thearena | i'm fighting til the last, i'm fighting til there's nothing left

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i'm fighting til the last, i'm fighting til there's nothing left

WHO| Anna Morasca, Neeshka, Wyatt Earp (also open to Dean Winchester)
WHAT| The odds are no longer in Anna's favor. ~~Spoiler Alert: Anna dies.~~
WHEN| The end of week two.
WHERE| The beginning of the canyon; M4
WARNING/NOTES| Death. Language. Violence. Blood. Gore.

Luckily for Anna, she'd been nowhere near the Cornucopia or the ruins since the bloodbath so the nausea anyone else felt had yet to really reach her. It had instead presented itself as a worsening migraine and minor stomach pains that Anna had attributed to hunger and the cold. She and Dean had yet to really stumble across anyone at this point, which was an advantage for the two of them since neither wanted to kill anyone. It remained unspoken, the inevitability that they would have to fight because The Capitol wouldn't let both of them live if they miraculously made it to the end by themselves. Anna had her own contingency plan for that.

She'd strayed from their little camp in the base of the canyon to stock up on water, as well as attempting to catch any fish in the net she had with her kit. A hunting knife had arrived for her with a sleeping bag earlier in the Game and she made it a habit to keep the knife on her at all times, as well as a makeshift staff she'd fashioned out of a tree branch she found.

Leaning down, she splashed her face with some of the cold water and sighed happily, drying her face with her shirt and not even expecting company. A mistake she would inevitably pay for.

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Neeshka wasn't feeling her best, either. It was one of those subtle things that made her feel like she'd been poisoned or diseased or something, and so something worse was going to creep up on her once she got past the first stages. Too bad there weren't any healing kits or antidote potions in the arenas. She definitely missed those.

She was making it up to herself, though, by killing things. Food sometimes, but mostly people. Or she was trying to, anyway. She'd taken out two people so far, which was pretty awesome and meant money when she got out, but she wanted more. The stream seemed a good place to wait, since people came that way a lot, and there were lots of trees to hide in. Plus, Wyatt wouldn't be far if she needed help.

So when Anna came wandering by, she spotted her quickly from her perch above and across the stream from her. She started slowly and silently fitting an arrow into her bow, sighted carefully, and waited a breath or two until she was sure she had a good shot. While Anna's face was hidden by her shirt, she let loose, aiming for her fellow Tribute's ribs. Puncture a lung, and she'd be quick to take out.

Neeshka's arrow should have caught her through the lung, but Anna's headache came with slight dizziness and she wobbled on the bank as the shot was taken. The only sound she made was a choked gasp as the arrow entered her shoulder, just above the heart and Anna dropped back onto the grass.

Only one person had a bow and arrows. And she wouldn't stand a chance long-range against someone as proficient as Neeshka, especially when injured. She could call out, Dean might hear, but she'd be putting him at risk and that was unacceptable.

Playing almost-dead it would have to be.

It was a good ploy. Neeshka waited for a beat, wondering if she'd somehow made a heart shot on accident, then swung down from her tree and trotted over, hopping rocks on the stream to keep her feet from getting wet. She slung her bow over her shoulder as she approached the last few paces, then pulled another arrow, to use as a very small dagger in case Anna wasn't quite dead. It had worked for Glinda, after all.

"So, how bad did I get you," she wondered, stopping and looking down at Anna. Oh, how ironic, it was the other girl who'd wanted the bow.

Getting shot with an arrow was far different than getting shot with a bullet, she mused to herself as everything begun spinning and her shoulder was on fire. For one, the entrance wound was far bigger and the thing was still embedded - she couldn't just pull it out, because if it struck an artery? Pulling it out would kill her via extreme blood loss.

She would have to try and fight her way out without use of her arm. Not impossible, but definitely difficult. She kept her eyes closed until she heard Neeshka getting in close. As soon as she was ready, her eyes snapped open and she swept the tiefling's legs out from beneath her, propelling herself up to her feet with the momentum and taking a defensive stance once she put some distance between them.

"I'm not tryin' to kill anyone, here. I don't want to hurt you."

Neeshka spat out a curse-- a mild one, more like "oh hells!" than anything Anna would be used to hearing-- as she took her tumble, and she immediately rolled and flipped back onto her feet, crouched and wary. Red there couldn't possibly be able to hold out for too long, could she? Not with an arrow sticking out of her chest, right?

Nevermind that Neeshka had put orcs full of arrows, and they still didn't stay down. These were nicer arrows. And not orcs. Right?

"Yeah, well," she pointed out, keeping a grip on her spare arrow near the head, "this is kind of a fight-to-the-death thing, so that's prooooobably not gonna work out so well for you."

Neeshka didn't account for the fact that Anna was stubborn as all hell when shooting her. And, well, she'd been in this kind of situation before. The adrenaline rush was kicking in, amping up her fight-or-flight response and preparing her for the inevitable fight ahead.

"I knew that comin' into this. Doesn't mean I have to play." She snapped, mostly in annoyance at being shot but also because of the complete violation of her moral code in this. Her eyes were locked onto Neeshka, anticipating a move as she took a cautious step back.

Actually, all Neeshka'd accounted for when shooting at her was the possibility of another kill. She didn't know anything about this girl, after all. As for herself... well, she had no moral code, really. Not much of one. And when other people had such scruples, she didn't always understand how it worked-- it was annoying, more often than not, anyway.

"Then why not let me get you out of it? You're just going to come back to life afterwards, anyway," she offered, following Anna's step back with a step forward, keeping the same distance between them. It wasn't close enough for a grab, but it wasn't too far for a lunge-- the latter of which she was considering if Anna didn't give in.

Anna's eyes narrowed at the step forward along with the additional offer and she shook her head. "I have my reasons for stayin' alive," she replied cryptically and braced herself for the invitable lunge, already formulating a defense in her head.

Reading body language had its perks.

"Guess I'll just hafta do it the hard way, then," Neeshka shrugged, mock-casual, and then she did make the lunge Anna expected. She still had her arrow in one hand as a makeshift dagger, and she was reaching for the arrow in Anna's shoulder with the other. She hadn't grown up in the streets of Neverwinter and not learned that attacking wounds hurt, and got you an advantage.

Of course, up-close and personal fighting wasn't what she was best at without having somebody to take the worst of the damage... she was fast and lethal, but she also tended to fold quickly. So she wanted to make this quick, as much as she could.

Not as quick as she's hoping, unfortunately. Anna was expecting the tiefling to go straight for her injury and with close-combat being her specialty, she countered the empty hand with her own, twisting into the lunge to avoid getting stabbed with the other arrow. She instead threw her good shoulder into Neeshka's chest, using the momentum to tackle her to the ground before rolling off of her and pulling the hunting knife free from its place in the small of her back, crouched and ready to defend herself since it's clear that Neeshka had no intention of letting her live.

"Gonna have to try a little harder than that," she spat angrily, panting slightly from the adrenaline rush that was masking just how injured she really was.

Oh, Mask. She had a knife, and she was obviously better at this than Neeshka. The tiefling rolled back to her own feet quickly, scrambling a couple paces back and eying Anna more warily, trying to look for a weakness. Besides the arrow through the shoulder, anyway.

"This'd be a lot easier if you just went quietly," she groused, and this time spun out a quick kick, aiming for Anna's hip to knock her off-balance from that crouch. She knew the basics of hand-to-hand, in a kind of kung-fu-ish style, but it by far wasn't her best. She definitely wanted that knife. Maybe she could nick it over the course of this fight-- or once Anna was dead.

Kick to the hip? Very beginner, she mused as she countered with a solid block using her empty hand, grabbing Neeshka's foot and twisting it sharply in an attempt to break the ankle while her knife slashed at the leg in hand once before letting go and pushing Neeshka's leg out to throw her off-balance.

If close-combat was Neeshka's plan, she was going to need back-up or this might not end well for either of them.

Maybe she wasn't very strong, but Neeshka was limber. She twisted with her ankle to keep from getting something busted too bad for her to keep fighting, but that did wind up throwing her on the ground with another startled curse.

Yeah, now was about the time for some backup. "Wyaaaaaatt!" she cried, and hoped he was still close enough to hear him.

As it turned out, on his way to the stream for water, Wyatt had come across the nest of some ground-nesting bird and since nothing said breakfast to him like eggs, he lingered to steal the small round eggs... and was still close enough hear his name carrying through the trees when Neeshka screamed.

"Neeshka!" Eggs forgotten he jumped to his feet and turned back the way he'd come at a run.

Following the sounds of the struggle as he got closer, he came upon the pair just in time to see the unknown woman closing in on Neeshka.

He had only a moment to react, to choose. And he chose Neeshka, coming up behind Anna, his arms slipping around her - one snaking her waist, the other wrapping around her throat, both squeezing tight and pulling... dragging her back and away from Neeshka.

Really. She had back-up. Of course she had back-up. Fucking hell.

There wasn't any time for Anna to react when Wyatt came up behind her and dragged her away. Anna managed to get a hand between the arm and her throat, allowing her to breathe after a moment and she began cursing in Italian.

Finally, she remembered her English and tried to reason with the man because he hadn't killed her yet so there was a chance...

"I'm not tryin' to kill anyone. She attacked, I'm defendin' myself. I'm not playin' the damn game!"

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