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[retrieverchef]

Who| Eliot, Grey, Katurian, and Chris
What| Continuation of the Bloodbath
Where| The Cornucopia
When| Day 1
Warnings| Death, violence, blood

Eliot staggered slightly as he moved toward the knife. He hadn't thought much of the knife wound Howard had given him at first but it had only been a few minutes and he was already feeling the blood loss. The harpoon was growing heavier than it should be. He let it go. He just couldn't carry it anymore. If he could get to the knife, he'd take that and find somewhere to patch up his side. Hopefully Lindsey had been able to get a bag and another weapon.

Comments

[downbeat]

Katurian had decided not to speak again unless spoken to. It seemed like the best course of action -- he could still feel the metal of the harpoon pressed against his neck, after all -- and it was easier to dedicate his whole attention to breathing. His sinuses were clogged with blood like some cruel facsimile of a cold.

He was paranoid about bleeding on the ground -- he did not want to start a trail. It was while checking for said trail that he turned around and saw the man at the Cornucopia. Staggering.

[greymatter]

Grey's already seeing the benefits of the extra thick gloves and the crampons. He's also purchased a sleeping bag and enough food for himself. Lost in thought, he doesn't immediately notice Katurian's footsteps falter.

[downbeat]

This man was not going to survive.

Katurian knew that much. In this hellish, wintry landscape, small wounds soon became large wounds and non-fatal cuts became infections. The way this man was moving, the way he dropped his weapon as though it were just too heavy said it all. This poor man had a long, hard fight ahead of him, and with conditions as they were, it was a fight he would lose.

Katurian cringed and blew air between his teeth. The sound was harsher than the wind. The sound was for Grey.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot stumbled as he reached for the knife. His teeth chattered as his fingers closed around the hilt. It seemed his jacket was no longer keeping the cold out.

[greymatter]

The scientist looks up sharply at the out of place sound and then back at Katurian, where his eyes catch the movement at the Cornucopia behind the man. They're the movements of a wounded animal.

"Good." He says with a grin, as if Katurian were a dog to be praised. He doesn't recognize Eliot yet, between the distance and the parka obscuring the man's face. But a kill's a kill for him. Revenge is just icing on the cake.

Harpoon in a solid grip, he moves past Katurian and back towards the Cornucopia, like a shark that's been attracted to the scent of blood.

[downbeat]

Katurian turned as Grey passed him, and then-- and then he followed, his legs taking him where his mind could not. He told himself he was doing this to get home again. He told himself he was doing this to save his brother.

[greymatter]

The sound of footsteps in the snow likely alerts Eliot to their approach, but then Grey isn't really aiming for stealth. Not now, not this time. There's simply no need.

"You seem to be having a bit of trouble." He notes, once he's close enough to be heard. The grin beneath those dark, black glasses they've been afforded would imply that he isn't here to be Eliot's savior.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot looks up at the two men. Oh, damn it. This is the last thing he needs right now. He straightens, ignoring the pull at the wound and the way his head spins. "What do ya want, Grey?"

[downbeat]

Grey. Like a raining sky. Like dirty ice.

Katurian files away the name of his new partner, standing behind him like a spector or a shadow. He tries to find it comical, how Eliot asked what they wanted when it's so obvious what's going to happen next, but he can only feel nausea pulling at his stomach. Doubt.

[greymatter]

Oh. Oh it's you. What a wonderful happenstance.

The scientist snickers, stopping a couple of feet from the injured man. "What ever could I want here within the confines of a death match?"

[retrieverchef]

Eliot rolls his eyes slightly. "So we're doin' this again. Let me know if you're ever interested in a fair fight."

Yeah, he knows he's probably not making it out of this fight without help. And even then, it'll take a lot of luck. Doesn't mean he's just going to roll over.

[greymatter]

He laughs coldly. "Yes, I'll be sure to."

Without warning, he's flipped the harpoon in hand around so that the blunt end is facing out and swung it sharply for the wound in Eliot's side.

[big_badass_hero]

Chris ran towards them, he remembered one of the trio. The guy wasn't that bad and deserved at least a fighting chance.

He tried tackling Grey to hopefully give Eliot a few seconds.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot tried to dodge the harpoon but couldn't move fast enough. He grunted as it not only hit the wound but drove the breath from his lungs, stumbling into the approaching Tribute.