the Because I am bored Fight! (Zona vs. Chase)

I ducked, just in time. I cringed as the knife soared over my head, barely missing the top of my scalp. I glanced around, looking for the thrower. A boy, who-knows-what-age was standing there, breathing heavy. I glared. How dare he! Throwing knives at people just because they were walking behind him!

I marched over to where he stood. What in the hell do you think you are doing?! I fumed. I glanced down at the mini-axe I had sheathed in my belt, and the spear tied to my back. A runaway was always prepared.

I took out the mini-axe. I am not normally a violent person, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I knew this boy would probably apologize. Say he thought someone was chasing him. But I didn't want to give him a chance. He would pay for that.

I brought the blade of the axe all the way back, and swung with all my might.

Attacks Fenton:
[dice=200+11000]
Shallow Cut on Right Shoulder

I grimaced as she too took out an axe. Well that just would not do. I grinned as she swung her axe, and I all too easily raised mine as well, blocking her attempt to kill me.

I placed the weapon back in my belt, keeping my eyes locked on hers. I would not let her get the upperhand on me. Oh no sir! But I still had a secret weapon.

I pulled out my handy dart gun, a prized possession I had stolen from the Peacekeeper's themselves. Eat darts! And with that, I took aim and fired.

Attacks Prenton:
[dice=200+4000]
Arrow/Dart in Chest (Left)

I grinned as the dart THUNKED! into her chest. But still, she was not dead. Weak, but not dead. Not dead at all.

Ouch. She swings the axe, and the blunt side connects with my collarbone. That is definitly gonna leave a mark.

But instead of standing there groping my injuries, I decide to retaliate. After all, that is only the first hit she has gotten on me, and it was not nearly as bad as the injuries she has sustained.

I aim the dart gun yet again, and shoot.

Attacks Prenton:
[dice=200+4000]
Shallow Cut on Right Forearm

Marcelene Shumway

I cringed as the blade entered my stomach. That didn't feel very good. I swore internally, as the blade was ripped from my skin. I kept my lips pressed together. I was not about to let some amatuer see my cry.

I replaced my dart gun with the axe again. This had done me better anyway. I raised it above my head, and swung with all my might.