There had been no more food or water from whatever benefactor had decided to back him. And while he was used to living on little, hiding in secluded corners while the Arena became consumed in destruction around him was proving untenable. He needed to find something.
He arrived on the third floor only to find it a ruin. Once, there had been food for the taking here. Now there was only the bubbling tar pit and a massive hole looking down on the next floor below.
No hope here. But he didn't need to look for stairs or get back on the noisy elevator to get down to the next level: there was a pile of broken pieces of floor and solidified lava that reached high enough for him to leap down onto without harm. The Creature dropped off the edge and landed, proceeding to nimbly and quickly pick his way over the rubble.
Another small pile was in his way. He launched himself over, on his way to the stairwell.
[Closed to John Watson]
There had been no more food or water from whatever benefactor had decided to back him. And while he was used to living on little, hiding in secluded corners while the Arena became consumed in destruction around him was proving untenable. He needed to find something.
He arrived on the third floor only to find it a ruin. Once, there had been food for the taking here. Now there was only the bubbling tar pit and a massive hole looking down on the next floor below.
No hope here. But he didn't need to look for stairs or get back on the noisy elevator to get down to the next level: there was a pile of broken pieces of floor and solidified lava that reached high enough for him to leap down onto without harm. The Creature dropped off the edge and landed, proceeding to nimbly and quickly pick his way over the rubble.
Another small pile was in his way. He launched himself over, on his way to the stairwell.