Throwing stones ;Kyanite Vs. Kyanite

My knife finds the target. Into his hand to simply made it so that he has no other way of using that weapon. Although, when he tries to attack me, It's easy enough for me to block it. To evade the spikes. I sure as hell don't fancy something to break into my skin.

I run. The blade in my hand is ever true. I started with five. Down to four. I throw the one in my hands that's ready and now only three more blades do I hold dear.

[dice=200+9000]
9030 -- Knife deep in Thigh -- 8.5 damage
(Thrown Knife)

Kyanite D2: 0

Three knives left. One in the hand. One in the thigh. Each one seems to make it's mark as I have done on the practice dummies each time. I'm curious if I'll be that deadly career that everyone doesn't notice until it's too late? I'm curious if my next knife will land itself someone deeper within my opponent. I feel no remorse. No remorse for the wicked at heart... but am I truely wicked? Am I as deadly as I seem? We shall see.

"Ready to give up?"

[dice=200+9000]
9080 -- Deep Gash on Stomach -- 9.0 damage
(Thrown Knife)

I hold the last two knives in my hands. The last two that could ultimately kill this guy in front of me. It gets me a little riled up though. He seems to put no effort into fighting me back. I've done so much damage to him and he's hardly had any chance at all. Dodging. Missing. It's all the same and I realize that the skills he lacks is good for me. My skills further the fight as for the fact that I've trained for years with these knives. My results are pleasing. If only my mother could see how well I've improved.

"Am I now? You better start learning to aim then. Cause you aren't going to last much longer." I shout and nodd to him, throwing the knife up and catching it in my hand. I turn a full 360 degree turn and fling the knife in his direction.

[dice=200+9000]
9109 -- Deep Gash on Forearm -- 7.5 damage
(Thrown Knife)

There's this moment in my life that I regret my words. I tell him to learn to aim. He needs to do something other than just making me feel like I'm doing target practice on a dummy. I see my knife make another deep mark into his flesh and I can't help but grin. That was, until he used my words and made me eat them.

CRACK!!

Something broke in my body with his first contact. The bone near my neckline. Searing pain developing within my body. I hiss out in pain, but I don't cry. I don't do nothing but grimace slightly and that's when a wicked smile appears on my lips.

"Better... better..." I coil my words around like I'm about to choke the life out of him. My last knife. My saving grace. Fly true my little demon.

[dice=200+9000]
9109 -- Deep Gash on Forearm -- 7.5 damage
(Thrown Knife)

((once again... same code. That's odd and surprisingly cool.))

My last knife gone and with it a bit of my own happiness. No more blades to fly across the dirt clad arena. My opponent is so near death and I couldn't manage it in just five throws. CLose, but no cigar. I curse under my breath, but I see the maimed skin I have caused. He is a threat no matter what anyone tells me. One less to get rid of. One less guy that can hurt me anymore.

One less.

My hands instinctively feel empty and for the moment that I've got time, I race back to the table and grab up a weapon that I'm also fond of. Long ranged. My trade. The bow and arrow is my second best skill. My second best aim. I reach the table and grab the bow. Then let my fingers grace the arrow and take aim. The string rests up against my lip for the briefest of moments before I answer his squall.

"Because the capitol makes me do this. Because my Dad makes me do this. I do this because I am Kyanite. Stronger than any stone." I let the arrow fly.

[dice=200+4000]
Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage

((Sorry Sempurrr - I have no clue why the dice favored one kyanite over the other. THey are the same...))