WEAPONS ROLL RUN

[etcircenses]

"The museum will be closing in half an hour. At that time, something very special will be distributed to the Tributes brave enough to risk their peers at the first floor elevators."

The storm is still raging outside, casting everything on the first floor in a dim light occasionally shattered by flashes of lightning. The thunder rolling in the background seems to set the tone, although some may find it a welcome distraction from silence.

Half an hour passes. Five minutes before it's done, the elevators cease functioning, leaving Tributes to use the stairwells.

Each elevator door opens to reveal a handful of weapons: firecrackers, revolvers, grenades. There are no threats to the Tributes who try to retrieve them - none but their fellow competitors.

[OOC note: party-style post. Everyone tag away.]

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[dragoon_pride]

Kain was fixated on the explosives. It wasn't just a spear from the ancient weapons displays that he'd been able to get from the exhibits. He'd also spent a lot of this arena looking over information in any displays featuring war and weaponry, getting some ideas about what this world had to offer. Not all of it made sense to him. He really didn't think he'd get much out of trying a gun, at this point. But bombs made sense in a way, and seemingly were easier to control here, where they weren't alive. The grenades... those could be especially useful, given what he'd seen. He needed something strong like that since he couldn't rely on his power or, for that matter, on having a mage around who was capable of explosive magic.

But as he ran out, he had a feeling he wouldn't be the only one attempting to get their hands on something. Sure enough, there was someone else coming after him. As he was slammed into, Kain tried to lash out with the pole of his spear, more intending to try and drag his opponent down with him than actually stab.

[the_marshal]

It worked, though probably not the way Kain had wanted. Wyatt had put too much into the charge, into the blow, to pull back as the spear came at him. As the sturdy wooden staff cracked against his knee and lightning shot up his leg.

He could only try and use that his advantage. Swinging his crowbar in a wide, vicious strike that would have made one of Hawkeye's Dodgers proud as his leg buckled.

With any luck the bastard wouldn't expect him to keep fighting even as he went down to one knee.

[dragoon_pride]

Not quite what he wanted, but he'd take it as he ended up going down rather hard. He hauled himself up, but didn't quite have enough timing to veer away afterward.

Kain growled as the crowbar connected, hitting a shoulder. He had to readjust his grip on his weapon some, taking another swipe at Wyatt and then starting to move closer to the elevator. He had to get there before supplies got picked over, but he also had to watch his back...

[the_marshal]

Wyatt flung himself to the side to avoid the swing, air rushing over his ear - a whistle whining in his ear - and ruffling his hair. There wasn't time to get back on his feet as the stranger started again for the elevator, so he did, instead, the only thing he could.

He swept the crowbar out, aiming for Kain's ankles, trying to take his feet out from under him and give himself time to find his own.

[dragoon_pride]

That crowbar connects, slamming heavily into one of his ankles. Kain growls in pain, making a wide sweep with his own weapon, hoping that even if he doesn't strike him, he'll keep his opponent back. Then he tries to continue limping toward his goal.

[the_marshal]

It wasn't quite what he'd have liked to see - that involved the man going down and staying well out of the way while he darted in and got the hell back out - but it was enough. Enough to get his feet back beneath him, to duck under the responding sweep of the spear by diving forward.

It put him ahead just enough, got him close enough to curl his fingers around the but of the revolver, metal cool and smooth and familiar against his skin.

Rolling onto one shoulder, he brought it up, hammer jamming back under his thumb in one smooth motion.

He had no idea if it was loaded, didn't have time to check, but was counting on the stranger not knowing either.

[dragoon_pride]

This was definitely a bad spot to be in. Kain knew that much- he had no experience firing one of those weapons, but he'd seen the power they were capable of.

He paused, tense and eyeing his opponent, partially wondering if this would truly be the end for him. But... even so, he wasn't giving in just yet. One of those grenades sat just out of reach, if he could find some way past... his grip on his weapon tightened. He was prepared to continue defending himself. "You have what you came for..."

[the_marshal]

Wyatt nodded. A tight, small gesture. His eyes like chips of ice above the dark metal of the gun.

"Stand aside." The barrel shifted, a fraction, to one side of the car. "An' we can both live to settle this another day."

Wyat was not a cold-blooded killer - he could understand that they were both here for the same thing, both wanted the same thing - but cornered and provoked, he would do what was necessary.

He still had a job to do.

He wasn't ready to die yet.

[dragoon_pride]

It was tempting. So tempting to give in to that darkness, that murderous voice that always whispered in the back of his mind.

But no. Not this time. In his right mind, Kain took a similar view. He did anything he had to, in order to survive. Ultimately, if he thought it might serve an important cause, then he would go as far as killing to see it through. So, there was a tense moment where he considered just charging at him and taking him down, however self-destructive that might end up being.

Instead, he moved aside. He was fighting a terribly difficult mental battle over this, though.

"I can't promise it will end the same the next time we meet."

[the_marshal]

Wyatt climbed to his feet, eyes and gun never wavering from the man's chest.

"No," he replied flatly. "Neither can I."

But this wasn't then.

He moved past man, glancing out of the corner of his eye for a clear path, and then took it. The gun finally dropping as he dodged around another tribute and disappeared.

[dragoon_pride]

So it would be this time. It was an agreement that Kain could live with, for now. The part of him still longing to fight would more than welcome the challenge that the other man might pose. That would be another day.

He made his way to the pile, hand closing on one of the grenades, picking it up and then shoving his way out of the area.