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I'm gonna go in witha different pair. Hmmm...who should I use...I've got it. I'm using my D2 13 year old, psychotic, blood thirsty monster of a girl, Ali (Alison) Malae. She's a real terror. Like, she's totally nuts. Oh, and she's a child genius. And with her 'll use my D5 12 year old boy, Micheal Darling. He's nice, confident, popular, and loving. (Basically the opposite of Ali.) He'll stick up for what he believes in, but he's not a killing machine.

OOC: We should all be back to full health now. And no bone breaks.

Ali silently padded through the woods, barefoot. She saw a clearing and entered it, curious about what the hell all the noise was about. Mockingjays sung beautifully and Ali whistled as one of them. When she entered the clearing the first thing that caught her eye were two boys. They were both older than her, and they were bloody and bruised. She stared at them, a small smirk on her face. At their feet was a small, dead boy holding an older girl's hand. She knew they were the boys' kill. Ali pulled out her knife and held her staff in the other hand. She had walked into a battlefield. But luckily, she was prepared.



Micheal walking through the woods, looking for something to kill so he could bring it home. He was the family hunter. He had a bow and arrows and a spear. He heard something rustle and ran towards it. He burst into a sunny clearing and was shocked to see a boy and a girl dead at two older boy's feet. He also saw a girl. She was just standing there, barefoot, staring at the boys, a superior look on her face. She was probably about a year older than him, but she looked small enough to be twelve, or even eleven. She looked...disturbing. You could just tell she thought as a much older person than she was. She looked at him and said, "We have to work together. You take the brunette, I'll take the dumb blonde." She smirked and walked towards the older, blonde boy.

Robert ran towards the brown haired boy. He did think it would be smart to team up with the girl. She seemed strong and dangerous. A good fighting partner, just not a good friend. He stopped a yard or two from the brown haired boy and then pulled an arrow back into his bow and let it fly.

[(Attacks Damien)]
Bow: [dice=200+4000]
Miss, 0.0

Micheal glared at the boy. He didn't like to fight and he wanted to get the fight over with as soon as possible.



Ali smirked at the blonde boy. He was full of himself and arrogant. This she knew. She stared at him with cold, gray eyes, a disturbing smirk on her face. "You're proud." She said. "Proud that you killed a twelve year old kid." She grinned and said, "Now THAT'S pathetic. Being proud over an overly easy, defensless kill. And you being proud about that shows that you are, indeed, weak and pathetic. Now let me kill you quickly, so I can go on with my walk. You're not worth my time." Ali took out her knife and stabbed, now just smirking.

[(Attacks Tesla)]
Knife: [dice=200+2000]
Deep Gash on Stomach

Ali smiled as the knife sliced open skin. Red, beautiful blood dripped off her blade. She licked the blood slowly, savouring it's wonderful taste. The taste of life. of pain, of anger, of resiliance. Thick and wonderful. She smiled and closed her eyes, a rush going through her, and then she opened them again and stared at the blonde boy. But this time, her eyes looked extremely insane.[rand=67602998031252695765146684572082258038375860843446233365562846248]

xD Nah, it's fine. I understand.

Yes wolfy. Quite exciting though ...