mind deception {Felix Lacroix vs Kecleon - Day 2}

He thought that there was no possibility of him missing his attack. The creature was so large and imposing that missing his attack, striking nothing but the air is almost a laughable offense. However, at the end of the day, he missed. If he continues analyzing every tiny mistake that he made, it will only lower his own morale. Additionally, the reasoning behind it is unimportant if he's dead. Honestly, his nonathletic self is crying internally and dying externally as the lizard creature attacks his left calf muscle area, wounding him deeply. It is only the second day in the arena and with 22 other tributes still alive, this could definitely hinder his chance of survival. Movement is a crucial component of survivability and without it, he's basically dead.

Although he hasn't glanced down at the laceration on his leg, he can feel the red liquid moving down to his feet. Moreover, the smell of blood begins to penetrate his nose, a further indication of what the mutt was able to achieve. The smell of blood leaves him slightly nauseated, but once the brief moment of nausea and feeling lightheaded has passed, he harnesses the pain he feels into the strongest attack he can muster. No creature alive in the world is perfect. They always have a flaw, an imperfection. There is no one to help him survive, so if he wants to live, he must take action himself. To start, he will find wherever the mutt is most vulnerable, or he'll die trying.

Positive thinking has gotten an attack to land and a wound to stick on the lizard creature. It is nice to know that the beast is not invincible, but the Gamemakers would never create a creature that cannot be killed. That would be boring for the Capitol to watch, and they cannot afford for the Capitol to be bored. In regards to the lizard, sadly, it is not dead, continuing to move forward in an imposing and threatening manner. All he wants is for the mutt to leave him alone so he can feast on food, gorging himself until he's full and can't move. He is here to live a terrific and wonderful life, not a long one. Obviously, since his person is not intimidating enough, the creature continues to lumber towards him. As it makes it attack in retaliation, he somehow blocks the terrifying claws with a stool in the home.

As it continues to move forward, still in a relatively threatening manner, irritated at not drawing more blood from his person, he recognizes that he has to move and strike before it returns back in an aggressive, offensive position. With different modes of death running through his mind, consisting of, but not limited to, stabbing, slashing, cutting, severing, and puncturing, he hopes to take this mutt out as soon as humanly possible through whatever means necessary. It might take him only one more attack or it might take him twenty, but he will take this creature out before it harms him any further. If only he could somehow tame this creature and send it out to attack other tributes on his behalf. It really is a shame that it wants to murder him.