Battlefield Wars #2 [[Tester vs. Clove]]

Tester #2

I grimace in pain as the window peice slashes into my shoulder. The bitch. I won't let her get away with it. I glance at my pen. There is no more purple ink on the tip, but a very faint red tint. Her blood. I lower the small weapon, and glance at the victim.

I remember reading up on this one, before she was brought in. I remembered thinking about how weak she was going to be. How I would surely have her killed in an instant. I was wrong. From the looks of it, she is going to fight untill the end of it. Well, then. Looks like I'm going to have to raise the stakes.

Glancing at the pen, I realize the seal is broken. The ink that I had missed when I looked it over shortly before was gushing out of the crack. My hand was stained, and I had a feeling I was going to get no severe damage using this old thing anymore.

I throw aside the broken thing, and look around the cramped space again. All I see is a tin can lid, and a rusty old baseball bat. I choose the latter.

Picking up the still-heavy thing, I do a few practice swings, trying hard not to hit the brick wall beside me. This isn't a very good spot for playing baseball, but it'll do.

I raise the weapon above my head, and bring it down on her. Hard.

Clove. Club/Blunt.
[dice=200+7000]
Bruised Back
Damage - 2.5

I laugh in relish as the metal slams into her back. There will be a fairly large bruise there tommorrow morning. If she lives that long. I am sure she will not.

I lower the bat to my side, feeling my breath come in and out. I run my tongue over my lips, feeling every individual crack before slipping it back into my mouth. I toussle my hair, and bring the bat back up in front of my face, bracing myself for anything she can throw my way.