Feast/Finale [70.25√(-1)th "Games"]

[wynn sawdust, attack 1, 10074]
You know well that this is the moment you will die. Your entire alliance, dead, and you have close to no chances to live. So why do you bother trying to get very far? You grin as deciding the arena is a strip club you might as well act like you live in the arena, right? You take off your pants, leaving you just in your underwear. You grin becomes wider, almost devilish it seems. Taking an axe in your hand, you throw it at the girl from four, hoping you can make your mark.

[wynn sawdust attacks lux pellote with throwing axe]
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[10074 -- Deflected -- 0 damage

(Thrown Axe)]

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Things are different now. I'm aware of what to expect and how to deal with the shit people throw at you. Knives and swords, axes and arrows: you have to learn to step up and move aside because it's your life or theirs. The sky is littered with memories and faces present, past and future as the sky turns shows the production of how day killed the night. It feels cold here, though. Colder than ever: colder than the early mornings down on the shore, colder than the icicles which appear underneath your drainpipe in the winter months.

Colder than the body of Jake Lynx: the boy I killed.

I'll have to live with that from now on, and I'll have to die knowing that I'm the reason another died. Yet I don't feel any more, there's just emptiness in the space where the regret was. A solid blank space where a name and a broken piece of my heart should lie. And what of my heart: it's poisoned, black with the gross conduction of my actions. But they are the reason I'm alive.

Now, I stand hand in hand with air itself. Never feeling more alone than now I'm chased by Jake's ghosts and a trickle of blood from the tributes I'd hurt following behind me, attracted to me like a magnet. The forcefield strong and thick, it's own atmosphere in the tense air as we breathe--

--inhale and exhale, in and out.

[lux attacks PINE | FLAIL]

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[12075 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage]

[Diamond, attack #1, 10051]

Money is not edible, and she learned that the hard way. There was so much of it yet no method of spending it, just collecting and collecting as more tributes fell victim to each other’s brutality. Aiden, the sickly gay boy, had vanished from the arena. That probably meant he was dead, although she hadn’t checked the skies for the anthem or his face. There was no goddamn sky, just a ceiling with lights.

Now it was time for a feast. It felt too soon, but there were plenty of people dead so it couldn’t be. Perhaps time was flying.

Just like this axe.

[attacks Pine – throwing axes]
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Shallow Cut on Thigh -- 3.5 damage