the good the bad and the ugly [3some vs Vargas Gang]
Jul 17, 2014 2:01:55 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Jul 17, 2014 2:01:55 GMT -5
Erebus Turner
knife
"You should probably get the fuck outta here cause your not gonna like what happens next.”
She was right. One moment Erebus was feeling the mixed sensation of pleasure and disgust as the girl's fingers fell into the dirt the next agony. Pure terror like none he had felt before. A scratch on the stomach, a severed thumb- all where serious injuries but they could be ignored if one had the temperament. Just as he thought the fight was turning around, the opposing boy's blade came in low- too low to block even if Erebus had seen it coming- and sliced into his ankle. His vision was spotty and bloody hands shot out to grab whatever was near by to keep himself standing. Instead, he fell into Nocturne's shoulder before crashing into the dust now more red than brown.
The tears were flowing this time, strong and unrelenting. He probably screamed bu truthfully the boy didn't remember his exact actions. The only thing he truly hung onto the was the blue sky overhead as he lay stunned on the ground trying to come to terms with exactly what happened. A thumb was nothing, a foot was everything to a tribute. A way to fight, to run, to stay alive. The boy should have just rammed his blade into his skull and put him out of his misery than chop off his foot. Sitting up, the world became clearer as he stared at the bloody stump at the end of his leg. Every sight became sharper and the mangled flesh spewing blood was the last thing the boy would prefer to see like that.
He should have ran when he had the chance. If he had bolted when it became apparent that the two boys were in over their heads he still would have a thumb and foot. Of course he had been too good for that, too kind. It didn't matter now anyway, they were as good as dead.
Closing his eyes, the boy felt hot tears squeeze between his eyelids as he bowed his head to accept his fate. Lethe's face flashed before his eyes and Erebus' chest grew tight. She didn't give up. She was alive and waiting for him to come home and here he was sitting in the dirt waiting for the executioner's blade.
A foot was nothing. Nocturne had a lame leg and he got around just fine. Didn't a victor win after having both of their legs chopped off? Lethe survived a knife getting an eye gouged out for crying out loud. A tribute shouldn't expect to go through a Games untouched. Just because he was down now did not mean he could not get up.
Gritting his teeth, Erebus tucked his now shorter leg beneath his body. Rubbing dirt into an open wound was not the best medicine but that was the last thing on his mind. Pushing off his still intact knee, Erebus slowly raised himself up on his literal last leg. He wobbled for a moment but now that he was standing it didn't matter.
He was a Turner. He was a tribute. He was not a casualty, not yet.
[Attacks Sonja]
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[Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage]