Sabertooth Tiger Attacks

[etcircenses]

Who| Everyone who wants to fight Smilodons or run from Smilodons or watch in horror!
What| Sabertooth tigers are rampaging through the Arena!
Where| The forests
When| Monday & Tuesday
Warnings/Notes| Violence against humans and animals!  Make your own threads as you like.  You can also tag in to run from the tigers, rescue people from them, or watch others fighting them.

The first signs of trouble are noticed on Monday morning. As the snowfall ceases, a foreign rustling could be heard amongst the trees of the forests. The rustling became louder and closer, and soon it was obvious that there were dozens of massive furry beasts roaming the woods. But they weren't the peaceful herbivores of the autumn, oh no. These things were massive, vicious, and on the trail of something to eat.

Those who had taken shelter in the woods would notice them first and likely need to run away. However, the cats would not be contained to the forests for long. By Monday evening, the sabertooth tigers were rampaging through most regions of the arena, ready to tear apart any sorry soul who crossed their paths.

The cats are looking for blood. Will you give it to them?

Comments

[wizardplease]

Any effort on the sabertooth's part to strike at Haruto is considerably hampered by Gary's successful lunging and Iskierka continuing to be very, very talented at being a dragon. It snarls and is slowed by the effort to dislodge the makeshift spear, and that's enough time for Haruto to lunge first. He has no idea where its heart would be but he knows where the throat is, and he slashes for that with all his might, the blade of his knife hitting true and tearing deep.

It's not enough to kill the sabertooth cat immediately, though. It snarls and lashes out with its enormous claws, but Haruto is not inclined towards sticking around to let something get a free hit in on him. He lets his momentum carry him most of the way to safety before turning and preparing to either spring back in at it or dive out of the way of a more purposeful counter attack.

It's bleeding out, though, and doesn't look like it's going to manage a whole lot more other than some angry death throes.

[a_minute_younger]

The battle is more or less won at this point, so Gary is happy to just stand back and make sure the sabertooth doesn't try anything too drastic. Or maybe he's not attacking again because he's starting to feel kind of unpleasantly lightheaded--either way, Gary takes up position opposite to Iskierka and Haruto, completing a circle around the cat while it lashes out in increasingly weaker swipes and bleeds profusely on the trampled snow. Gary finds a second, less impressive stick to swing and yell with whenever the sabertooth looks at him funny, but the both of them are too weak now. Unless someone finishes it off early, the tiger will stumble around for another minute or so before it finally gurgles its defeat and collapses.

Gary watches it with wide, wary eyes, gasping for air while he waits for the sabertooth to breathe its last. Only then does he drop the stick.

"Holy fuck," he laughs, an awkward, abrupt and halting sort of noise that is clearly from relief rather than actual humor. "That was fuckin' awesome!"

[letthemburn]

Iskierka, as it happens is quite content to let the cat bleed out, on mostly because she doesn't really care enough about it to give it the mercy of a quick death. Well, that and the fact that she's always been a little bloodthirsty at the best of times, and if people are going to keep her from the war back home she's damned well going to make the most of what she does have.

She still hasn't quite realized that Gary's injured either, although now that they aren't fighting it's probably only a matter of time if no one else notices first.

"It was ever so enjoyable," Iskierka agrees with a bob of her head. "Certainly much better than most anything else thus far."

[wizardplease]

"If you say so." That was not awesome, in his estimation. If it had been awesome, no one would have been hurt and it wouldn't have been anywhere near this messy. Iskierka's answer in particular has him shaking his head in disbelief. Dragons, man. Dragons are nuts.

"Gary? How're you..." He takes this time to look over at his fellow District 11-er, and the ease immediately drops from his question. Now that he can spare the time for it, it's plain to him that Gary's bleeding. "Damn it! It got you?" And now he's rushing forward, shrugging off his backpack and starting to unzip it. He has a medkit. He has supplies. He can fix this.

[a_minute_younger]

"I like how you think," Gary huffs at Iskierka, which is his attempt at actual laughter before he realizes, oh wait, that really fucking hurts, holy shit what the fuck is wrong with his side, oh god ow. His smile melts into a pained grimace as he reaches for the offending spot above his hip, and is immediately alarmed to find his clothes warm and soaked. Haruto's protests come at about the same time Gary pulls his hand away; it comes back covered in fresh blood, which is apparently news to him by the way he stares at it like he's holding someone else's severed arm.

"I...huh." Gary blinks, dumbly, and makes some attempt to twist around and see the full extent of the damage. He doesn't get very far before wincing back. "--Ahh, shit. That explains a lot. How bad...?"

[letthemburn]

Iskierka bobs her head in agreement at Gary's comment. It's a good way to think, or rather, it is when you're both a dragon and kind of also a weapon of war. Not that she blames Haruto for his opinion, but it's certainly not the sort of thing that she's seen a lot of in other dragons.

(Aviators, maybe, but that's an entirely different matter.)

Still, she comes close enough to peer at the wound in question, even if she's not likely to be much of any help in helping fix this. About the best she can probably manage is to hold things - anything else is probably going to need something smaller and less pointy than her foreclaws.

"It could certainly be worse," she offers, either unaware of or unconcerned about the fact that this might not be a comforting answer.

Think we can call this done?

[wizardplease]

"Let me get a look at it. And stop moving! Geez..." He's no paramedic but he's spent a lot of time recovering from having the crap beaten out of him, and corresponding amounts of helping others do the same. By the time he's at Gary's side he has managed to fish out a first aid kit, as well as one of his spare scarves, which he shoves into Gary's hand. "Put pressure on that." He's got this. He's sure that he's got this.

"...keep an eye out for any more of them, would you?" He calls that over to Iskierka, the politeness a sort of squawked and tacked-on thing. In his experience it's better not to order dragons around. They don't like it.