may it be {Aitu vs Pitfall Lizard + Jack Rattler Day 4}

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine

If we believe we can’t lose even mountains will move
It’s my faith it’s my life this is our battle cry
They can’t take us down If we stand our ground
If we live if we die We will shout out our battle cry

Silent tears fall from the sky scattering across the ground. Broken realities are turning true as a man stands before us. We're the judges and the executioners condemning people to death so we can survive. The convicted are truly innocent as the guilty suspects waltz through the arena. It's a shame, and I hate it because this isn't how I imagined the last few days of my life, but I'm not about to die at the hands of the innocent. I'd rather be guilty and still alive than innocent and dead.

It's such a harsh reality trapped deep within my bones. Helping somebody one day, and the next turning around to kill them. It isn't right, but nothing is right in the games we're playing. Saving Maye from ultimate death and destruction could've cost me my chance at winning the game, but I stood by her side because nobody deserves to die that way. Katelyn said it herself - Nobody deserves to die alone. Maye wasn't dead, but we saved her from an ultimate death. And I take pride in that.

I turn towards Torka wondering where we're going and how he's feeling now that Maye gave him that amazingly awkward kiss. Yet he has the kill under his belt, and it's all I can think of. He's one up on me. He's ahead of me, and I cannot let it stand that way. "Nice job with that kill." My voice is quiet, and I wonder if he hears me, but it doesn't matter because it's out of the way. Torka can go on hopping around and maybe boasting. But he hasn't yet. He's been modest about it, and I never expected that from a career.

"That thing could've killed us and her." I state calmly with a shrug of my shoulders. "But we got the best of it." I nod my head as a grin spreads from ear to ear. That's when I notice how bad Torka is actually looking. The fight between five and seven gave him a run for his money, and that giant rock punched him in the ribs - that had to hurt. Yet he's still alive. He's living another day, and I'm grateful for that. "Hey, you can rest tonight. I'll keep watch. I got this." It's not really an offer, but more of a statement that I need him to sleep, and that I need him to rest. We both have to be strong for tomorrow.

Sitting down, I draw my knees to my chest. The sky turns from light to dark, and the anthem blares through the arena. Mordecai Wu of district four. Another career is dead. My heart drops for a moment, but soon it turns to a joyous flutter. Three careers remain, and one is by my side. Jackson Samuels from six. I remember talking to him in the Capitol. It wasn't long, but it was enough to get to know him. But it's one less person standing in my way of winning the games. And Ryan Summit from seven. Torka killed her. I watched her die, and it's a bit heartbreaking.

Only fourteen stand in my way of winning.

The sky turns darker, and I notch an arrow in the bow, and I keep it loaded and looking around. I don't know if Torka sleeps, but I hope he does because I need him strong. I need him alive.

And he looks so peaceful when he sleeps.

A monster roars in my stomach begging for food. I rummage through my items, and I glare at the meat wishing I could eat it, but at the same time I can't. It's raw and uncooked, and I just want some warm food inside my belly. Licking my lips, I ignore the urge to devour it.

I sit alone all night making sure he's safe. Making sure we both wake up in the morning, and man it's a long night.

When the sun rises, I rub my eyes, and I stretch my hands over my head before placing the bow back in the trash bag. I grab the polled weapon, and I look around. At the first sign of Torka stirring, a grin twists across my face. He looks better today.

"You're ahead of me. It's my turn to even the score." I try to make a joke, and I hope he understands. "I'm gonna do better today. I swear."

My ankles keep twisting and turning, and I'm actually amazed I haven't broken a bone yet, but I keep the mood to myself. I keep meaning to take them off, but I keep forgetting, and as I'm about to take them off, I see something off in the distance coming closer and closer. A dark, toothy grin twists across my face.

"I hope you're prepared to die." I say to the shadows, but I can tell right away it's not a human. I start moving forward, poled weapon at the ready. The severed leg and foot beats against my chest with the rhythm of my beating heart. This is important. It's do or die.

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Rolf attacks {jack rattler} | glaive
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[result: 13095 -- Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage]glaive

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Torka Hammerfell Eighteen | Male | District Two

I walk around a bit. Still taken by surprise from the encounter with Maye. Two fights back to back. There's barely any energy left in my body. Rolf and I got through a fight. I thought we'd be able to relax, but we managed to find Maye of all people. We helped her kill that abomination of a mutt. We should have killed her, but both of us fell for her charm. It was one thing for me to fall for it in the training center. It's another for it to happen in the arena where she could easily have killed me. If not for Rolf being by my side, I'd probably be dead right now. I nod to Rolf silently acknowledging the kill.

When Rolf mentions how the mutt could have killed us and her, I laugh a little. "That mutt was never going to kill us. We're an amazing team, Rolf." I wasn't worried about the mutt, but Rolf must have feared it. Everything happened so fast. Rolf wants me to rest and I eye him briefly before laying down to rest. I'm way too exhausted to argue. For a little while, I have to trust that I won't be killed in my sleep. The anthem starts to play out which has be jumping right up. Three faces appear in the sky. One of them by my own hand. Only fourteen left before I make it back home. Back to Zaya. I broke my promise to her.

I must've been sleeping good because I wake up with Rolf standing around talking. He must've taken a lesson from Maye or something. Rolf talks about how he's going to do better today, and he's done well. I would've killed him if he was deemed unworthy of standing by my side, but he has, and I respect him for it. But with him wanting to even the score, it makes me want to kill more. I want to stay ahead of him. I want to make sure that I always have the upper hand. I've trained for this, and he hasn't. I taught him in the training center. I showed him how to fight, and he's a quick learner. Rolf is definitely a keeper. Hopefully I'm not the one that has to kill him.

Rolf stumbles around, and I'm chuckling at him. I figured by now he would've mastered walking in the shoes, but he hasn't. Oh well. He suddenly takes charge, and I'm moving around eyeing the direction he's moving. More mutts. Why can't the gamemakers send me another human to fight? I want to kill them. But for now, I have to worry about the mutts. I have to kill them before they kill us. Rolf attacks the smaller one, and I know it's best to follow his lead. So I take a deep breath steadying myself. My hand tightens on the knife, and I attack.

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-Torka attacks Jack Rattler-

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2183 -- Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damageknife

[aya]

Shaky

Hop. Hop. Hop. Sha-sha-sha-shake. Being a pint-sized fluffball with fangs, Shaky has little knowledge of popular culture — and less knowledge of the short-lived icon whose signature booty shake he was meant to replicate. From their creation, Jack Rattlers were pre-programmed to gyrate and twitch; in recent years, that instinct was tweaked. By Shaky's iteration, it is perfected.

La, la, la, booty shake.

Booty shake right into the point of a glaive.

If Shaky had the requisite pop cultural knowledge and the depth of thought required to appreciate situational irony, he may have flopped his overlarge ears in amusement. Instead, he loosed an ear-splitting screech, leading a retaliation with his two lightning fangs.

[attacks Rolf, fangs/knife]
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[2195 -- Shallow Cut on Left Thigh -- 3.5 damage]


Hissy

It is a rare thing for a six-foot, two hundred pound scaled monster to get the drop on anyone — by design, it was the humans who dropped in on Pitfall Lizards. But the Jack Rattler that was deployed along with Hissy had done his job, drawing the boys' attention and giving the reptile a chance to slither up behind them and bare his claws.

[attacks Torka, claws/knife]
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[2194 -- Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage]
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[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine

If we believe we can’t lose even mountains will move
It’s my faith it’s my life this is our battle cry
They can’t take us down If we stand our ground
If we live if we die We will shout out our battle cry

It's such a cute little thing, but anything that's cute in the arena is too good to be true. I find myself staring at it's floppy ears, and part of me wants to reach down and pick it up, but I'm thrown to the side when Torka comes in attacking it as well. I shouldn't feel bad about harming the little critter, yet something inside of me is falling apart. My heart plummets to the pits of the unknown. Butterflies dance awkwardly inside my stomach twisting my intestines together. I guess it's cuteness is only something sent to catch us off guard because the cute little mutt releases a bloodcurdling screech, and I'm stumbling away from it, but not quick enough because it's teeth snag my leg.

Loud violent roars bellow through my ears and bounce through my skull. I thought the mutts the other day were bad, but this makes sounds just like them. My eyes are watering, and I'm trying to keep myself from toppling over. This mutt isn't so cute after all.

I blink a couple times turning around -

"Torka! Behind you!"

A tall, lizard thing is coming towards him, and I hope I can get his attention fast enough before it devours him. I don't know what to think of it because it's slightly taller than I am, and it definitely outweighs me by quite a bit. I'm just glad it's not one of those mutant rocks we helped fend off the other day. I should've let it kill Maye, but at the same time, I'm glad it's dead. I'm glad she's alive. Dying to a mutt would be a complete disaster.

My hand clenches around the poled weapon, and I'm moving forward. My eyes locked on the tiny little critter. It moves so fast, and I'm trying to figure out the perfect moment to strike. It would be awful to die to a bunny. I close my eyes for only a moment, and when I open them I make my move hoping for the best.

May the best man or beast win.

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Rolf attacks {jack rattler} | glaive
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[result: 13091 -- Shallow Cut on Left Bicep -- 3.5 damage]glaive

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Torka Hammerfell Eighteen | Male | District Two

This thing is such a tiny thing. What is wrong with the gamemakers? Don't they realize I need something with more power? Something stronger? Something that can actually test me? This little thing won't do it. It's not going to cut it. But it's quicker than I thought. My knife barely hits it. I should have the advantage over Rolf because his weapon is longer, and it gives the mutt time to move, but me? I can get up close and personal to it. I guess that was a mistake because it's screeching almost like the sound of the mutts from a couple days ago, and it catches me completely off guard. I take a step back as it lunges quickly towards Rolf with it's fangs extended. Thankfully he was paying attention and avoided what could've been much worse.

Focusing on the mutt in front of me, I'm thinking of the many ways to kill it. I could put my knife through it's tiny eye, or maybe I could slit it's throat. Maybe have rabbit stew later. Something fun. Maybe. First we have to kill it. A dark grin twists across my face, and I'm about to lunge to kill it when Rolf shouts at me to look behind me. I turn around quickly, and my eyes land on the mutt standing behind me. It takes all I have not to scream from shock. That would be embarrassing. I scan the mutt up and down. It's tall, but nothing like the rocks I saw yesterday. It's some kind of lizard. My chin drops to the ground as I try to figure it out.

I turn around fast to see Rolf attack the tiny creature again. Why is it so hard to kill it? Do I have to do everything today? At least he's hitting it though. We're both not making the best attacks. I need to focus, and I need him to focus too. I tighten my grip on the knife thinking good thoughts. I'm going to kill it. I'm going to make sure it doesn't hurt either of us. It has to die before it does more damage than it's already done. Watch and learn, Rolf. Watch and learn. I feel myself growing strong, and I know it's possible. I'll put myself ahead of Rolf even further. So much for him evening the score. This is my kill, and I'll be damned if he steals it from me.

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-Torka attacks Jack Rattler-

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2107 -- Deep Gash on Forehead -- 9.0 damage
+1 bladesknife

[aya]

Hissy

It is a common misconception that cold pumps through cold hearts, but still Hissy feels the acute loss of the rattling rabbit as the hulking boy drives claw across Shaky's fluffy face. The lizard knows the wound is fatal before his partner in crime stops twitching. Mutts get no cannon to sound their last rites, but Shaky's own death rattle knells his end.

Hissy does not mourn for Shaky's too-quick demise. He mourns for all of them, every living creature placed in the arena simply to be thrown away. They are all disposable; he'd like to be disposable and important.

[attacks Torka, claws/knife]
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[2009 -- Deep Gash on Neck -- 10.0 damage]

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[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine

If we believe we can’t lose even mountains will move
It’s my faith it’s my life this is our battle cry
They can’t take us down If we stand our ground
If we live if we die We will shout out our battle cry

Hopeful dreams come crashing down right before my eyes, and nothing can stop it. Growing old and having a family is slowly slipping from my grasps - why did this happen to me? It's a terrible fate, and for the longest time I've wanted a chance to prove that I'm someone nobody thinks I am. My own family hates me. Maybe it's best if I die in this godforsaken place. But I want to live. I want to see Benny again. I want to read him stories, and I want to wrap my arms around my dearest sister. Citadel means the world to me, and I can't die. I have to see her again. Yet it means doing terrible things. It means killing people even though I don't want to.

It's a harsh reality nobody should face, however, we were chosen. We were selected, well some volunteered for this, but it's the same thing. They all fight for the honor and glory. The careers want to carry a victory home, but me? I just want to go home to my family again. I want to take Benny for walks. I want to beg Pherick for the forgiveness I don't deserve. I want to show Citadel that I am strong; I sent her a letter the other day, but I'm not sure if she received it. It's probably a trick knowing the way the games work. Give us hope only to steal it away.

But who has hope in here?

Me?

Torka?

The little rabbit thing he just killed?

The giant liz -

Shit!

I completely forgot about the lizard roaming around.

Tightening my grip on the poled weapon, I'm spinning around, eyes scanning in every direction trying to locate the giant mutt. It's huge, how can I miss something like this?

Finally my eyes land on it, and it's just a moment too late.

"Torka!" I scream at the top of my lungs as the lizard slices into his neck. Blood gushes from his wound, and I'm almost positive he's going to fall over dead. My heart leaps into my throat, many thoughts run through my mind. He can't die. I can't lose my brother. He's all that I have. I'll patch him up when this lizard is dead. He just has to survive. You can do it buddy. Please.

My eyes narrow as I raise the poled weapon into the air. I can't let it kill him. I can't let it hurt us anymore. It has to die right now, and I'm the one that needs to kill it. Heat radiates from my cheeks as my blood pools inside it. Every hair stands on end. Red spots flash before my eyes. My jaw clenches tightly.

I'm going to kill it, and nobody can stop me.

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Rolf attacks {hissy the lizard} | glaive
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[result: 13025 -- deep gash on neck -- 10 damage]glaive

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Torka Hammerfell Eighteen | Male | District Two

A dark grin twists across my face spreading from ear to ear as I drive my knife across the face of the little mutt. I watch as it twitches a bit on the ground and resting completely. It's dead. I killed it. Another one for me. I turn towards Rolf nodding my head. He's doing well, and I need him to do better. I need him to step up his game before the mutts kill us both. I want the blood of humans. I want to feel it. I want to taste it. I want more. Killing one person is the start, but at the same time, it's not enough to satisfy me. I want more. More. And this mutt doesn't give me the satisfaction I deserve.

"Torka!"

I turn around as the claw of the giant lizard slashes my throat. Blood spews from the gaping hole, and I'm taken back. My gait is unsteady as the blood covers my face, my clothes. Rolf is looking at me like I'm going to die, and maybe he's right, but it's only a flesh wound. I watch as he turns around holding the glaive tightly. It's been so long since I've seen him this way, and this is what I need. I need him angry. I need him emotional because his attacks are better. He was distracted by the little mutt, and now the big one has taken a chunk out of me. Tears fill the corners of my eyes, yet I blink them away like nothing is wrong. I am strong, and I'm not going to die.

I watch as Rolf attacks the mutt with such a force, and I swear he's about to cut his head off, but the mutt moves away at the last possible second. His blow matches the blow the lizard did to me. I hope it's enough to kill it because I can't stand like this much longer. I raise a hand trying to shield my neck from anymore damage. A bloodied hand wraps around the knife, and I face the mutt staring it down daring it to attack me again. I'll speak to Rolf later because I have much to say, but I'm afraid of losing myself and focus if I try to do anything. I take a deep breath, and I nod my head at him letting him know I saw. Letting him know that he's doing well. And as I turn away, I ready myself, and deliver the best blow possible.

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-Torka attacks Hissy the lizard-

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2098 -- Stabbed in Stomach -- 9.5 damage
+1 bladesknife

[aya]

Hissy

As the boys turn on him, blood flowing hot and heavy from neck and belly, Hissy can't help but feel as if he's made a huge mistake. But his claws are sharp and his teeth are sharper:

[attacks Rolf, teeth/knife]
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[2055 -- Two Severed Fingers on Right Hand -- 9.0 damage]

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[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine

If we believe we can’t lose even mountains will move
It’s my faith it’s my life this is our battle cry
They can’t take us down If we stand our ground
If we live if we die We will shout out our battle cry

It moved before the blade could cut clean through it's ugly head leaving only a gaping hole on it's scaly neck. I wanted to kill it, to make it feel the pain it was causing us. Blood continued gushing from Torka's neck, and I wanted nothing more than for this fight to end so I could save his life. But I had done the damage that's needed. Blood spewed from it, and I'm not even sure if it's real blood because this creature isn't real. Everything living inside the arena is fake. It's turning us into monsters. Slaughtering who we once were only for a fake person to return home at the very end. Nobody remains the same, and some just break promises that nobody needed to keep.

He nods at me before turning around and stabbing it in the stomach. This is perfect. It's all falling into place, but the lizard runs at me teeth bared, and I'm moving backwards as fast as these heels will allow me. Eyes wide with fear, every hair standing on end, sweat rolls from my brow, and my muscles quiver inside me. My heart leaps into the back of my throat as I roll my ankle falling towards the ground.

Shit.

My mind races as I try to stand, but the thing latches down on my hand. A bloodcurdling scream bellows from somewhere deep inside as my fingers leave my hand. This lizard is trying to eat me alive, yet it's not going to succeed. I'm going to kill it if it's the last thing I do. Blood spews from gaping holes at the end of my hands. I'm left with two bloody stubs. Tears fall down the side of my face as I'm screaming louder with each passing second. Fucking hell.

I've never experienced this type of pain in my entire life, but if Chaske could handle the pain he dealt with living inside the arena, I can live with this.

Get up, Rolf.

A river of crimson flows down the handle of the weapon dripping silently onto the ground. I toss it over to my left hand trying to get the feel of it, but there's nothing to do. I'm useless without my fingers. But I'm still alive. I have a hand. I'm breathing. I'm going to make it another day.

Dammit this fucking hurts.

I refuse to die.

Pressing the blade of the weapon into the ground, I hoist myself into the air. The world spins rapidly around me, and I swear I'm about to fall over. My legs are wobbly, and I don't know how Torka is still standing despite the blood leaking from the side of his neck. If he can fight with an almost fatal wound, I can fight with two missing fingers.

I take a deep breath before turning towards the giant lizard. I ready the weapon, and I prepare to strike as only one word leaves my lips. "Die."

And I swing with all I have hoping it's going to die.

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Rolf attacks {hissy the lizard} | glaive
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[result: 13153 -- Shallow Cut on Left Thigh -- 3.5 damage]glaive

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Torka Hammerfell Eighteen | Male | District Two

My knife landed perfectly in its stomach. I twist it around before yanking it out. Blood drips onto the ground pooling beneath it, but it quickly turns towards Rolf. I try getting it's attention because I want it to attack me. I want it to injure me, and not him, but why is that? I'm going to die with this neck injury anyway unless we finish this soon. Blood is spewing everywhere, and I don't know what to do. I can't stop in the middle of a fight to stitch it up. I take a deep breath trying to fight against the pain. It's only a flesh wound, and it's not going to kill me. I'll survive it just like I've done many times before. I survived my stay inside the detention center, and this is nothing compared to that.

Rolf screams really loud, and I turn towards him. He's on the ground clutching his hand. Blood leaks between his fingers, and when he moves his hand to stand up, I see he's missing some fingers. It's just a flesh wound I want to tell him, but I know it hurts. But I've never lost a part of myself, so I have no idea how it feels. He's screaming still, and he's pushing himself into a standing position. God I need him alive, he can't die. This lizard is getting the best of us, and it's killing me over and over. He's trying to fight, but I know with the pain he's not going to do well. He's not trained for this, and I am.

He charges at the lizard shouting for it to die, and he swings. He's off balance barely doing anything. Focus, Rolf. Focus. I feel the words trying to slip past my lips, but I force myself to stay silent. He deserves this chance to do bad, and I'll forgive him this once, but I have to save his life. I have to make sure we're both still alive at the end of this. We can patch each other up. That's all we can do. My grip loosens for just a second, and I take a deep breath before turning around. I'm going to kill it. I'm going to get ahead of him. Not by one mutt, but by another mutt and a human kill. It's a game after all, and I might as well have some fun and enjoy it.

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-Torka attacks Hissy the lizard-

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2113 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage

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2129 -- Deep Gash on Left Forearm -- 8.0 damageknife�knife

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Rolf Parks Eighteen | Male | District Nine

If we believe we can’t lose even mountains will move
It’s my faith it’s my life this is our battle cry
They can’t take us down If we stand our ground
If we live if we die We will shout out our battle cry

Violent sobs fly past my lips as the pain becomes unbearable. I've never felt nothing like this in my entire life, yet I keep pushing myself forward. Each breath catches in the back of my throat as the poled weapon barely nicks the lizard. A stream of crimson spews from the stubs where my fingers once was. Tears pour down the side of my face as I fight to blink them away. Earth shattering screams bellow from my lips - I know I need to stop screaming before some lucky tributes find me, but I can't do it. The poled weapon drops to the ground as Torka finishes off the fight. He's too far ahead of me to catch him now, but he's still alive.

He's lost so much blood from the gaping hole in his neck, and I want to fix it now before he dies beside me. Torka can't die. He has to stay alive because I can't live without him.

I'm falling forward, arms extended catching the brute force. Shock waves of pain vibrate up my arms, however, it doesn't match the pain throbbing through my hand. I'm broken, unfixable, yet somehow I'm still alive. A hand touches my back, and I jump out of my skin. I roll over, and Torka is standing over top of me. Blood gushing from the hole in his neck. "We...need..." I rummage through the trash finding the needle and thread, and I'm about to offer to stitch his neck up when he takes it from me using it to sew the stubs together. It hurts so much, and I can't stop myself from screaming as the needle pierces my delicate skin. But soon it's over, or I thought it was over because another needle jams into my wrist.

What is he doing?

Torka gave me the only cure for the poison. He's saving my life, and I have to save his too.

I won't let him down.

Pushing myself into a standing position, I wipe the tears away. My eyes lock on his as I try to give him some hope. "I'll be back buddy with something to help you. I promise." I take a deep breath before grabbing my stuff and running away. I don't know if he's going to make it or not, but I have to try. I have to make it back to save him.

Every hair stands on end as I keep searching and searching looking for something. I'm begging for someone to send me what's needed. Because he's running out of time, and I'm probably the only hope he has left.

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Rolf skedaddles the fight
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[sbeeg]

Queenie

She lifts her head, sniffing at the scent on the breeze. She follows the scent through the flat, a clean path almost as if someone laid it out for her. She crouches against the gems, watching her prey ahead. A human, a male. The scent is coming from him. It's mouth watering, and she her jaw falls open at the thought of eating the meat from his bones.

She slowly walks towards him, her paws making contact with the granite below so carefully it's silent. In her quite stride, she sniffs the full scent of him right there in front of her. Her mind programmed to sniff, to follow, to devour. A low growl escapes her throat, just enough warning to her prey before she pounces.

[Attacks Torka]
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[Deep Gash on Cheek -- 8.5 damage]

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[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Torka Hammerfell Eighteen | Male | District Two

It's over. I killed it. I killed both of them, but for a good reason. They would've killed us. Rolf is still leaning over clutching his hand, and I know he needs my help, but what can I do? He's such a strong man, and to see him in this much pain hurts me. It tears my soul apart, and I want to help him. I raise a hand to my neck as knife falls from my hand clattering against the ground. It's still gushing blood. Pouring from a wound that the lizard caused. But it's dead. I make my way to Rolf who's know lying on the ground panting. I make my way over to him, and I place my hand on his back. I could kill him right now, and he wouldn't know what hit him. I could slit his threat, and nothing would matter. I would go on, but I can't do that. I don't know why, but I can't. I respect him way too much.

I take the needle and thread and ask him to hold out his hand, and he does. I take my time while stitching the gaping holes in his fingers together. He cries out a couple times, and it breaks my heart, but once I finish, I jab another needle into a vein on his wrist. Karma bites me in the ass. A broken promise is coming back to haunt me. The lizard like mutt got me in the throat. I can feel its poison coursing through my body, and I know it's coursing through him.

Rolf stands and he looks better, but I can feels my hands starting to shake. "I'll be back buddy with something to help you. I promise" He must be feeling better, thankfully. While he's gone, I go through trading out some more items of his. He has to survive. I want him to make it home. He has his entire life ahead of him, and I have nothing. Now another mutt happens to attack as Rolf leaves. Is this payback for what happened yesterday? Has to be. My own damn fault for putting myself in this situation. I should have killed Maye. Now I'm suffering the consequences.

Another attack. This time to my cheek. So much blood lost. Blood sprays across my face. It's dripping from my hands. I try to call out for Rolf to return, but I can't. I can't find a voice to speak with. I grab the bow and arrow I took, and I both an arrow. Forcing myself into a standing position, I look at the ugly cat that's come my way. It's going to kill me. I messed up because I broke a promise to a gamemaker, and now I must pay. But I'll be damned if I don't go down without a fight. I take a deep breath before releasing an arrow and praying for the best.

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-Torka attacks Queenie-

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Blood flows from the tribute's face and it makes Queenie's mouth water even more. She was programmed just for this: spilling blood and licking it up. The boy manages to notch an arrow and aim it at her, but it only nicks her thick front leg. She bares her teeth at him, pulling back her lips and growling deep in her throat. Deep inside of her skull a microchip blinks as it releases more chemicals inside her brain making her aggressive, forcing her to kill. With the new flow of rage pulsing through her body she lurches forward, slashing at the boy as if pushed forward by her own deep seated hate.

But she was only a mutt. A mutt cannot have a personal vendetta against a tribute, can it?

No, it'll only look like blood lust on the camera; an animal that needs to feed. Or the person at the control panel certainly hoped so.

[Attacks Torka]
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