Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 25, 2016 14:07:19 GMT -5

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Post by * on Jun 25, 2016 14:07:19 GMT -5

K I Z Z Y

That battle was the worst thing I'd ever had to walk into. Besides those long nights at home, I never expected to be forced to hurt another person, but they were relentless in their tries to maim me, or worse. They almost suceeded as well. With good judgement, I escaped just in time and met up with my allies soon after. Their eyes of disapproval at my current state gave me nothing but regret for staying so long. Though, the shrug of my shoulders was my way of telling them to bug off. Still, my body ached and blood ran freely down my arena costume, of sorts. I don't know why they want to dress us up and send us to our deaths? We don't look good in whatever these are for.

For the moment, we halt and I am able to treat my body from the multiple wounds I aquired in the bloodbath while Weaver helps me as well. The other two tend to their own wounds and I stare at them in awe that they all escaped hardly scathed. As such, I thank Weaver with the nod of my head and bite back the searing pain in my hand. It's slightly disfigured appearance has started to bruise. I move my fingers slightly, gritting my teeth, and then keep them still, not wanting to cause any more jolts of pain to render my body useless.

We move quickly, not wanting to stay in one place too long and as we do, we become blinded by the complete darkness that envelopes us all into its devouring mouth.

"Think... if we reach the end... and there's light at the end of the tunnel, are we still alive?" I question to the group in light of the situation. I smile although no one can see it and a moment later, I find myself falling into something sharp, peircing my skin as I groan outward at the awkward angle that I have fallen.

"I've fallen... and I can't get up." I try to joke and feel my bruised and beaten body become even more beaten. It's an effort, I'll say that, to get me out of the hole, what with one good hand to hold on to someone. The teamwork and with Weaver's good grip, I find myself still engulfed in darkness, unable to see the new wounds. All we can do is press on quickly and effiecently until we reach the area of howling winds and dry, hot heat blowing into our faces. It's definately a change from the black void, but a lot less liked, at least in my terms.

Somehow, I"ve taken the lead but I find that If anyone survives, it has to be those that are a lot less wounded than I. So, I step cautiously into the wind, hoping to ward off the direct blow to my fellow allies. One small step has me staggering to the side, catching myself quickly. "Guys... watch the sides. Don't fall!" I warn, pressing forward. Only, something blocks my path. A group of spiders... ugly little arachnids block our path, an without hesitating, I latch onto my new axe and take a swing at the first one in front of me.

"Damn spiders..."

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 25, 2016 14:40:29 GMT -5

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Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Jun 25, 2016 14:40:29 GMT -5

Weaver Rhodes

Somewhere in the darkness, Weaver watched as the faces illuminated the arena. Two had died, and one was surprising, and the other was heartbreaking. Thoughts of the young Esme journeying through the arena along side his brother, Crusader flashed through his mind before changing to images of Iain and Carrita. Weaver had the chance to save him, yet his words were hollow, and never fell from his voice. He closed his eyes allowing the entire darkness to crawl across his body. But he knew sorry wouldn't cut it.

Darkness devoured him. Most of his time was spent patching his battered ally while the others cared for themselves, however, Weaver understood their desire to survive. But he wasn't alone in the darkness. Tiny legs dug into the grounds as invisible creatures danced through the night - he thought it was night, yet he had no way of knowing because all he saw was darkness. In the shadows his brother's face glistened through standing side by side with the grim reaper beckoning for him to follow. With a quick shake of the head, Weaver turned away refusing the offer once more. It wasn't his time, and Crusader had to understand that. Death was a permanent sleep the eighteen year old wasn't ready for.

"Think... if we reach the end... and there's light at the end of the tunnel, are we still alive?" Despite the damage he took, Kizzy was always finding a way to make his presence known. It was amazing, really. Yet a soft sigh fell past Weaver's lips filling the air around him. His arm remained wrapped around the arm of his comrade trying to keep him steady, but suddenly his neck was jerked forward, and Kizzy had fallen. Way to go, Weaver. His thoughts ran wild as he reached a burly hand forward trying to figure out what had happened. "I've fallen and I can't get up."

A slight chuckle bellowed from his lips before he stop it. Something was differ met about him. Maybe the blood loss? Weaver questioned, yet he wasn't sure. His ultimate goal was to keep his friends alive, but he wouldn't lay his life down for them as his life was important too.

It wasn't much, yet he reached a hand down grabbing ahold of the broken boy stranded in the hole before pulling him out. "Gotta be careful, Kizzy." He mutter quietly hoping nobody else was around before walking on.

The heat was unbearable. Sweat stuck to the side of his face, and as he climbed up the stairs behind Kizzy, Weaver turned in every direction wondering where they were headed.

"Bailey, Iona, stay close. Don't get lost."

He blinked.

Smooth, grey stone stood in front of him, and the wind roared through his ears. The force kicking up dust and dirt sending it barreling into his face and his eyes. Weaver was blind for only a moment. Giant drop offs resided on both sides of the tunnel, and Weaver froze in his tracks barely making out the words of his allies.

He watched as Kizzy struck, and almost instinctively, Weaver removed the sharpened horn from his backpack, and held onto it.

And out of everything it could've been, it had to be spiders.

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 25, 2016 16:11:49 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jun 25, 2016 16:11:49 GMT -5

[presto]

There is little purpose behind sleep. Within the blind atmosphere they’ve been stumbled into, closed or opened eyes create no difference. It’s as though a chain of four are unconsciously wandering through absolute blankness. Two faces shine across the dark aroma, yet still Iona’s vaguely capable of viewing her own palm. They vanish just as quickly as they entered, just as all Tributes do, and the dangerous abyss consumes the four once more. Pure nothing used to haunt the young Brunette amongst her dreams. And if allies weren’t present, a weapon wouldn’t be required to end her existence.

Words break past the blackness that has swallowed them, and humor floods the unexpected. Kizzy’s damage appears to have enhanced his funny bone. “If you go towards the light, that means you’re dead.” Iona actually whispers out, in an intertwining cruel and comedic combined tone. For once she discovers gratitude for the darkness; they aren’t necessarily journeying towards death just yet.

The link experiences a tumbling jerk, and it’s evident that one has collapsed into an unknown. Again Kizzy’s comical voice breaches, announcing that he is the Fallen. Panic ruptures Iona’s pulse as her connection to the team lessens to aid him. Is everything okay? Are they all about to be inhaled by the unforgiving land? With the environment being invisible, there is no predicting even a second.

Would death be better? Misery has clearly constructed this Arena, and every hour sings of the growing cruelty awaiting. But friends also remained with the loudening songs. Bailey is clung to even tighter by Iona, until they maintain the comforting hold of the boys again. The upcoming threats are inevitable. Endurance for survival will only be stretched further. But the willpower from the others is still here. She can’t give up. She can’t for them.

And Harbinger, and Kirito, and Katelyn. What must they think after the opening? Iona had left Weaver… are they furious with her? Or understanding that so many craved for her demise? And with little to show from the Bloodbath, their bets must be dwindling. But the Elevens are both still alive. They’re still together.

A path to an upper level truly illuminates the light at the end of the tunnel that Kizzy had spoken of. But with the pitch-blackness itching beneath Iona’s skin in a distasteful effect, she gladly follows the disturbing symbolism. Immediately brutal wind welcomes them, while the cliff edge addition pertains no support. Obviously she’ll take the blatant advice given by the boys. She holds no interesting in being lost among the dangerous sand storm.

Demonically modified spiders illustrate their new obstacle, another fear that has crawled into Iona’s reality. But she can’t cower as she did hours ago. Kizzy demolishes one immediately. Weaver destructs a second to its near end; life has practically been stolen from creation, as it continues to critter about with its head approaching decapitation. The lab-made insects are petrifying, but she must overcome. The spiked invention she discovered prepares for an attack, and finally she’s ready to fight.

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 25, 2016 17:09:10 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Jun 25, 2016 17:09:10 GMT -5

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Stiffness stalks through Bailey's muscles sore inch by sore inch. Pain throbs from her shaded skin resulting from the previous day's slaughter. Yet as daunting as the physical shackles sending her drowning in this arena of blood was, her mind was still more turbulent. Memories laced with flesh filleting metal focused upon Esme as its focal point. Her blood spilling and her bones shattering. There was no escaping the never ending storm trapped within Bailey's brain; unlike the relief that sleep could bring to the pain radiating from her body.

Bailey's dreams shook with chaos erupting from not just the 73rd games but the 68th alike. In every face that flashed through the misty landscape pain and horror resided within their irises. The Hunger Games had no barriers to stop the seeping of their wickedly twisted roots. Every cell of Bailey's and probably every tributes' body was controlled by the strings of their Game Making puppet masters. Encased within the forcefield freedom was far from obtainable. All that was true and constant was the flow of blood year after year with no break. It was because of this forbidden power Bailey's body rocked within its own slumber.

Morning came forth for Bailey and her allies much too quickly than any of them would have wished, or at least they knew it was morning based on the passing of the anthem. Filled with the phantom faces of two girls silenced before ever witnessing what adult life held for them. One of which Bailey personally had grown to know, grown to like. Renee was unique in every fashion and every aspect that Bailey could have imagined. Renee had captivated Bailey with her actions so different from those being sent off to die with them. Certainly Bailey's heart shuddered with sorrow at her passing but she did not mourn the loss of the non career. Renee was special yes but not immortal, no one was and in time death would claim them all in one brutal way or another.

Grogginess gripped Bailey's limbs as she marched along with her allies to a land hopefully more illuminated than their current home. Pairs of fingers were wrapped around Bailey but in the endless sea of black she couldn't tell whose they were. All she could focus on were the voices of her allies which floated through the air every so often. For the most part Bailey listened and remained silent, she never was one for mass conversations. But she still interjected a common yes or no wherever she saw fit.

Bleakness began to alter to a blur of grey and ever slowly light began to return to Bailey's widened eyes. Relief flicked through Bailey's nerves as she could finally lay eyes on a human other than herself again. One worry though did pursue the joy of release from the clutches of darkness. The smooth area her and her allies now trudged across was whipped by winds of extreme paramount. Bailey could only wonder what could end up diving through the fervent flame touched waves of wind straight to herself along with her allies.

Bailey's worry was soon turned to life as panic pulsed through their band. Spiders of a disguising size leaped towards them from every direction with venom dripping from their fangs. A simple fuck would sum he situation up well but Bailey figured that would do less than help. Especially as she watched Kizzy break the body of one of the creepy crawlers in half with his axe. Bailey would never say it but she wondered why she hadn't received anything from Mace and Saffron yet. In fact she dared to believe that they had chosen Kizzy over her as she heard some mentors did. But now was far from the time to questions sponsors as the villainous arachnids prepared to strike. Except Bailey refused to let more than necessary bury their fangs into any of her allies skin. So as swiftly as she could she brought the horn Iona had given to her down upon the nearest devil to her position in the storm.[\font]

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 25, 2016 17:34:49 GMT -5

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Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Jun 25, 2016 17:34:49 GMT -5

Forty-eight legs marched together. Six bodies bound by one common goal - destroy those who entered their domain. The Capitol created them. And now they were threatened. Tiny legs move together keeping them all in line trying to make their appearance look bigger. They loved the caves. Marching and searching for their targets just like the Capitol created them for. Crawling through the holes in the cave and into the open, they stopped moving. All eyes glared at the tributes flashing around taking them all in, and that moment of hesitation was enough to end them. They all charged forward in anticipation. One for each tribute. Fangs extended forward ready to attack. They messed with them, and it was time to for them to pay. Two were dead, and one was almost dead. But they would not die. The spiders would reign forever, and these tributes wouldn't survive.

Robb/spider 1: gone

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 25, 2016 18:10:19 GMT -5

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Post by * on Jun 25, 2016 18:10:19 GMT -5

K I Z Z Y

Spiders come out from no where and threaten our lives. Sure, they are big and probably just as dangerous, but just one swipe from my axe was able to sever the body in half just like I did that dummy in my training session. I told them, I wasn't going to be easy to be beaten. You can't just read a book and expect to see around every corner. I wanted to make sure that my comrades didn't fall and I wanted to show them that I was a leader for the most part.

The body of the spider leaks redness onto the ground from its seperate parts and I turn to watch my allies deal with the ones around them. However, Weaver hit one, it still got up - threatening to attack again, but with one more hit, I know he can sever it's soul from the body. Iona though, something happens and it blocks the weapon. speedy little devil.

Bailey though, as impressed as I can be, she cuts that thing down to size. District ten is not to be reckoned with. Both of us are fighting a battle to get back home. I wonder what our mentors are thinking at this moment? Will they be proud of us? Ashamed? I look at the axe and then to a spider that appears to go after Iona but I get stopped, and the damn eight-legged freaks attack us all. New blood runs down my front to accent the already gaping hold in my chest. It's not as deep, but I'm already wincing from yesterday's battle. A hiss comes forth and so does the blade once more, aiming at the legs of the one inches towards the quiet one I met in the training center.

"Iona, watch out!"

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 25, 2016 18:28:23 GMT -5

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Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Jun 25, 2016 18:28:23 GMT -5

Weaver Rhodes

The moment he stepped onto the stone, the fierce wind swept Weaver off his feet causing him to tumble. The bag on his back flew open, and his brother came flying out. All Weaver could do was watch helplessly as the crystal rolled away in the wind. His hands balled into fist. Knuckles ached from the grip he had on the sharpened horn, yet the eighteen year old didn't move. His eyes bounced around from the three tributes he allied himself with to the dark, creepy spiders standing in front of him. Two were dead. Two tiny spiders died, but they weren't that tiny after all. They were mutated. They deserved to die, and the rest would certainly pay. Red spots danced before his eyes. Every bit of blood pooled in his cheeks. Heat radiated from his body, but he wasn't sure if it was due to the warmth infiltrating the arena, or the anger boiling inside. His jaw clenched shut tightly as he pushed himself forward crawling across the ground quick enough to move out of the way of the spider.

Crusader was gone, yet his face illuminated through the darkness of the arena. Weaver turned around and all he could see was his brother holding onto the lifeless Esme carrying her to the edge of the chasm before throwing her lifeless body into the air. But Weaver wasn't alone. From the horrible luck, A Truus stood right beside him fighting along with him, yet he couldn't do anything for her.

Weaver turned around as Kizzy cried out for Iona. His heart sank half expecting her to be lifeless on the ground although no cannons sound.

The thundering of his heart roared through his ears blocking out the sounds of the wind howling next to him. The gamemakers wanted a show, and they gave him an item, but it wasn't from the goodness of their heart. Weaver didn't care about them, nor their creations, and he wasn't afraid to show it during his private training. And it was time to show them again where all Panem could see.

His mind raced frantically with many thoughts, and finally a loud, violent roar bellowed past his lips. Are you proud of me, Harbinger? Even after I have failed?

This game had gone on too long, and he wasn't about to let them live it down.

One inch after another, he moved forward with the horn in hand with only one thought on mind. A simple phrase Katelyn had told him, and that was exactly what he planned on doing.

Weaver was going to give 'em hell.

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 26, 2016 18:38:48 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jun 26, 2016 18:38:48 GMT -5

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Or the combat from female Eleven is delivering a bit delayed, while it continues to brew leisurely. The Blonde steps in rather, and demolishes the Brunette’s target in a clean single attack. Forged insect interiors bleed across the stone, flooding the spiraling cracks. And soon, Tribute red juices begin mingling among the Spiders’ decaying existences. As suddenly as a blink, the surviving eight-legged creations lunge for resistance. Razor tipped comeback grazes against Iona’s leg with an unpleasant bite. But after yesterday, a lot more danger is required to be considered a threat. These distasteful critters must be extinguished before realistic intimidation stumbles to their travel.

Unexpectedly Kizzy retreats to Iona’s aid, and thirsts for revenge against the spider that had clawed her. Blood paints it’s spoiling exterior, yet it still crawls onward. Their mingled bodies crumble from a poke, while they refuse to parish entirely. They must be destroyed before they hunger in further desperation.

The twitching of the exterminated, strive of the dwindling, and angst of the healthy causes confusion between where Iona should aim for. The others are eliminating the pests as though they were simple household parasites, while she struggles with the effortless task. No different from the day before, she’s failing at her contribution towards her team. She’s disappointing so many with her lack of adaption.

One of the Spiders creeps behind Bailey, and slashes her back brutally. Just as Kizzy had protected Iona, she must do the same. The company of the others is the most vital necessity within this cruel environment. She has to prove her value to them. The attempts may be weary, but she pertains just as much willpower to shelter her friends. Alteration has yet to inspire the Brunette, while the opportunity remains. Just as Katelyn put, ‘it ain’t over till it’s over.’ In a hefty pull, Iona raises her found weapon. She strikes, and pleads for change.

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 28, 2016 23:20:24 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Jun 28, 2016 23:20:24 GMT -5

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Cries christen the chasm's air as they send cracks sprawling across the smooth skin of its darkened walls. Scarlet splatters in seas of death all while their producer's life is slowly stolen away. Hisses sear every audible sensory nerve sending shocks of panic rippling in lightning laced waves to Bailey's brain. Fear had fallen long ago from the storm of emotions raging within Bailey's conscious. All now that remained in the battle of failing light against the perilous dark was concern. Not for her own well being but for those of the three others fighting around her. The three others whose wails and whose blood now tainted the landscape engulfing them all in heated winds. There was no way to prevent any harm from piercing their skin, but there was a way to make it as minimal as possible. By protecting them with the already murderous blade within her right hand's sweaty palm.

Flashes of a blonde angel flickered like candle light against the darkest regions of Bailey's mind. Esme watched her from behind an unforeseeable barrier. A barrier built up during the only games darker than Bailey's own. Esme was defiled in the darkness. Ripped to shreds by the death of her own purity and shattered by the hands of others clinging to life. Her own beating heart was smashed to smithereens all for a red haired girl from District Five. Was Patricia Valifierno's life worth preserving over Esme's? Over Crusader's? Bailey certainly didn't believe so. She had seen what the "Victor" was like. Hateful, scornful, she was rotten in Bailey's opinion, she was the opposite of Esme. But time didn't work in reverse so Bailey could stop the spear from stabbing Esme's skull.

Blurs of blonde became clarity of brunette as one of the twisted terrors sent its fangs burying themselves into Iona's body. Instinctively a gnarled screech flung from Bailey's gritted teeth only to be answered by the sight of the spiders diving into her other allies. Worry roared like fire in Bailey's chest sending its smoking crawling through her veins. She couldn't stand watching them get devoured like some sort of meal. She had seen enough death than she ever needed. Enough desolation to leave her senses destroyed. If Bailey had to witness another death of someone she cared about she wouldn't ever resurface from complete numbness.

Fangs filled Bailey's back jarring her from the thoughts cluttering her mind. Gasps exploded from Bailey's mouth as she leaped away from her attacker. "Fucking asshole!" Bailey cursed loudly adding to the chaotic chorus surrounding her. However Bailey had little time to remain latched to the rage that filled her blood as she saw Iona miss the very spider which had just attacked her.

No.

The single word engulfed Bailey's full attention as she saw Iona fall into a prime position to be barraged with fangs. At that point there was no hesitation as Bailey plunged towards the spider closest to herself and to Iona. If it took Bailey spewing each spider's intestines across her horn to save her allies she wouldn't blink. Bailey was a butcher and these demons were now her eight legged cattle.

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 29, 2016 6:07:33 GMT -5

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Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Jun 29, 2016 6:07:33 GMT -5

Forty-eight legs quickly turned into twelve. But the two remaining were strong. They turned to each other, fangs bared, nodding their tiny heads. These humans were killing the family, and the two remaining wasn't going to stand for it. Arya was dying, and Sansa wasn't going to let them kill her sister. Together the spiders linked their tiny legs and marched forward. Bloodthirsty critters would pay for harming the family sticking together. Just as the tributes wanted to live, so did the spiders. One turned towards the female who killed the runt of the family, and the other turned towards the one male who wasn't injured at all. Time was frozen in the midst of the howling storm, but it was time for the Itsy Bitsy spiders to strike back. It was a truly now or never situation.

Robb: Gone
Jon: Gone
Rickon: Gone

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 29, 2016 6:53:13 GMT -5

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Post by * on Jun 29, 2016 6:53:13 GMT -5

K I Z Z Y

"Nice one, Bail." I compliment Bailey as I chuckle. The spider completely falls dead with its legs severed from it's body. It curls up, drawing its legs in like any other normal spider, dying quickly.

This axe bites into these spiders like no tomorrow. My first swing happened to split the arachnid in half while the second one recieved quite a good cut across it's body. My allies are doing well at tackling these things and I watch vigiliently as each one either falls or remain standing. The spider I recently took a whack at, charges toward Bailey but she blocks it with complete ease, as to be expected coming from district ten. She and I are the strong ones I feel. Even though the district eleven's are strong as well, there's something else that they don't have. That's our mentors; Saffron and Mace. They are behind us every step away and it became so apparent from the moment that the axe dropped from the sky. It was like they were telling me to go further, to fight harder. Bailey hardly needed the extra weapon as she so precisely murdered that one so savagely before her. Severs its legs from it's body and it curls up, dying quickly.

What I coudn't predict, nor stop was the spider nearest to my fellow ally. Weaver must have looked away or was distracted as the eight legged freak pounced. Redness seeps out of the wound on his hand, now missing two fingers in the process. These spiders aren't here for fun and games. They are hungry. They are completely starving to create death but while Bailey can handle the little one she blocked, I feel I must go and protect the one that has saved me countless times already; from supporting me out of the bloodbath, to pulling me up and out of that hole in the darkness. We're not brothers, but after this, I wouldn't consider him any less than that.

Four spiders down. Two still alive. My priorities are clear who I need to stand beside and as I grip my axe, I can only pray that for Weaver's sake, it doesn't miss.

[Kizzy chops at spider Sansa (#4) with Axe]
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Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 29, 2016 7:38:58 GMT -5

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Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Jun 29, 2016 7:38:58 GMT -5

Weaver Rhodes
Eighteen | Male | District Eleven

Cause it's not my time I'm not going
There's a fear in me it's not showing
This could be the end of me
And everything I know

His hands slid across the ground feeling smooth stone of the cave. Heat crawled up his skin, his arms flailing at anything in sight. But the spider near by was dead. Tiny droplets of blood trickled from the horn of his blade as the heavy gust of winds blew sand and unbearable heat into his face. Sweat stuck to his face, and every breath became harder. All sound was lost as the winds howled through the air. Weaver tried to stand, but his mind was lost as Bailey struck down another spider like it was nothing more than a tiny ant needing squashed. Its tiny legs twitched as the life vanished into thin air, yet the sounds of two cannons fired through the air. Every hair stood on end as he crawled forward trying to pushed himself into a standing position.

But a mutt had other plans.

Withdrawing his hands, Weaver tried to avoid the pouncing prey, yet the spider landed on his hand fangs extended - bones crunched and snapped as they tore flesh and bones from his frail body. Blood dripped from his hand. Loud, violent screams erupt from his lips filling the air around him. A shaky hand clutched the stumps trying to stop the bleeding. The fight wasn't over. Silent tears rolled down his face as he sent a silent prayer to his norther begging for help. Kizzy had received the help he needed from day one, and nobody else had received anything. Have you forgotten about me?

Time stood still, and Weaver watched almost helplessly as Kizzy struck the spider in front of him almost killing it. But it was still alive.

A steady crimson stream caked the sharpened horn. His grip as tight, and he roared once more. The sole of his combat boots planted firmly against the ground. His eyes were narrow. Every part of his mind locked away as the world disappeared around him. His gaze shifted to Kizzy for only a moment, and he offered a nod of the head.

All that remained was him and this spider, and he wasn't going to let it survive.

Weaver attacks {Sansa/spider #4} | sharpened knife
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[result: 2167 -- Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0]

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jun 30, 2016 19:54:09 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jun 30, 2016 19:54:09 GMT -5

[presto]

The desperate request has been denied. Again the crystallized weapon is welcomed to another failed attempt, and Iona’s doubt in herself enhances thicker. Even these minor opponents she’s unable to defeat. The fate for her futures sharpens miserably so by the second. What will occur when a more intimidating threat breaches? Unfortunately the sole question left unclear is when she’ll be faced with this demise. As for now, in a single action Bailey executes their nearest enemy. And the greater concern is whether she’ll be a burden on her team’s safety in the days to come. She grins meekly in return to the Blonde’s heroism, until her vision collapses in shame.

Reluctance ills Iona; but with an overpopulation of critter legs remaining, she cannot cave amongst this battle. Every attack from her allies results in damage, and she must force herself to match such. Two spiders persist to cause destruction. They glide across the stone path as if the dancers of insects. Their intimidating limbs move with such grace motivating their power. Fangs illustrate petty danger, until the Two lunge for another craving bite.

A heart-stopping scream ruptures from Iona’s District partner. Immediately her eyes jolt over to where the boys are, as they’re punishing the Spider for its theft. Two nubs occupy Weaver’s knuckles where fingers once were. The hazard of these creations suddenly ten folded. But thankfully, only one strives to continue now; the One that had sliced Iona’s thigh, the One that Kizzy abandoned murdering due to its weakness, the One that also couldn’t succeed in another offense.

Could Iona possibly end this?

Assistance towards Weaver’s decapitated fingers is dire. This final insect must be eliminated prior to any more severe injuries being accessible. Iona must discover a way to overpower her odds. A harsh breath is taken, and again determination licks the lift of her weapon and kisses the hefty swing.

[/presto]

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{Iona attacks Spider #5}
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{14101 -- BROKEN RIGHT ARM -- 6.5 damage
(Spiked Blunt)} spiked blunt

Last Edit: Jun 30, 2016 19:55:45 GMT -5 by Cameo {RIP Charlie}

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Itsy bitsy Spiders... [SBD vs. Cave Spiders] Day 2 Jul 1, 2016 18:02:31 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Jul 1, 2016 18:02:31 GMT -5

[presto]

Sorry family has come over for the fourth of July so I am a bit preoccupied and can't write at the moment. This post is a filler flee for now which I intend to fill in when I get the chance!

[/presto]

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