CAP Stabby stab. Marr

Days had past since my rematch for round one. The second chance to redeem myself in my father's eyes. He shunned me the moment I had lost the battle with Kayghna only to hear right before Matthew's battle, that I was going to be given a second chance. I won that fight... with a heavy and guilty heart. I had injured one of the closest people I have ever let come that near to my heart. She's like a sister to me. Matthew on the other hand, is much more to me then that and to see how his second round went, has put fear into my heart. If I win this battle against my new opponent, I will go on to battle the guy I've fallen for. If I lose, then all is good with me. Whatever happens right now, I will take. This is the pregames. If it comes to it, death shall be my maker. For now, the second battle awaits.

Against Mark.

I sigh heavily and make my way to the battle feild. A collection of my throwing knives in hand and in my belt that I've equipped. This will be the deciding factor. To see how much the last few days of training has paid off with my weapon of choice. I learned only moments ago which ones we would be allowed and to have my trade made me happier than ever. Now, to face an old friend again. Will I be able to though? Will this end like it did with Gala? Me breaking him down? Will I be able to withstand the heartache again of hurting someone dear to me? Is he that close to me that I will fear this battle? Almost.

I walk out on to the dirt clad ground, my left arm in a cast. My previous wounds and bruises shining through. All I wear right now, even with the chill in the air is my training outfit, but the tanktop is showing off the many bruises that decorate my skin. The bruises on my neck from Mason's attack to choke me days ago. Even the scar on my shoulder that he stitched up when I had played a game of moving targets with Matthew that day. I show it all.

I shake my head and stiffle a laugh with what he says. "I have fought my way here, through two challengers already. I will not back down to you. No matter how you play the game, I will always come back for more. IT is my destiny. It is our destiny, as you say. What can you teach me today?" I shout back at him, while I hold two of the knives in hand. One barely gripped tight within my casted hand and the other is in my right arm. I lift my shoulders to wear away the stiffness. This will be a battle to end them all. What happens now, I realize will effect me more when we figure out the outcome.

"Well, come on Mark... show me what you got. Show me what it's like to not fall on my ass?" I taunt him back, and pucker my lips up to him to show him I'm game for the challenge. I will not hold back. This battle is for Gala. This is where she should be standing, but since she can't. I will.

Marks smile is about the most intimidating thing right now because I can see how he's thinking things through. I can tell when he's putting too much effort into what he's going to say. Then his voice retaliates and tells me that I have much to learn. I make a 'humph' noise.

"Well, we shall see, won't we?" I tell him as I hear as the crowd doesn't cheer like they once did. This battle will be one to watch. The one to listen to. So much will be said, but am I willling to listen to him the whole time? To let him have these distractions from what I'm suppose to be doing? Battling him?

"Com'on. Do you need to address the entired crowd? I thought it was just you and me. Together? Our final battle?" I try to ask him, but he turns around to me without even flinching and the spear cuts deep into my face. Immediately, I'm in total shock. Breaking bones was one form of pain. To have your skin peirced with something sharp and have the blade bring blood... it's almost too much as first with the pain searing through my head. A dizzy spell hits me instantly, but I shake it off as my hand goes up to the deep gash and I see the amount of blood that already begins flood from the wound.

"Soo... you're all bark and bite... Let's see what happens for me?" I take the knife in my hand, and go into a raging spin before letting the knife leave my hand.


((I used the wrong code. New roll will be in the next post))

Kyanite starting damage: 6.5
+ 8.5 = 15.0200+5000YlUYzXx0

How odd that Gala was pushing past all her pain for the person who had caused it... She would of been disappointed if she didn't though. There was no way the small career could go on to a third battle, and she was finally admitting she's unable to beat just anyone. In a couple of years though. It was now impossible to travel on crutch with a broken arm as well, but nothing was keeping her back. As if anything could ever hold back Gala.

((Unsure of how she actually gets there, but she finds a way!))

It's even more difficult for Gala to see, but she's still able to get the gist of what's happening. Kyanite and Mark spat off somethings to pump it up, but everyone wants the real action. The guy lunches in for the first attack. "So much for ladies first." Gala mumbles, she had already learned not to scream a few seconds prior. His spear goes straight to Kyanite's cheek, and the red clearly indicates how deep it is. "Why the face!" Her voice is much louder this time but the sympathy pain overrides everything else.

"Show him why you're still in this." Gala says as if Kyanite could actually hear her. There was a reason Kay dropped out, and Kya won against Gala. She's the toughest chick out there, and even more then the guys. The real competition would be her and Matthew, and not even Gala could predict who would win that one... she didn't want to know.

A knife flies from Kyanite and slices by Mark's stomach; maybe not as bad as her cheek, but still a great start. Gala cheers anyways, hushing down the second her entire chest's hurts. Still a smile never leavers her face, no amount of pain could...not unless something happens to Kyanite. You got this.

The moment the knife leaves my hand, I see the direction. I see the angle it flies at him and the moment that he tries to dodge out of the way and ultimately, it leaves just a mere cut on his stomach. It was enough though. Was all of my previous injuries up to this point making me weak? Was I letting all of the battles and pain take over me? Why was my aim not spot on with Mark? I didn't lose to Kayghna then beat Gala to do this. This battle was suppose to be for her, but instead I feel I'm holding back. Once again, I need to be blind to my opponent. His 'lessons' though are a bit too much. I'm sure the crowd must be enjoying his lecture. Another moment though, and he thrusts his spear at me. With a hitch in my breath, moving isn't as easy as it should be. I'm slow in my step and before I know it, there's this hot like fire spreading throughout my body at the new injury. My casted hand reaching for my midsection, staining the white cast.

"You know... these lessons have already been learned once. Why not try some new material?" I let him have my words with some serious harshness in my voice. I'm over the lectures. I'm over his talks. I just want him to talk to me. I want him to fight me. Once again, I take up arms with the knife, and jerk it in his direction, then double over holding onto my stomach.

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Shallow Cut on Chest -- 4.0 damage


Kyanite: 24.0200+9000

No matter what has happened to get me into this position, it seems to end before we truely even get started. For the others that have gone right on to the second round, I find myself with my third challenger already. I've fought to get to this round. In small, it's a meger victory to myself. Though, the moment he takes the first stab at me, my vision seems to linger away slowly. The blood that leaves me makes me weaker as I fight. The way I'm unable to use my left hand to throw due to the cast on my arm makes me only able with my right, yet the movements and jerking motions sets my shoulder on fire. The wound that Matthew had done still has a ways to heal and right now, I feel how it has truely hindered me. My throws were not top notch. They were weak. My ribs burn with pain and still, I have the courage to come out yet again, to challenge someone. After the first two hits, I find myself doubling over with pain yet again. The pain in my abdomen is excutiating. Did the spear cut too deep? Did it do actual damage? I have to wonder, and once again, I see how the knife I threw isn't my best. It barely cuts into his chest. It's almost like childs play with him.

A worthy foe.

Though what gets me next is him telling me that he likes me. That he wasn't going to hold back just because of his fondness for me. If he had held back, I would forever hate him. As it was, he did what he was suppose to. Even though I was broken already, he didn't care. This is the pregames. Someone has to win. Someone has to lose. It's just a shame, that if my father's here, he'll have to watch me lose again. I dont respond to his lengthy speech, instead, I watch with horror as he does come at me again, full force and I try to deflect the spear and end up with the point of it slashing deep within the skin of my arm, immediately bring more of my blood to the surface. Another wound to make me dizzy. Another wound to bring me down. Three hits is all it takes. Three challengers and I am going to go down again. I hate the number three....

Even with the darkening hues, I keep standing. If I'm going to lose, I won't let my father see me fall. I won't let him see me go down without yet another hit against Mark. Mark claims that he's sorry, but I hold him personally responsible about what's going to happen when I meet up with my father again. This time, my father won't make me feel bad. I will show him what I'm worth. Before I feel any more numbness surround me, I grab just one more knife from my belt and aim a little lower on Mark with a grin. "No hard... feelings."

LtUZDXBD200+9000
Shallow Cut on Thigh -- 3.5 damage

I miss that spot I so wanted to hit, but he will understand my meaning. There's the ever present shout of the crowd when once again, I'm declared the unfortunate loser by announcing Marks name aloud. I let my arm hang down, letting the blood pool around my feet. My face covered in blood, my shirt soaking through. I give him a nod, before I turn my back on him and walk painfully out of the arena. 200+9000

it's incredibly hard to hold back when she needs support more than ever. In horror I watch the slashing and cutting Mark does to her while she barely gets to him. The guy came into the fight in much better shape...probably the best of all of us. He's very skilled and tough as nails. A real district gladiator. Right from the start I know who is going to win this fight. The only thing I can hope for is for him fight fair.
He doesn't seem to see it the same way when he cuts her right across the face.
As much as I try not to show my emotions for her in public, this gets me to scream out. "No!"
Any other scars can be hidden by clothing but not in the face.
"She's a girl.!" I holler the obvious.
Mark keeps dishing out one severe blow after the other and eventually she's not only bleeding from her face but her stomach and arm. My gutts are ready to turn when I have to watch her getting destroyed in every sense of the word until she's lost the fight.
For most of the time my face was burried in my hands and even my cheeky neighbors have stopped their teasing and cheering.

Once the fight is over and Kyanite is staggering out of the arena I'm on my feet and down the stairs in no time.
I know exactly where she'll be and even though it's failry dark down there I can make out her figure at the end of the hallway.

As fast as my feet carry me down the hallway I run and wrap my arms around her without a word. Her knees are buckling but I hold her close so she won't fall.
"You're going to be okay, Ky. That was a tough fight."

Before she can say anything or react I kiss her on her lips.

Behind her in the entrance to the arena I spot Mark fairly intact figure coming after her.
It's not hard to imagine how I feel about him so I set my eyes on him with my arms still around her and growl.
"Back off."

Each step out of the arena feels more and more heavy and pained as I exit. Through that small opening, I find myself down this darkened hallway, one not used. One that is in the opposite direction of the treatment rooms. How I've managed to evade the nurses, I'll never know. I somehow push myself against one of the walls in order to keep my body standing up right. I keep my gaze off into the distance though. I want nothing more than to be alone right now, and I know that I will be. My father had made it clear after my first loss he wouldn't be there for any more and my brother followed his lead. I'm also pretty sure after what happened a few days ago, that Matthew will definately not be here, nor Gala. I came into this arena alone and I can't help but to think that I'd be leaving it that way as well. I cringe to this round of painful shockwaves as it runs up and down my arm and then I feel nothing. Instead, I hear my own voice in my head. An echo of words I said days ago.

I don't want you to have to get your hands dirty. Might as well let someone else do that for you.

This time the jolt is a little to close to my heart. What I had said, came true. Someone else was able to do the dirty work. I didn't have to get matched up with Matthew cause I'm pretty sure I would be closer to death then ever if that would have happened. Though what happened the other day cuts me deeper then any spear tip could.

I finally stop somewhere down the middle of the hallway and stare back into the opening. The light giving off where I'd just came from and then the figure that suddenly appears and is running toward me. I never would have expected Mark to try to finish me off after the announcer would declare him the winner, but still, I wait as the figure gets closer. The light behind him making the figure nothing but a dark hue that I couldn't make out, or was it the bloodloss doing that?

"Who?" I barely get out before I feel the arms wrap around me. I feel the strength as he holds me because I feel my knees wanting to give way right out from under me. I want nothing more than to sink to the floor and rest, but he holds me still and tells me that I'm goingto be alright. That it was a tough fight. That voice belonged to Matthew, of all people. The one person I never expected to see here. Not for me. Especially when his lips grace mine and the feeling is so familiar, yet confusing. I try not to give in, but I weakly kiss back. I must be delerious.

A Then his voice growls out to someone. "Back off. Although he's got me in his arms, I still lean my head up to see who it is, only to get painfully reminded of the cut on my face when I stretch to see. I hiss out and bury my forehead into Matthew's chest. Whatever is going on right now, I don't have the energy to find out. I hear a verbal "I'm sorry" before I feel we are alone again. Then, I start to come to my senses and begin to push myself out of his arms. We had fought the other day. I had walked out on him and here he was holding me up? I shake my head slightly and exit his grip and make my way to the wall just a foot away.


"Why are you here?"