Eridan was more than pleased with his prize, and had made his way to retrieve it pretty early on in the morning. He was nocturnal, after all, and so getting to the lockers before most others proved fairly easy for him. His prize: a carbine. He was skilled with fire arms, though his preferred one being of a legendary beam rifle variety, but he could settle for this.
It was far better than what he could have gotten. Like a sword, or something. Who even used those, anyway?
He had headed out of the area, trying to avoid what threats he could in the mean time, but he couldn't help but give into the thoughts running through his head. How he certainly should put this to use, if he were to win this brutal game. Surely sitting on this gun and its ammo would be a waste, and the more he killed, the more he'd be favored by the on-watching audience.
So he returned, waiting down one of the aisles to see who would first become his hapless victim. He had no qualms about killing, none what so ever. It was second nature to a troll like him, and he almost craved it. So when he caught the daydream-like gaze of HK's, the man armed with a sword (HA), he narrowed his eyes, aiming the gun straight at him.
He wasted no time pulling the trigger, the shot aimed at his head. Then again, Eridan wasn't really accounting for him to move. Considering his weird almost zoned out staring, but there was also the fact that Eridan wasn't used to this gun either, and so his aim was bound to be slightly off.
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It was far better than what he could have gotten. Like a sword, or something. Who even used those, anyway?
He had headed out of the area, trying to avoid what threats he could in the mean time, but he couldn't help but give into the thoughts running through his head. How he certainly should put this to use, if he were to win this brutal game. Surely sitting on this gun and its ammo would be a waste, and the more he killed, the more he'd be favored by the on-watching audience.
So he returned, waiting down one of the aisles to see who would first become his hapless victim. He had no qualms about killing, none what so ever. It was second nature to a troll like him, and he almost craved it. So when he caught the daydream-like gaze of HK's, the man armed with a sword (HA), he narrowed his eyes, aiming the gun straight at him.
He wasted no time pulling the trigger, the shot aimed at his head. Then again, Eridan wasn't really accounting for him to move. Considering his weird almost zoned out staring, but there was also the fact that Eridan wasn't used to this gun either, and so his aim was bound to be slightly off.