through the fire and flames {Garri vs Nanette vs Sin & Cas}
Mar 27, 2021 13:47:52 GMT -5
Post by grant on Mar 27, 2021 13:47:52 GMT -5
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Benedict's blood still litters the boys hands whether he could see it or not, as he dragged his spear along the ground. The haze had torn him and his ally apart, and the wounds continue to tear on his psyche. Some sick internal clock of his tells him that he is half way to the end, but likely not half way to his own end.
Walking into the thick flames that surrounded him, his sweat peels out what little what he has left in his system. He'd been up most of the night vomiting up the rest. It was the injuries, he'd thought. Now though, he knows that it is the very air that he has been fighting against this entire time.
He sees something in the distance. Somebody else on the fire walk. The rubber scent almost impacts his eyes, but he narrows them to see that it is Nanette. It's the only other living tribute that he knew of. When they did talk, it was of combat. It was each of them trying to prove that they were the better fighter. Maybe it's time to see what happens when that is put to the test.
"Hey, four!" he calls out to her among the fire and flames. "Lets see if you really are a fisherman or a warrior."
He rotates the spear between his fingers in the same way he had in the training centre, and he makes his strike with fatal intent.
Walking into the thick flames that surrounded him, his sweat peels out what little what he has left in his system. He'd been up most of the night vomiting up the rest. It was the injuries, he'd thought. Now though, he knows that it is the very air that he has been fighting against this entire time.
He sees something in the distance. Somebody else on the fire walk. The rubber scent almost impacts his eyes, but he narrows them to see that it is Nanette. It's the only other living tribute that he knew of. When they did talk, it was of combat. It was each of them trying to prove that they were the better fighter. Maybe it's time to see what happens when that is put to the test.
"Hey, four!" he calls out to her among the fire and flames. "Lets see if you really are a fisherman or a warrior."
He rotates the spear between his fingers in the same way he had in the training centre, and he makes his strike with fatal intent.
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[Garrison attacks Nanette with Spear]
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3170 -- Shallow Cut on Right Calf -- 3.5 damage
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