Walking on Water (Elise vs Fisher DAY 2)

As I swing full force at the creature, my arm and my blade clear its head and completely miss the target. I clench in anger as the animal jabs it's nasty horn at me, barely able to step out of the way and spare myself. I suddenly grow enraged and I picture myself back home, fighting with a boy that pissed me off one day. I grabbed that boy by the neck and jabbed him with my knee, and in one blow, his nose was spewing blood.

For some reason, my sense of fighting in this arena, this cold atmosphere, this looming nervousness, was not working. I bit down on my teeth, clenched my jaw, squeezed my fist and I glared at the horrible beast- trying to take my life. I would give it the fox and be on my way, but it was too last for that- too late for compromises. Besides, that was MY fox, I killed it, if he wanted to eat all he had to do was kill me. But I wouldn't let that happen. Surely this dumb mutt was brainwashed by its owner to look constantly for fish and attack anyone else in the process. How sick, how devistating, to see this muttation, a reflection of the capitol's horrible twisted humor.

My face turns red and I start to pant, and I look down at my shining dagger. It had one small stain of blood from a couple of kids in the bloodbath, but I longed for it to be covered. I wanted to see it completely red, even extending up to my hand. I wanted to be covered in blood, not my own, but this dumb animal's. "Die you dumb bitch" I say in a deep, angry voice as my arm once again swings forward with all of my might and I watch as the blade flies towards the beast. As my dagger meets the tough skin of the mutt, I swish my wrist and swipe along its chest, grinning in delight as I see a small stream of blood dripping from my knife.

Attacks: Charles
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow cut on chest- 4 damage

I was getting furious. I was sick of the cold weather, sick of putting my life in danger, and sick of my heart beating with a terrible beat, a skipping, earthquaking beat. I wanted to help the animal, I wanted to give him food and just leave, but that was something a losing tribute would do. I wanted to win, go back home and see my family, see my horse. My horse! Of course, this animal meant nothing to me compared to my wonderful horse back at home! How could I doubt my reasoning to kill the horned beast when I knew what I was fighting for!?

After I swung and cut the skin on the beast's chest, it roared so loud that I felt the ice cracking under my feet. I widened my eyes and braced myself, lowering my hands and placing my dagger in my mouth, clenching the handle with my teeth. I stuck out my hands and watched as the animal ran towards me and I reached out for the horn. I realized it was too risky and I quickly moved my arms away and tried to jump out of its path at the last second. I felt the sharp horn pierce my thigh and blood started to ooze out as I collapsed to the ground and the beast rand past. Quickly, leaning on my other leg, I got back up.

The rucksack that held the fox had fallen off and the head of the fox was sticking out from the flap, a few feet behind me. I watched as the animal slowed down and came to a stop and with my pointer finger, I wiped the blood off of my leg. I was furious, trying to hard to kill the thing, and all I could do was scratch it. My hand covered my thigh as I stood up and the blood covered my fingers. I stood tall but still hunched over in anger and shook my hand for a few seconds to get the blood off. Realizing that was not working, I took my bloody hand and wiped it straight down my grey snow pants. My other hand found my dagger and clenched it hard, now barrelling towards the monster.

Attacks: Charles
[dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on left bicep- 3.5 damage