{The Burden} Day 7 Razor/Aenor Fight

Aénor paid little attention to the Anthem. She knew that Seah was going to hunt Dicentra that day, so the face from the cannon was likely one of theirs. It wouldn’t even bother her if the face was Seah’s. He was just one more person to kill if he were still alive. Company meant nothing to her as her sanity quickly deteriorated. The blonde girl gave the dreary sky a quick glance from the mouth of the cave in which she used as shelter. Dicentra from District Six was in fact dead. Three more tributes were left for her to kill and kill she would. Aénor Kembry would enjoy crushing and hacking off more body parts from the remaining. The blood and dirt that covered her skin was a welcome reminder of what she was fighting for. She would either die in the next twenty-four hours or she would be fighting in the grand finale of the 58th Hunger Games.

However surreal it might feel to her sponsors in the Capitol, Aénor was having fun while it lasted. If she were to die, her death would be welcome for swore to herself during that Anthem that she would fight until her dying breath. She could have no mercy for anyone at this point, not even Seaborgium Storstrand. Seah would have to die for her to live, along with Razor Creel and Lethe Turner. Two sets of former allies (however the latter was unbeknownst to her) were left in the arena unless Razor and Lethe were as mad as she was to travel together. Aénor lost her grip on reality and sadism was something Aénor had grown to like in the arena. Torture and blood was fun and so it made her as happy as her machines had back home.

As she had relaxed the day before, Aénor found herself awake during the night with her weapons set in front of her. She had named them all the same name. Her flail was her favorite as it was the heaviest and strongest of the four. It wasn’t the most consistent in attacks but it could kill any tribute easily. It had killed Gage Cooper with help from Seah. The hatchet was next in line, but she didn’t use it as much as she should have. The throwing knives were special because Raphale had given them to her as he died. The sword was just another strong weapon. The attacks were quick and no fun was to be found in it.

In time, the rain from the day before had returned. Aénor watched it with interest as the colors of the rain shone as it poured over the tusks and skulls of the Elephant Graveyard. It seemed normal at first but quickly the intensity of the rain and wind grew stronger. This was the liquid version of the mosquitoes from day five. Cool, she thought, more death. Maybe I’ll kill that Razor Creel with that girlfriend Saskia who Gage killed. Oh, how she loved rubbing salt into the wound. She wanted to see Razor squirm as she rubbed in his lover’s death. As she thought through all of the scenarios that could follow she got off of her ass in the cave and ran to meet any tributes who she might come across. Soon, she ran into the jungle she had been before. Though, this part of the jungle was much denser than where her alliance had formerly slept. It was so much hotter than from where Aénor has ran. The canopy above her still let in the rain, but it was far more tolerable.

At first, Aénor Kembry thought she was alone in the jungle. She was ready to set back to running even though it was nearly impossible with her heavy boots and the moist green earth. Those plans were ruined when a sword much like her own flew by her head. Oh dear, looks like I get a fight after all. Aénor giggled cheerfully and clapped her hands like a child. The sword missed, thankfully, but Aénor was going to let this tribute try again before she tore them to pieces. She had no doubt in her mind that she could and would win this fight. After all, she was the strongest tribute in the arena now and her training score proved it. No one could beat Aénor Kembry, ot even a five person team that died within three days of attacking her. She was in the top four, not them. She had proven herself to be one of the strongest and smartest competitors in Hunger Games history. Aénor had gotten herself a big ego, and it was debatable whether or not her ego was rightfully earned.

"Hello Miss. My name is Razor Creel. Could I have the pleasure of your name?"

She giggled again with her hand over her mouth. She was going to get to intimidate Razor Creel after all. Aénor would scare him to death then carve a smile into his stomach. The blonde girl was going to enjoy killing him as she did Gage in a way. Gage was her kill. She broke his knee so he couldn’t run from the fight and that was what killed him. Her flail had killed him and her flail would also kill Razor Creel. If she was the victor, she could live vicariously through the District Three tributes that would follow her for the rest of her life. She would always have more blood. Aénor would have machines and blood for the rest of her life.

"My, what a collection of items you have there. Been hunting our fellow tributes? Not very nice. I'm afraid I'll have to confiscate what you have there."

She’d like to see this boy try to steal her weapons. There was no way in hell he could kill her. Her weapons and friends would never fail her. Aénor would kill Razor Creel and she would enjoy it. Razor was strong, but Aénor was stronger.

“Hush Saskia. I'm trying to keep my opponent off balance with witty banter and masculine charm."

He didn’t seem to take into account that she was even more unstable than he was, even if he was talking to his dead girlfriend. Aénor couldn’t be taken off balance by even the most charismatic of opponents. She very much so liked pain and that was all she lived for now.

“I’m sorry, what was your name again? Miss?”

She smiled as his hand flashed in front of her face. This boy wanted to play games. She sure did like her fair share of games. After a minute of silence Aénor spoke loud and as clearly as she could in the torrential rain.

“Hm?” She said with an odd high pitch to her voice. "Saskia.” She smiled slightly as she prepared to lie to get the boy on his heels. “Saskia, that girl who got stabbed in the eye? Oh, cool. I saw it. It was cool. Gage just speared her in the face and she took it like you will when I crush your skull in! I killed the boy who killed her, I broke his knee and so he died.” She looked over her shoulder with a sly smile on the next sentence. “It was fun. Will killing you be just as fun? Oh, I so terribly hope so.”

The boy was just as crazy as she was. He kept talking to himself as if his girlfriend was there with him. Saskia’s cannon had fired. She was dead. He would be soon. Aénor would make sure he died. She was also going to make sure she had fun with him as he died. Her flail didn’t get a hit yet, but then she eyed the throwing knives Raphale gave her. He had said one of them was lucky. She wondered if maybe he was right about that. She smirked and grabbed one of the knives from her bag and lined up the shot.

“Sorry, but I have to decline. I’ve never been one for acting.” A gutsy boy he was, but Aénor would kill him where he stood. She would kill him soon, and she would kill him now. “Go read a book. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two. Like how to be a lady!”

“Maybe I’ll do that after I kill you and little Lethe. Now, stay still! This will just hurt a bit if you just stay still!” She grinned and threw the knife, hoping for a shot in his face.

[attack Razor;Thrown Knife
[dice=200+9000]
[Knife in Thigh -- 6.0 damage]