Viridian Harper and the Tomb of Regrets (vs. 1GG)

Before he could register what was happening, Viri's lap was full of something foreign and tough and alive. A strangled scream collected in his throat but never seemed to escape it into the air. The beast was wriggling and snapping, its teeth just as threatening as that fish's on his first day by the lake. With the creature pinning his legs down and biting at him, Viridian twisted his body this way and that, sending pain through almost every injury he had accumulated. His arm twinged, his leg throbbed and all his cuts seemed to burst open in that one wild moment before he got a hold of his knife again.

"KILL IT, VIRI! KILL THE BASTARD!" Stark's voice was hardly needed as his own mind was screaming the same thing without her chiming in. With knife in hand, Viri reared his good arm back before stabbing at the stone like creature, ready to end this before it even started.

[Attacks GG]
[dice=200+2000]
[Block -- 0.0 damage]

"YOU BUMBLING IDIOT!"

"No!" the word came out as more of a hiss than anything as this new fresh pain was added to the orchestra of breaks and bruises being played across Viridian's body. "Damn it that was my good hand." Cringing he grabbed at his knife again anyway, holding it in his wounded hand sending fire through his palm and warning flags jotting up in his head. Part of the boy was telling him to run, to make a dash for the exit and never look back, while another part of pointed out that on a broken leg he wouldn't get very far before the beast tore him down again. Then there was a much louder part of the Harper boy's mind that was drowning out the rest.

"STAB IT IN THE EYE! KICK IT ACROSS THE ROOM! LECTURE IT TO DEATH, DAMN IT DO SOMETHING." Gritting his teeth together, Viri took another swing at the stone beast.

[Attacks GG]
[dice=200+2000]
[Deep Gash on Left Forearm -- 8.0 damage]

Frustration was building up in the boy's chest, straining between his ribs and making his fingers clench the hilt of his knife even harder. "Come on Viri, you're not going to let this little pebble take you out!" Staring at the beast he stared at it right between the eyes, pinpointing all of his anger and fear into that one spot. Stark's voice drifted away and soon it was all fire and rage burning to hit that one single spot.

Letting out a loud cry, Viridian jumped onto one knee, slashing out at the creature with his one kind of good hand.

[Attacks GG]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage]

There are many things Viridian Harper can weather. He made it through Career training, he made it through the Reaping and he made it through the life, and death, of Stark. He had managed to carry on up til now and there was no way he was going to let himself quit now. He had watched his district partner die right in front of him and observed many more from the other shore of the lake. He had promised Stark. He had sworn to her. He had promised it to himself. He wasn't going to die now. Even crippled as he was, he wasn't stopping. Harpers aren't quitters, Harpers are heros and villians. Harper's are courageous and coarse. They are everything but cowards.


[Attacks GG]
[dice=200+2000]
[Deep Gash on Left Calf -- 8.0 damage
]

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