The Bloodbath

He had enjoyed ten years of being totally irresponsible...

There was a wisp of breeze that brushed by his tender ears, sullen and hollow - this was nothing like the winds he'd come to love, their sultry voices whispering to his figure like a siren's call. There was a lack of duty that called to him on the farm's, just being a simple boy, sheering sheep, tending to a flock of followers that truly had no mindset to move on, none at all. They waited, he waited. they became unified. But here - there was no unification, there was life and death and twenty-three tributes who had never ever learned that going to sleep on a bed of recently sheared wool was perhaps the best thing that could ever happen. There was a tick, tick, ticking sound as if the whole arena had collapsed into just one clock - or a number had ticked down above his head counting the moments until his death. The question was how long had the clock been there, how long had he wasted on listening to just simply the wind?

[Darius attacks future unarmed]
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It was time for you to get out of there, you weren't too badly hurt and you were in relatively one piece. Your eyes turned towards the edge of the chaos, your legs prepared to run and you sprinted towards the exit.

[Jix has fled the Blood bath. Uses F/A on himself for -1 damage]

It felt irresponsible not to care about where her weapon struck home, but everything was moving too quickly and there were too many bodies scurrying around for items. Now was not the time to worry about other tributes’ paradises. The point was to survive as long as possible to spite the Capitol drones who viewed themselves as gods, and to do that she must gather the necessary supplies for survival and escape this bloodbath with her allies. The opportunity to decide the fate of another human soul, whether corrupted or worthy, would come later. For now, there was no organization. There was only blood and savagery.


[attacks Luna – bullwhip]

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Welt on Left Forearm -- 2.0 damage

[grabs pliers]

( N O C T U R N E R A T H W I C K V A R G A S )

Swinging his fist into the madness, he’s not even sure if it connects with any of the people rushing by him. He’s always been so good at pulling details from a blur of incoherence, but today he can’t keep up and settles for grabbing the first item from the ground that he can get to. Struggling back to his feet, he uses the spear as a walking cane for a moment, ducking one way and another as he tries to catch his breath before finally picking the weapon up in his fist and swiping it through the air.

[Attacks Jacinda With Feathered Spear]

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[Result // Picks Up Embossed Leather Saddle Bag]