No Room to Justify // Bros vs. Bros
Oct 30, 2011 16:53:46 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Oct 30, 2011 16:53:46 GMT -5
He’d survived another day, which had almost been easy. Alexander had been a surprisingly compatible companion, and they’d passed the time in the Caves without much talk or clutter. Mace had cut down some of the strange forever night vines and made two passable beds (which resembled nests more than anything else). He taken out the eight knives he held at his belt and practiced throwing them into a particularly wide stem. Some of the knives had gotten lost in the foliage, and very few stuck head-on. But after a few hours of practice, Mace found that he was already improving his aim. He need not fail another tribute so completely as he failed Dysis.
Getting out of the Caves had taken longer than diving into them, although it was certainly the same amount of steps. Perhaps reluctance had something to do with it. Mace had found something that resembled a home there, in the damp dark, although he couldn't justify staying. The deeper the night got, the more he heard sounds that couldn't be attributed to dripping water or growing vines. Something else lived in this warm haven, and he doubted it wanted to be allies. It seemed the only person who wanted anything to do with him was Alexander, and by the time they emerged from the black to the white, he was pretty okay with that.
They headed for the forest, where there would be wood to provide the fuel for fire and some protection. He still found it bizarre to be in an area that really ought to feel like Ten, but didn't have an echo of resemblance. He wanted real trunks, with leafy bark and full leaves, not a frozen mimicry. He wanted real brothers who had his back even when he beat them up, who valued his life as equally as their own. There was so little point to wishing and wanting any more, that eventually the thoughts faded. Mace's only conscious focus became moving his feet, wriggling his toes, adjusting the pack on his back.
It wasn't deep into the forest that he began to hear things, things that he hadn't heard in over twenty-four hours. It wasn't forgotten, but it wasn't as easy to hear any more. He'd already gotten used to Alexander's cadence, the very light fall of his feet. It was natural, it was easy. He shouldn't have trusted it. He shuffled forward through the snow, tapped Alexander twice on his shoulder and then jerked his head to the east. Whomever it was didn't quite have the stealth they did, but they weren't idiots. Two or three, Mace decided, as he slipped a knife out.
As he came around the icy blue frozen trunk, he looked hard enough just to aim, and let the knife soar.
[[Mace attacks Aesop; thrown knife]]
[dice=200+9000]
9183 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
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