Fight For Your JFF Life [Chase]

Ashleigh Tanner
I was honestly pissed. Showing up in some sort of boxing match, hearing my name called out loud, and being stabbed in the chest was not fun. I snarled at the boy, who is apparently from District Four. No fair. Pitting a teenage girl against some fit guy? I mean, so what if I'm a Capitol spy, and have been trained in the art of assassination? It still counts!

In my right hand I hold a knife (for throwing, I'm guessing from the strange looking handle), in the left a teal-coloured trident, and strapped across my back is a hefty battle axe. I have no idea how they got here, but to hell If I'm not gonna use 'em.

I use the knife first, just because it's there. I have trained with them, but I have to admit I am no ace.

Thrown Knife
[dice=200+9000]
Severed Ear; 8.0

I am overjoyed as the knife sails through the ear, slicing through the boy's ear. The thing falls to the ground, and I laugh at the bloody mess. That had to hurt.

Retreiving the knife from the far side of the ring, I retreat to my spot, and bring out my spear, ready for anything.

Ashleigh Tanner
Pain. Pain. Painpainpainpain. I force myself to snap out of it, long enough to take out the axe, and ready it in my hand. I test it's weight, and figure I can get at least one good swing out of it. If I held out that long, of course.

I take a step back from the boy. The way he's looking at me, it's different than the looks on the faces of most attackers. Not loathing. Not fear. Then what was it.

Oh hell, I had no time for this. I brought back my good arm, and swung.

Axe.
[dice=200+11000]
Shallow Cut on Right Shoulder; 3.5

EDITEDITEDI.

/INSERT ASHLEIGH'S RANTS HERE\

Thrown Knife
[dice=200+9000]
Deep Gash on Chest; 9.5