kill and run, kill and run. i'm one of the dirty guns.

[dying]

Who| Thane & open
What| he's really hating the cold, but dealing with Smilodons is just another part of his day
Where| The Birch Forest
When| post-Smilodons
Warnings/Notes| Obviously, mentions of dead animals and so forth.



Thane rarely got into fights he didn't think he could win, but at the same time - he didn't always expect to come out of it alive. Especially not in the arenas with the challenges thrown at them. This arena had been wearing on him, hard, and he was grateful for the supplies that he seemed to get (even without the messages, he knew they were from Shepard - she was the only one who would send them to him.

The fight with the large cat that was essentially thrown at him didn't come as a surprise. He expected tricks and challenges from this place, every arena had them - and this one came in the form of ice and a difficult fight. He fought hard against it, and his body was tired (it was begging him to stop a moment), but he kept going. He would move until one of them was dead.

Lucky for him, he caught a few breaks, and by the end of it - the creature was killed. He cleaned off his hands with some of the snow then made a move from the scene, picking up his supplies that he had gotten, sure to bundle up as much as possible.

His motions are quick, moving through the trees, although at this time - he is not making an attempt to keep himself invisible to everyone else.

Comments

[oopsright]

Tess had made herself scarce and kept herself hidden during the arena's little bit with the Smilodons. Seeing them, she couldn't believe it. And she knew she wouldn't last one damn second against just one, so she'd played it smart and stayed out of their way and out of their sights by lurking through the trees and the under bushes, making sure her steps were as quiet as ever.

Hearing the quick movement on the packed snow she ducked behind a tree and waited, knife at her side and ready, waiting with bated breath for a few seconds before peering out around the side.

Fuck. She was alone in this place and had been for the past week or so. Joel hadn't made it past the cornucopia and the same was said for Shepard. She'd yet to find anyone else she knew and it made her wonder if, for the next arena, she should consider making more allies.

Ready to step out, a twig snapped. Tess froze and swore softly to herself, standing there with adrenaline and anticipation in her veins, knife coming up.

[dying]

Thane heard the twig snap under someone's feet, and his attention was immediately captured. He stopped his movement, turned towards it, and lifted his arms in a clearly defensive stance. He wanted to make it clear that he was prepared to fight. There were no visible weapons, but he was keeping things hidden after his fight. He didn't want anyone to know what he had unless he was going to have to deal with them.

He doesn't say anything, but he gets himself moving in t he direction the sound had come from. He needed to see who it was before assuming that they were going to be fighting. After all, most people here didn't need to be fought.

Most people here were on the same side.

[oopsright]

Still, Tess held her breath, a tremor in her fingers as she tightly gripped her blade. Her pulse thudded hard under her jaw and she forced herself to swallow, the sound near deafening to her own ears. Almost drowned out the sound of moving steps. She wasn't here to fight, only if she needed to in order to survive and to keep going.

Slowly lifting her foot from the twig she shifted her weight and swore again to herself, easing herself out into the open, making out the approaching footfalls soft against the snow. "I'm not here to fight you," she spoke up, knife still up but only in a means of having to defend herself.