Bruises and Paper Cuts {CI/PC/SM}
Mar 5, 2017 12:01:57 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Mar 5, 2017 12:01:57 GMT -5
i v a r h a m m e r f e l l
i know i'm a mess and i wanna be someone
someone that i like better
i can never forget
so don't remind me of it forever
i know i'm a mess and i wanna be someone
someone that i like better
i can never forget
so don't remind me of it forever
This was what he volunteered for. Blood splattered across the playing field, and Ivar loved it. The corners of his lips twisted into a sinister grin while his eyes darted back and forth taking in the targets at hand. For a moment, he sat perfectly still watching Marcus wondering what he would do. Wondering if he had what it took to make a kill, to turn the world around when nothing made sense. This particular games was different than the ones before. Those who volunteered wanted this, but in the back of his mind, Ivar knew he wanted it more.
It wasn't only about winning. It was about proving to his family that he was a fighter, that he was worth more than the dirt on the ground covering his face. It was about showing the world that even crippled careers stood a chance once thrown inside the arena. Sigurd taunted him from the time the accident happened telling him he wouldn't amount to anything, and yet Ivar was keeping up with the best. Surviving. Living. Killing.
Sage shouted, and while he understood the pain lingering inside, Ivar couldn't respond. Now wasn't the time because out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the girl from four trying to attack him with his back turned. The words Eedun said when saying goodbye infiltrated his mind, but Ivar never thought someone would do that. He never imagined someone would slip so low as to stab a kid in the back. Especially one who had trouble protecting it. The impact was null, and nothing compared to the throbbing in his face from the broken nose. Swollen eyes made it hard to see, but he knew what to do. He knew where the prize was.
A cannon fired, and another tribute had died. Another innocent soul taken away by the angel of death.
Marcus had his axe aimed at the girl from five stating he would give a show.
And he succeeded.
Ivar watched in awe as the body crumbled to the ground. Another person gone, but it wasn't a kill he made. Wiping the blood away, Ivar hoisted the axe into the air applauding the boy from seven. He knew there was something special about him from the moment he stepped foot into the games. Maybe this kid can fight after all. Many times he heard people talking about the miraculous skills they had, but it infuriated him when someone couldn't walk the walk. "That's very show worthy." He stated with a nod of his head.
Turning towards the girl, he lowered his axe. The fight was over, and nobody else needed to die, but if the girl from four was stupid enough to stay, Ivar would destroy her. "If you want to live, you should run while you have the chance." He hissed through gritted teeth hoping she understood, hoping she would oblige. And in case that didn't work, Ivar knew exactly what to do.
"Nobody else needs to die here today."
It wasn't only about winning. It was about proving to his family that he was a fighter, that he was worth more than the dirt on the ground covering his face. It was about showing the world that even crippled careers stood a chance once thrown inside the arena. Sigurd taunted him from the time the accident happened telling him he wouldn't amount to anything, and yet Ivar was keeping up with the best. Surviving. Living. Killing.
Sage shouted, and while he understood the pain lingering inside, Ivar couldn't respond. Now wasn't the time because out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the girl from four trying to attack him with his back turned. The words Eedun said when saying goodbye infiltrated his mind, but Ivar never thought someone would do that. He never imagined someone would slip so low as to stab a kid in the back. Especially one who had trouble protecting it. The impact was null, and nothing compared to the throbbing in his face from the broken nose. Swollen eyes made it hard to see, but he knew what to do. He knew where the prize was.
A cannon fired, and another tribute had died. Another innocent soul taken away by the angel of death.
Marcus had his axe aimed at the girl from five stating he would give a show.
And he succeeded.
Ivar watched in awe as the body crumbled to the ground. Another person gone, but it wasn't a kill he made. Wiping the blood away, Ivar hoisted the axe into the air applauding the boy from seven. He knew there was something special about him from the moment he stepped foot into the games. Maybe this kid can fight after all. Many times he heard people talking about the miraculous skills they had, but it infuriated him when someone couldn't walk the walk. "That's very show worthy." He stated with a nod of his head.
Turning towards the girl, he lowered his axe. The fight was over, and nobody else needed to die, but if the girl from four was stupid enough to stay, Ivar would destroy her. "If you want to live, you should run while you have the chance." He hissed through gritted teeth hoping she understood, hoping she would oblige. And in case that didn't work, Ivar knew exactly what to do.
"Nobody else needs to die here today."
Ivar attacks {Chloriphina} | unarmed
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{5101 -- Broken Right Foot -- 6.5 damage}
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