reunion (nash vs razor)

and every summer is a hot token
to the cold, cold take of lust
and every autumn singes
with the business of sadness

Nash Harvey —


Her swing left her vulnerable to a spear in her forearm. She winced, taking a step backwards. "It's definitely strange," she agreed. She'd stopped thinking about the circumstances of these Games days ago; it was too confusing to her. "Yeah, nothing personal of course. This time I'm going down swinging, at least."

[attacks razor with falchion]
[dice=200+1000]
[Deep Gash on Forehead -- 9.0 damage]

and every summer is a hot token
to the cold, cold take of lust
and every autumn singes
with the business of sadness

Nash Harvey —



"Sorry to hear that. You know, it didn't hurt last time," she admitted. "It was… peaceful, almost. Asked for it." Although she was no longer sure what had compelled her to ask for death when she had, why she had asked Topaz to be the one to kill her, Nash didn't regret her decision to do so at all. "But," she said, gritting her teeth and swinging, "this time's different."

[attacks razor with falchion]
[dice=200+1000]
[Deep Gash on Back -- 8.5 damage]

and every summer is a hot token
to the cold, cold take of lust
and every autumn singes
with the business of sadness

Nash Harvey —


Nash chuckled, brandishing her falchion. "I've got the one that saved mine." The falchion in question, of course, the one that had killed Nash, had been won off of Clarisse Wilmith. She very clearly remembered slitting the other girl's stomach, stumbling, lightheaded from the blood loss as she slipped away with the weapon, only to give it to Topaz the next day. That's the sort of present you give your significant other in the Hunger Games, she supposed.

[attacks razor with falchion]
[dice=200+1000]
[Shallow Cut on Left Forearm -- 3.5 damage]

and every summer is a hot token
to the cold, cold take of lust
and every autumn singes
with the business of sadness

Nash Harvey —


Nash took a step backwards as he swiped at her with his spear, causing the blow to nick her neck instead of rending it open entirely. "Couldn't tell you," she responded. "Wasn't like this for me last time at all."

[attacks razor with falchion]
[dice=200+1000]
[ Severed Right Leg at Hip -- 10 damage]

She took his leg clean off and knew that the wound would end him. "Sorry, friend," she told him. "Good match."