Beware of that marine life...

[theworsekind]

WHO| Tate Langdon, Donatello Hamato
WHAT| Death
WHEN| 3 Days into the arena
WHERE| S-6
WARNING/NOTES| Death by the power of shark...what.

Tate had been making his way slowly through the forest on the larger island. He had gotten injured from the altercation with the other tribute on the beach, which had slowed him down and made climbing trees and hiding well difficult. He actually found himself missing his old ally, Kevin who would have been a great asset to have in this arena. Now, like the first time in, he was alone. At least without Kevin there he didn't have to find food as water as frequently. He wanted to believe it was one less thing to worry about, but on his own really only created more problems.

Comments

Beware indeed!

[polyturtle]

To say that Donatello was not in the best mood that morning was a slight understatement.

He couldn't believe that Lottie had died. He'd been unable to protect her, even though he'd promised that that he would try and at least get her further into the game. So much for that. He felt he'd let her down - let Eliot and Momoko down, as well, for not keeping an eye on her during those moments when she needed it most. Shell, he could almost imagine his father and brothers watching the game and shaking their heads.

Stupid thoughts, yes, he knew that. But even so, he felt like shell. So this morning he was alone, working on things. Mainly, in this areas he'd constructed a hut, and had carefully doused the fire he'd set the previous night. Now, he was placing the delicious shark meat he'd slow-cooked near it in a haphazard way, cutting it up with his sponsor knife, and taking some bites out of a few of the pieces before tossing the pieces onto the ground with the others. Certain pieces he didn't eat. He had his reasons.

He was almost done setting up this trap. Everything else was basically in place.

If there is any tricks (like eating shark) Tate needs to fall into, let me know :D

[theworsekind]

Tate spotted the first piece of shark on the ground as he walked. He didn't know exactly what it had been initially, but it was clear someone or something had been eating it. It was its strange sort of fatty meat that tipped him off that it was a fish of some sort. A large fish. Now either some tribute was being sloppy or there was an animal nearby. Either way, he saw this as a opportunity to take out a possible threat.

He slowed his pace, drew his machete and began to carefully walk step by step following the trail of misplaced meat.

Bwahahaha hang on, lemme PM you

[polyturtle]

Donatello had just finished with the meat when he heard a faint, faint sound. Something rustling. It was behind him. Distant, but...

Without warning Donatello grabbed his knife - leaving the sharktooth spear he'd worked on before the fish - and quickly rolled into the makeshift hut. He was careful to avoid the center of it, instead hising out in a corner, ducking into his shell and digging into the sand as best as he could. There - quietly - he could observe what was going on, and if necessary, act.

Feel free to describe how he gets attacked now ^^;;

[theworsekind]

Tate wouldn't touch the meat, he had no use for it, no real appetite for it either. So instead he followed the trail. Lucky for Don, Tate had never really seen the turtle as a threat. Instead he just saw a large turtle mutant creature that he didn't trust, but also didn't suspect was very intelligent.

Upon approaching the small hut, Tate approached with great caution. This either looked very sloppy or like a trap. Either way he would look everything over before walking into it. He was sure its occupant couldn't be far away, however as he examined it, he didn't see anyone. If he did spot the shell he would have simply disregarded it, even guess that it was the animal that the meat had come from.

Tate entered the doorway of the hut, not seeing any of the wiring that would lead to his death. There wasn't much there, but he still would look for anything that could be used as a weapon, which was what brought him to enter the hut.

Re: Feel free to describe how he gets attacked now ^^;;

[polyturtle]

Though he was covered in sand, he could still hear. And he could hear someone coming in, coming closer and closer to the middle of the hut...

If Tate went in towards the center, he might have felt something thin and a little sticky on the front of his lower legs. If so, it was already too late. The sinew stretched, from the line on his legs, up the sides of the hut, and across the ceiling to the top of the doorway. Snapping apart at the slightest stress, a second string of rope--and bamboo-tied sinew would release its tension, like a crossbow - and a second sharp shark tooth spear, held at bay until then, would fly like an arrow right at its victim from behind with nary a whistle.

The end game of the spear - be it impaling, wounding, or killing its target - didn't matter as long as it hit its mark.

Quick and easy :D

[theworsekind]

Unfortunately for Tate, he didn't feel sensations like other people did. He picked them up occasionally, when they were strong - such as the heat from the sun - but nothing like the sinew being pulled by his step. Of course he heard a snap and a second later it was done. He hadn't even had the chance to think of what had happened, there was suddenly a large sharp shark tooth impaling his chest, forcing him to fall backward. Tate immediately gasped for breath- this was a pain that he could feel - eyes wide and body going into shock. It took him a few seconds to even comprehend what had happened and what was about to.

He tried to utter words, but blood came from his mouth instead. He had seconds to look around, unaware that his eyes were searching for the tribute who had done this. Any clue to who they were. He had fallen perfectly into their trap.

[polyturtle]

He hears, but he only slowly emerges from the sand. Just enough to see who his trap caught. And when he does, his eyes harden.

This guy. How oddly ironic. He doesn't want to admit it, but deep down? Don was glad it was this guy who got snagged in the trap. He wouldn't hurt anyone else this round.

Quietly, Don stands up fully, letting the sand fall off of him. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't mock Tate or swagger with victory. For one, he refused to be so petty (though he was certainly tempted to give him a punch to the face, remembering how he treated his victims). For second, there was no point in it - as his master always counseled, a warrior who gloried in bloodshed he caused was less a warrior and more a murderer.

For third, he only had a couple of seconds to take the useful parts of Tate's supplies after he expired.

[theworsekind]

Tate's eyes find Don and while he tries to glare, his body is too busy trying to save itself from the inevitable. He tries to speak, to say something nasty, but only blood flows out- faster now - and he starts to shake trying to fight leaving the arena so soon. He does manage to lock eyes with Don, his own way of telling him he's targeted now. However this only lasts seconds before Tate passes out, falls back, and bleeds out.

[polyturtle]

His eyes showed very little - if any - fear towards Tate as they locked. In fact, perhaps that was the best way Don could insult him. By not showing fear, or even acknowledging that Tate could be a threat as he went to grab the machete out of Tate's stiffening hand, even as Tate himself passed. Of course, Don was aware that Tate was capable of incredibly violent acts - particularly given what had happened earlier. But unlike most, he was not afraid - at least not enough for it to visibly bother him.

He'd fought far, far worse back home, after all.

The spear was a bit busted, and it was pointless to try and take it out of Tate's torso. Instead, Don put the machete into his belt and proceeded to do a quick search on Tate's body for anything else that he might have on him. The machete was a good thing, but perhaps he had other supplies as well.