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

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Torka Hammerfell Eighteen | Male | District Two

My hands are shaking, and I'm growing tired, but I know I can do better. I survived almost dying just yesterday. I can do this now. Part of me wants to feel anger at Zaya for doing this to me, but I can't blame her. I can't blame Rolf for leaving. I can't blame Maye. I can only blame myself. The shaking in my hands slowly moves to my arms, and holding a weapon is becoming increasingly harder. A lump sits in the back of my throat, and it blocks my airway. My lungs beg for a fresh breath of oxygen, yet the blood from the hole in my cheek leaks inside dripping down my throat. I'm sure my teeth are stained red right now, but I refuse to fall over. Blood continues leaking from my neck, and I know I can last much longer. It hurts. Every second feels like an entire lifetime passing by. Where are you, Rolf? I need you.

My vision is starting to blur, and I can't figure out where the giant cat is coming from. Yet I spin around as much as I can trying to get a visual. I think of my family at home, and I want to see them again, but I've messed up. At least Odysseus has Derek. At least my family has one another. Me? I have nobody. My teeth chatter together as I become increasingly cold. My lips start turning blue. Shallow breaths enter my lungs, but it's not enough to keep me alive. I have to kill it. I won't let it win. I can't.

I notch another arrow. Stumbling around and trying to stand, I feel myself growing weaker and weaker with each passing seconds. He promised he would return. He promised. A miss. A brief respite from the attack. My clothes are caked in red, and this mutt will be the same when I'm finished with it. I aim the bow, and I release the arrow. Maybe this one will save me from my intimate death.

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-Torka attacks Queenie-

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4194 -- Arrow in Thigh -- 6.0 damagebow

[sbeeg]

Queenie

Her claws miss their mark and she roars from frustration. Rearing back she stares down the tribute. He's stumbling, his face drenched in red. Yet, he still manages to pull back his bow string and send an arrow into her leg. She screeches, not prepared to feel pain. After all in her young life she had won every fight she'd been in, why would this one be any different? The mutt wanted to lick at her wounds, her pride having taken a severe blow from this human but something spurred her on. She couldn't let it end this way, she had to win.

She planted her paws, and ran at the tribute kicking up rocks as she went. Jaw open, teeth exposed, claws out. He was already weak, already bloodied. It should be easy to end him now. Practically a mercy killing some might say.

[Attacks Torka]
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[block -- 0.0]

knife

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Torka Hammerfell Eighteen | Male | District Two

My eyes narrow, and I don't know what to do. I need Rolf to return. I need his help. But I'm still fighting. I'm doing all I can. The arrow hits it's leg, and it shrieks in pain. The corners of my lips twist into a grin. I still got this. I can do it. I know I can. My hands shake rapidly as I try to notch another arrow, but I don't know if it'll work. The world is fading as my heart tries to pump blood through my body. It's hurting. Over and over, yet I can't give up. Would apologizing to Zaya save me? Probably not because the deed is done. I doubt she'll ever forgive me.

Somehow I manage to block its attack. I don't know how I did it. Maybe it's because I'm a career. Maybe it's because I've trained for my entire life for this moment. Dying by a mutt. What a way to die. I wouldn't put it past Zaya to do this to me. I've hurt her, and what better way to get back at me. Messing with a gamemaker was a wrong decision, yet I made a promise, and I wanted to keep it, but I didn't. I should've killed Maye. I should've ended her life. I should've told Rolf to attack her. I can't undo the past. So all I can do now is live.

I notch another arrow doing my best to put it on the string. My life is fading quickly. I really am sorry Zaya. Tears flow into the corner of my eyes, and I blink them away. I will not cry. I will stand my ground, and do whatever I can. I take a deep breath trying to steady my shaking arms and hands, and I aim at the mutt. If she wanted to kill me, I wish she would just get it over with. I close my eyes trying to relax. Steady now. I open my eyes and fire the arrow hoping Rolf shows soon.

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-Torka attacks Queenie-

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4109 -- Shallow Cut on Left Bicep -- 3.5 damagebow

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Queenie

He blocked her attack. His reflexes are good, but he's tired. She can see it in his movements. The way his shoulders sag, and his chest heaves with every breath. An arrow nicks her arm again, but the pain is nothing to her now. Queenie settles low to the ground, her eyes narrowing in on her prey. She can hear his panting, and can see how his eyes glisten before he shuts them to keep back his emotions.

He's built well. Like a warrior among this species, but he doesn't act like a warrior. He's weak. Physically and emotionally. Broken his promise to win the games, among other ones.

The chip in her head blinks again as another rush of aggression runs through her body making her shiver. She eyes her next meal and cocks her head to the side.

She wonders if this creature knows he's about to die.

She lunges.

[Attacks Torka]
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[Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage]

knife

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Torka Hammerfell Eighteen | Male | District Two

The poison is working its magic quickly. I'm feeling dizzy and light headed. Starting to feel my feet go numb. I'm barely able to stand. I'm not happy about my shots at the mutt. I'm doing the bare minimum to keep myself in this fight. There's enough left in me to put up a fight. I start to laugh at my situation. All these years devoting my very life to the games only to die to poison. What a way to go out. Not many in past games have died to poison. I foolishly thought there might have been a way to get more antidote for myself. Never should have used what I had left on Rolf.

I notch another arrow. The poison is too deep in my system for anything or anyone to save me now. It courses through my veins devouring everything in its path. I wish for him to return, I need him now. He said he'd come back. He promised. Even if Rolf comes back with something to help me, I am too far gone. I attempt to call out to Rolf for help, but I can't make any sounds. "Rolf. Please." I beg, but the words are muffled. Too much blood rushes down my throat. What can I do? I can fight. Try to stay alive. But I'm so tired, and I'm ready to lay down and rest. I just don't want to die forever.

The cat lowers itself closer to the ground, and I wonder if it's about to pounce and deliver the final blow. I take a deep breath as it comes lunging forward. I'm backing away as fast as I can with numb feet. I'm not sure if it's from blood loss or the poison surging through me. It barely slices into my stomach. A steady stream of blood drips silently onto the rocks beneath me as I aim the bow and arrow. My eyes are heavy, and I'm truly in a now or never moment. Hopefully Rolf shows up soon with an antidote, and enough strength to do what I am struggling to do. Together we're strong, but right now I am weak.

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-Torka attacks Queenie-

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4140 -- Miss -- 0.0 damagebow

[sbeeg]

Queenie

She watched carefully as the tribute blinked, his eyelids hesitating for a moment closed. He's weak. He's near death.

Somewhere a hand hovers over a button, unsure of what to do next. It's okay, Queenie still has her instincts. She growls again, watching the blood trickle from the scratch she landed on the tribute's stomach. He let an arrow fly but it glides past without her even needing to dodge. Blood drips on the granite, forming little puddles and filling her nostrils with the sharp tang of metal.

No more playing with her food. It was time to end this.

[Attacks Torka]
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[Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage]

knife

[Noah Vau - D2 (Cato)]

Torka Hammerfell Eighteen | Male | District Two

A miss. My attacks are getting worse. My eyes are shutting, and I will them to stay open, but I don't know how anymore. My actions aren't my own. My hands are weak and numb, and the bow slips from my grip crashing against the ground. I feel like I'm spinning around in many circles over and over trying to make myself dizzy. I stagger around with my arms extended trying to keep my balance, but the cat is still doing better than me. "I'm sorry." I mutter almost inaudibly. I don't know if she can hear me. I don't know if this mutt has a microphone or not. I doubt anyone will know who the words are directed to. It could be my brothers and sisters at home. It could be myself. Rolf. Maye. But it's not them. It's for Zaya. Sorry won't cut it now.

My legs give, and I topple over landing with a thud next to the bow. Rolf has abandon me. He's not here to save me. He's letting me die. No. I'm letting me die. I used my antidote on him. I made sure he stayed alive sacrificing myself. But he said he'd return with something to help, and I'm hoping it's soon. I try to lift the bow from the ground, but my fingers won't wrap around it. My eyes are drooping, and I can feel myself crashing further into the depths of death. I'm sorry. A minor cut to my left calf. Normally wouldn't be such a big deal, but I'm growing too weak to properly fight.

Crawling on my hands and knees, I do what I can slowly making my way towards the cat. I'm like it now. This is what I get for breaking my promises. I just wish she knew I regretted it. That it wasn't my fault. My vision is blurring, starting to fail me, but when I think I'm next to the cat, I swing my fists. I know it's not enough. I know it won't be enough, but I have to keep fighting. I have to keep myself alive.

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-Torka attacks Queenie-

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5197 -- Broken Jaw -- 7.0 damageunarmed

[sbeeg]

Queenie

The boy mutters something and spills onto the ground into the puddles of his own blood. His weapon falls from his fingers and she can smell death on him. He's crawling towards if, either to fight or to embrace her claws. She waits to see which one it is, thinking the later but ends up with his fist connecting with her head. The bones in her head rattle around and suddenly her jaw is slack and throbbing with pain.

Now, with her mouth sideways and broken, she won't be able to eat him. She rears up on her back legs, exposing the long claws on her front paws before bringing them down on him.
[Attacks Torka]
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[Deep Gash on Left Calf -- 8.0 damage]

knife