying to crush him, but at the last possible second he raises the glaive to block it. Maye screeches some more, and god do I wish she'd shut up before she alerted people in the area. But I don't say anything. I can't. I want to help her. I want to see her survive longer. Why? I don't know why. I could walk away and let this thing kill her, but nobody deserves to die like that.

Maye throws another javelin, and she misses and starts screaming again. How loud can a person be? My hand tightens around the knife, and I look at Maye then I turn to Rolf before looking at the giant rocks again. I won't let it kill any of us. I bite my tongue trying to think of words to say, but I don't know how. I just want to kill. I want more blood. After taking a deep breath, I attack the thing with everything that I have praying it doesn't fall.

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-Torka attacks Rockefeller/Granite golem-

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2094 -- Shallow Cut on Left Shoulder -- 3.5 damageknife

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine

Something woke me in the night
In the midst of the darkness I recognize the light
Now inside me the picture seems so clear
All the dying in my broken dreams is starting to appear

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

My chin drops to the ground as my eyes move from the feet of the rocks to it's giant, round head. It has to stand at least twelve feet high, and it obviously weighs a lot more than I do. I've never seen anything like this in my entire life, yet it's standing in front of me fighting and trying to kill. It's controlled by the gamemakers sitting pretty at the Capitol plotting our ultimate demise. But it's a game, and one can win the game. All I have to do is play my cards and deal with what I'm dealt, and this giant rock is standing in my way.

It could smash me under it's giant foot without thinking twice, it could destroy me within a matter of seconds. I'm just a piss ant in it's eyes. But how can it die? Rocks aren't alive. It's a mutt, yes, but it isn't a living breathing creature like a human. It's soulless. It has nothing living inside. Just a machine telling it to kill. It won't kill though because we're going to kill it. Me, Torka, and the girl from district six.

The girl from six is loud, and keeps getting louder by the second. I try to ignore her, yet her words distract me. Did she just call him Dorka? I raise a hand to scratch my head, but soon she's screaming. A shadow is looming over me, and I raise my weapon before falling towards the ground. "Hey! You're not allowed to die until I show you my appreciation." Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. This thing is trying to kill me and she wants to appreciate me. Sweat rolls from my brow - what have I got myself into? I want to run away before this giant rock pile tries to smash me again. I want to get away from this girl because she half scares me. But as long as they're here fighting, I'll stand by their side. All I can do is nod my head slightly before shouting my battle cry.

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Rolf attacks {granite golem} | glaive
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[result: 13056 -- Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage]glaive

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Rockefeller

The screeching hoo-man seemed to miss him again. Really? He was a giant rock creature and they were right there. Was it that hard to miss him? Maybe he should kneel down for it to smack him because, honestly, it was getting kind of sad.

The other two, however, were keeping Rockefeller pretty busy. They smacked at him again, chipping away the stones embedded in his shoulders and on his tummy. The whole reason he was taking a nap was because of a tummy ache and now they were hacking away at his belly. How rude.

Growling, he slammed his fists together before swinging at the hoo-mans who danced around his feet. He bent over aiming for the baldish one, hoping to smack him across the flat and away from his napping spot.

[Attacks Torka]
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[Bruised Ribs -- 3.0 damage]

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Maye

Both boys gave her a look, as if to say that she was was being far too loud, but neither said a word. Maye stuck her tongue out at them. Still, as the creature made to stand back up from punching Rolf, both of them managed to hit it, slicing at it's arm and its stomach. The creature reeled. "Don't all jump at once." she muttered. The rock man flailed about and tagged Torka with a glancing blow to the side, though it didn't seem to do much. Maye continued running around the battlefield in a circle and saluted the career from two. "No worries, these things don't pack much of a punch, they're just a pain in the dick to take down."

Maye grinned as she unslung another javelin. "Of  course, I already killed one of these earlier, so I know it can be done." She ignored the fact that she'd already missed this one twice, after all, she'd killed a sheep, a rock man, and a bird already; if she had killed that many tributes she'd have been on a roll. SHe had to be more careful. Pick the opportune moment and actually try to aim this time; no more fuckin about.  She couldn't afford to, now that she on Pierce of all javelins.  

"Watch and learn boys!" she hooted. 

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-- SHALLOW CUT ON BICEP -- 3.5 damage

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[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Filler flee. Will fill in when able.

-torka flees the fight-
-actions in trib maint-

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine

Something woke me in the night
In the midst of the darkness I recognize the light
Now inside me the picture seems so clear
All the dying in my broken dreams is starting to appear

Part of me feels bad for this giant rock creature. It's used for the games, and we're killing it. This is its sole purpose in life. Try to kill tributes while we try to kill it. Obliterate those standing in its path, and I'm sure it would've done the same to this girl fighting it. Torka wanted to help her, and I followed him because he's a brother, and brothers follow one another into battle. But this isn't a battle worth fighting. It's a war. Trying to keep myself alive while other's fall in it's path. But we're doing bad. We can't kill it, and I'm afraid it's going to kill us. Thankfully it didn't pack much of a punch when it hit Torka, but it still raised the hair on the back of my neck.

It could kill us easily while we're dancing around trying to avoid it's giant hands and feet. Inch by inch we're chipping away at it, but it's never enough not until the girl throws one last javelin it at. She's killed one earlier, so that makes her skilled in this. Me? I've never looked at one of these, and I never hope to see one again. The speared weapon barely does any damage, and I'm prepared to launch another attack when it crumbles.

Oh my god.

It's dead.

Finally.

When Torka runs, I think about the opportunity of killing her. She's standing in my way, but I can't do that. I just saved her life, and today is the only time I'll do that. Just today. A mutual feeling hopefully. She could've easily attacked me if she wanted to, but she didn't and that says something. So I nod my head before running away hoping another one of these rock things doesn't rise from the ground and stand in my way.

Because it might be enough to kill me, and I'm not ready to die.

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Rolf skedaddles the fight
[actions in trib maint]

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Maye

The rock man collapsed to the ground. Dead. Maye breathed a sigh of relief. Maye four, Gamemakers zero. She collected her weapons and stood on top of the corpse. "I AM WOMAN!" she hollered into the megaphone, doing a little dance on the fallen rock man. HAVING DEFEATED THE STONE GIANT BROTHERS WITH THE HELP OF SOME LOCAL BOYS, "THE LONE MAYNGER AND HER SIDEKICK BONTO DECIDE TO MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE LOCAL TAVERN TO CELEBRATE." She lowered the the megaphone and turned to face the pair.


"So, what say I find a couple ways to show my apprecia-"

But the duo was running for some reason. Away. From her. "H-hey!" Maye gasped in affronted shock and annoyance. "Where are you going?! I wasn't done talking to you, come back here!"  She pursued them, only pausing for a moment to tape a message to the outside of the mailbox before continuing on. "Come baaaaack!" she laughed wryly. "Is it the smell?" what was left of Sanders was getting pretty ripe, so she chucked the bird skeleton away as she ran after them. Playing hard to get could be fun, but only when the situation was reversed. 

OOC:Actions: Collects her javelins. Drops Sanders the bird skeleton, tapes her paper with the message "for a good time find Maye" to the mailbox.  Uses F/A for -3  skedaddles.