Eliot stood still in the shadow of a palm tree, eyeing the birds. He'd eaten well so far between the fish and the coconuts, but something different would be nice. He'd picked up a few fist-sized rocks to hunt with since he had nothing better so far.

The night was quiet, nothing disturbing the starlit darkness. That changed when a short cry met his ears followed by a fairly large... something tearing down the beach. He took his gaze off of the birds and took a closer look at the creature. Whatever it was, it wasn't human. Or whatever kind of alien Garrus was. Eliot wasn't even sure if it was another Tribute or some new horror the Gamemakers had cooked up. He felt along the tree trunk for his spear as he pulled a rock from his pack. There wasn't time to waste finding out and if this thing turned out to be a Tribute, it'd be alive again soon and Momoko would be that much closer to winning. He threw the rock, aiming for the creature's torso.