CAP: Breaking the Ice - Matthew Dunham vs Tyren Orca
Jan 9, 2014 13:47:54 GMT -5
Post by Anatra on Jan 9, 2014 13:47:54 GMT -5
Upon the floor you could smell the lingering metallic scent that followed in the wake of dried blood. It was only water that they used to wash it away, so the stench remained. Some could use this to fuel their fires, others may be repulsed by it until they could taste it. The crowd members grew in number, as soon the finalists would be announced. At this point, there would finally be a winner to the pregames, though no crown would be placed on their head besides the opportunity to volunteer for the games.
I wasn't going out without my weapon. I knew from the moment I see the weapons rack that I would be choosing the bow. This one glared at me. I could sense the rage it had, the rage that will soon be shot at whomever I am facing next. I reach for the bow, whilst my other hand is collecting the prepared quiver of arrows. I take no heed of what they look like, because I will not be seeing them for very long. With the quiver around my back and secured in place, I take a chance to look in the mirror and see myself before this all begins. My last fight had my nose placed at an awkward angle. Thankfully, it is in place now, and the bruising has subsided significantly. My face looks doesn't necessarily look like I have been in a fight, but my feet and legs do. The girl I faced spent her time attacking them. Luckily, I was able to land a blow that nearly knocked her out straight away. But that was child's play. This is almost fatal gaming, people could die here if they were not careful.
I see myself, and I approve. My white t-shirt, showing clearly that I am a career in all the ways imaginable, and my black combat trousers that are clearly used for running. Maybe my opponent doesn't know it yet, but I am in fact ready to sprint around him and shoot arrows all day long. I just hope he, or she, doesn't have a shield.
The door opens and I'm walking from the locker room, where I was alone. My side is different from his side in only one way - mine is left and his is right. I hear the crowd. I feel their eyes on me as the sun sets it's light on my skin. I feel my brown eyes pin on my opponent, as we are face to face. He is taller than me by quite a bit.
Good.
I know this one, because I seen him on my first day in career training. I hope he remembers me telling him all about my tactics.
We stand at a fair distance away, around ten metres apart. I'm not allowed to notch an arrow just yet, just so it is fair. I grip my bow tight, and prepare myself for what will be an intense duel of odds. I remember my brother saying in his fight May the Odds be ever in your favor. But we all know that skill gets us through faster.
The announcement is made, and the fight begins. Suddenly, without hesitation I find myself gripping a hand full of arrows and slipping them next to my bow. This in itself is the real way to fire bows - quick and accurate at the same time. Each time I fire, I would take the arrow from the hand full, and not the quiver. The arrows are placed in each knuckle and notched individually when needed. I notch my first and pull back the string with a breath that is fast and concise. I fire it - and suddenly I feel alive.
[Attacks Matthew]
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4068 -- Arrow Deep in Forearm -- 8.0 damage
(Bow)
Tyren Starting Damage: 7.0
Matthew Starting Damage: 7.5
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