thearena | ( open ) Down on my luck

Who| Fíli and Nasir; Fíli and Kíli
What| Fíli gets seriously injured during a fight, dies from the wounds.
Where| The orchards; later on a hideout
When| Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Well, death. And it's Nasir so I expect some good amount of blood. Lovely things.

FOR NASIR;

The place was scarce in food and water, and Fíli knew that the longer it went on, the lesser were his chances of finding anything, and greater the ones that he would run into foe rather than friend. Still, he had to try. Both he and Kíli had reached the very last of their supplies, and he saw it as his own obligation that he would be the one to find them just enough food to at least last them a little longer.

Neither of them slept much, but in their hiding, he was relieved to see Kíli doze into sleep, perhaps out of sheer exhaustion, and though he did not want to leave him alone, they also could not remain here and expect food to come to them. So carving symbols onto the ground in khuzdul - went for food, stay here - he grabbed as many weapons as he had at hand - no more than a good number of daggers and a heavy pipe - and made his way out.

Every place was as empty of food and water as the next one, yet Fíli tried. The orchard seemed to him what once used to be a place with some edible things, so he made for it, pipe in hand as he made his way through the thick air surrounding him, always alert for any creature or even person to come at him.

FOR KÍLI;

The fight had rendered him almost entirely useless, and more than anything Fíli resented that one thing. He had gone to find them food and not even that much he had managed, returning with only a gash across his middle, bruises and cuts everywhere else, and though wrapping up the wound at first seemed to help, in a few hours the fabric was damp in his blood again. And all of it to no avail, as he had achieved nothing of what he had hoped for. His brother curled near him and worried incessantly, but he was starving, he was exhausted and Fíli could hear it in every word, could see it in every line in his face, even when he tried to hide it.

Each breath was a struggle; it had been for a while, but all the more so now. Pain ran sharply through him whenever he moved, each time he shifted, but he kept going even with that, out of sheer stubbornness or entirely driven by the fear that had settled in his gut.

It was not until that pain started to disappear, and he was left with no more than the struggle of breathing or even thinking, his sight falling out of focus as he glanced around him, that he realized.

He was dying. This was it.

"Kíli," his breath ragged, dissolved into a cough that had more blood oozing from the wound, staining his clothes now. He put one hand to his stomach, and the other searched for his brother. Weak, even though he was gripping at the arm as tightly as he could. "Kíli."

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Nasir normally would have been able to dodge the kick, but he was sluggish. His reflexes were slow. He was just starting to move back when Fíli's foot connected with his knee. He almost crumpled but shifted his weight to his other leg and staggered back. He let out a sharp hiss.

He wasn't yet ready to make another attack. His knee still felt unsteady so he stood and braced himself for when Fíli would come at him.

"I never considered self a giant before. We will see if you can topple one."

[[OOC: I was thinking he could use the hook of his crowbar but that'd be hard to pull off. A dagger works better. Is it the mortal wound, a bad one, or just shallow?]]

The pain in his own arm was no small one, but adrenaline rushed through him and it was easy to ignore in favour of arming himself with a dagger on his other hand. He pulled it from somewhere in his clothes in a way that would have just about anyone wondering how he was even hiding it there, then held it up along with the pipe.

"I've toppled things larger than you," he growled, though obviously this was different. He was hungry, he felt weaker and moved slower than usual, even his eyes did not work as well with how the fog seemed to crawl right beneath his eyelids.

Still finishing the last word and he was already running towards Nasir, twisting his arm to the side to swing the pipe at his knees again.

((ooc: then I will have him throw a dagger in a bit, no problem. And yes, that would be the mortal wound, after which he'll make to run away rather than keep fighting, but really feel free to inflict others before. I'm cool with it.))

Fíli's words were a first, directed as they were at someone whose nickname was Little Man. If only his friends were there to hear it. But then, most of them were dead even before he had come here.

Nasir was expecting the blow this time and, slow or not, he jumped out of reach of the weapon. That put Fíli's body beyond reach of his crowbar as well but not his hand. As the lead pipe arced toward him, Nasir swung his weapon down to strike Fíli's hand. Hopefully the blow would land and break a bone or else knock the pipe to the ground. That would be one less weapon to worry about.

His slow motions frustrated him, and Nasir was much too quick in retaliating, so that Fíli could not move away and avoid the blow that came next.

For a man he was impressively strong, and though it was far from the kind of force needed to actually break any bone in a dwarf's body, it was still painful, all the more so on a hand that already sported a cut from the past week. With a surprised yell his hand lost its grip and he let the pipe fall to the floor, rolling away from him as it did.

Nasir pressed his advantage. He went after Fíli and swung his crowbar again-- at his head this time. He hoped that, even if Fíli dodged, the hook would catch on his face and rip his flesh.

Though it was harder to look down at this man, far smaller than any legionnaire, and view him as Roman. He instead had to rely on his other means of fighting without guilt. His promise. He would live. He would escape this. If he had to kill, then that was the price. It wouldn't be the first life he'd taken here.

He could not avoid the blow, it came much too quick for Fíli's senses and delayed reflexes. By the time he realized the hit was coming, the metal was striking hard against the side of his face, and with a loud cry he staggered backwards, hand moving up to his cheek only briefly when he felt pain blooming where a cut was made.

But he did not wait long, he would not give the man time to try and hurt him again. The pipe was too far from him, so he used the dagger on his hand instead, his aim not as sharp as usual but at least his throw strong and quick, even when he could not put even half of his strength to it.

Nasir was fortunate that Fíli's aim was off. Instead of hitting his heart or chest, instead it hit his arm, just below his shoulder. Nasir cried out and put distance between him and the dwarf, knowing that he was at his most vulnerable now. Letting his crowbar fall to the ground, he reached up and yanked the dagger from his flesh.

Nasir grit his teeth to keep from making any more sounds. He glared up at Fíli, waiting for his next move before he could make his own.

It would seem Fíli was unarmed now, at least for the following seconds as he watched the man yank the blade from his side. He had not ever wanted to hurt or fight anyone, and for a moment he could not help but feel bad when he saw the blood dripping from the wound. And yet - the man was trying to kill him, and he would keep trying, he was sure of it. Fíli had to defend himself.

Not waiting for another attack, he pulled two daggers, one from each of his sleeves where he had hid them, one he held close to himself, and the other he aimed and threw at Nasir like the first, hoping this time for a better aimed hit.

Nasir saw the second dagger coming and this time he rolled onto the ground, hissing as he had to move his arm. Then he came up at Fíli's feet and made a slashing motion to rip open whatever skin his dagger came into contact with. While the execution of the roll had been smooth, the swing of the weapon had been clumsy. The pain grew harder to ignore, as did the constant flow of blood down his arm.

Any other situation, and Fíli would have been able to avoid the attack, yet his motions were too slow now, and he felt as but a spectator as Nasir rolled up and closer to him, watching only as he lifted his arm to strike. The sharp blade pierced through his skin, despite it being thicker than an ordinary man's, and with that it was much easier for Nasir to inflict the damage he hoped to.

The pained noise he let out was barely above a choked gasp, as the dagger was yanked across his stomach, slicing through skin and flesh and immediately, as he put a hand to his middle and stumbled backwards, blood spilled from the gash, staining his hand and clothes.

Nasir rose onto his feet, staggering a little but quickly regaining his balance. He quickly assessed the wound he'd inflicted. It should kill him in time. He would see to it that he got a fast death. He came at Fíli again, dagger raised to cut his throat.

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