The Day After Tomorrow {Garrison + Lenox vs. Benedict + Syd}
Mar 20, 2021 12:30:41 GMT -5
Post by grant on Mar 20, 2021 12:30:41 GMT -5
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The journey onward showcases the supreme depravity that is this toxic wasteland. Similar to a cesspool but with a consciousness set to kill. Having faced the entire directory of brutality that the Gamemakers possess, Garrison knows for a fine fact that what is to come is going to be the icing on the cake.
There's a warmth in the air like a sickness, eating into his skin and nibbling at his expectations of a good fight. That's when the smog begins. Had they walked in to it? Who actually knows? Who actually cares? It begins to surround them as though they are walking into a flood.
"Lenox," he calls out as her face disappears into the sea. "Lenox, stay close!" And she's gone. His feet become tense, dredging forward into what he can only imagine to be a bog.
Noises ricochet around until they're swallowed by the water around them, taking on the form of distracting ambience that make even their own footsteps seem normal to the environment. What will they find in this haze? Garrison thinks of the gruesome realities that they faced in their last fight. The dead. The blood. But then, too, the tributes that he's seen die. It's encouraging. It is exactly the drive he needs to get through this situation.
"We can't give in to this," he says to his companion, hoping she is still with him in this. "If you see something move, kill it. No second chances anymore."
That's when something enters his periphery.
And he strikes immediately, whatever it is.
There's a warmth in the air like a sickness, eating into his skin and nibbling at his expectations of a good fight. That's when the smog begins. Had they walked in to it? Who actually knows? Who actually cares? It begins to surround them as though they are walking into a flood.
"Lenox," he calls out as her face disappears into the sea. "Lenox, stay close!" And she's gone. His feet become tense, dredging forward into what he can only imagine to be a bog.
Noises ricochet around until they're swallowed by the water around them, taking on the form of distracting ambience that make even their own footsteps seem normal to the environment. What will they find in this haze? Garrison thinks of the gruesome realities that they faced in their last fight. The dead. The blood. But then, too, the tributes that he's seen die. It's encouraging. It is exactly the drive he needs to get through this situation.
"We can't give in to this," he says to his companion, hoping she is still with him in this. "If you see something move, kill it. No second chances anymore."
That's when something enters his periphery.
And he strikes immediately, whatever it is.
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[Garrison attacks Benedict with Spear]
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3084 -- Deep Gash on Left Thigh -- 8.0 damage
(Spear) Strength +1 = 9.0 damagespear