thearena | Carnage in the Caves

Who| Participants in the bloodbath
What| Murder and mayhem ensue after the jabberjays chase people into the caves.
Where| Deep within the caves. This area of the caves cannot be broken into or escaped from until 24 hours have passed.
When| Over a twenty-four hour period beginning now.
Warnings/Notes| Violence, death, gore, etc. You have been assigned a target to kill, but you may run into other characters in the caves as well.

The jabber jays begin their screaming, driving you deep into the caves in an attempt to escape the cries of your loved ones being tortured, beaten, or killed. When the maddening sounds finally cease, you will find yourself trapped in a series of corridors and caves, sealed tight with no chance for escape. Luckily there are plenty of weapons and supplies at hand (machetes, axes, hunting knifes, swords, maces, spears, clubs, hammers, scythes, bows & arrows, food, water, clean clothes), but any delusions of good fortune are soon squashed when an announcer assigns each person a target and gleefully informs you that you must kill your target within 24 hours or else you will run out of oxygen and die.

Over the next 24 hours, you will be tasked with killing this person in any manner you can. You may also happen upon other unfortunate souls trapped in the caves, but be wary of befriending them down here. They're on a mission too, and there's no rules against collateral damage.

Good luck, and don't forget to put on a show.

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"Hey!" Zed sounds more offended than afraid for his life as he dodges and rolls despite the shot going wide. "That's not very nice..." He takes a moment to get his footing again, and now he's charging in, swinging that scythe. While he's at home in the dark, his night vision still isn't anywhere on the level it would have been with powers in play, and he's not used the scythe before. It should give Ruffnut enough time to react before he gets close enough to use the scythe.

The blade of the Scythe misses her but she feels the handle catch on her bad shoulder and she howls in pain. Her eyes narrow in the darkness and she swings the rifle like a club trying to return the favor. Her shoulder is throbbing now still not fully recovered from when it had been dislocated recently.

"This isn't about nice! This is about winning!"

Zed hisses in pain as that rifle clips him in the side. He's had worse, but it makes him back off to reconsider his game plan. "Well, sure, but I didn't know if you wanted to go and make a show out of it or anything." He shifts his grip on the scythe and tries for another, more aggressive strike with it. If the scythe doesn't get him results soon, he's going with the tried and true sword.

The sound of blade meeting flesh is sickening to Ruffnut. Made worse by the face that it's her flesh. She feels the tip sink into her arm and with a glance she sees it's gone clean through her forearm. Some blood ran along the blade as it emerged from the middle of her forearm sending splinters of pain through her system.

She screamed. She screamed loud and angry and in pain. It echoed and boomed off the cave walls and she fired the gun wildly again this time pointed more down then at his chest. She was firing with one arm now.

Zed barely had time to feel any sense of satisfaction at the success of that strike before that gun goes off. It might not have been aimed at his chest, but that shot still grazed his thigh, and it stung. Nowhere near as much as losing a limb, but it wasn't like he was about to get worried about limbs that weren't his. He'd worry about that injury later--he needs to finish this.

The impact from the gunshot startles him into dropping the scythe, but he's quickly going to grab his sword--the weapon he's best with.

Now that his hands are off the Scythe Ruffnut can stumble back with the blade still in her arm. Grabbing the shaft she let out a shriek of pain as she wrenched the blade out of her arm and threw the weapon to the ground.

Blood poured from her wound to vanish in the shadows and her hands were shaking with anger and pain. Digging into her pockets she produced a fistful of long pink sticks that appeared to be made of paper. Hardly the sort of weapon that should be going up against a sword.

To buy herself a few seconds she kicked the Scythe across the ground at him trying to trip him and retreated backwards into the cave shadows. But from the sound of her heavy breathing she wasn't in full retreat yet.

Zed manages to miss tripping over the scythe, but he's still limping and stumbling a little from that wound he's got. He's taking a moment to make sure he's got a good grip on his sword and has regained his footing before he goes charging after her.

A flash of light illuminated the cave with white and orange. For a moment Ruffnut was framed in shadows as she pointed the paper sticks at Zed. The ends were smoldering and glowing brightly.

And then they exploded! Little balls of fire races through the air at him from the tips of the fireworks and Ruffnut let out a whoop of delight! She'd never worked with Roman candles before but if only for the amount of light and noise they were causing? She was a fan.

"Shining..." Zed stopped dead in his tracks, enthralled by that display. The hand that wasn't holding the sword almost absently started reaching out for those bright sparks--

--which kind of resulted in him hissing in pain at a few slight burns and taking a couple more steps back. Of course the light had burned him. It always did, in the end. Now he was just mad. Maybe he could try to swat the fireballs out of the air with the sword...

The fire swats easily out of the air. After all these are fireworks not military munitions. Ruffnut looks disappointed and prepares the next wave of sparking projectiles. Zed's gonna have to get to her before she fires off round two if he wants to land a hit. In the mean time she's struggling with her fire starting kit. This is not ideal circumstances for it.

Zed's swatting at those fireworks and charging over there like he fears no sparkly things, and he's swinging that sword with both arms in a very focused strike. It's a big, powerful move, and if he misses, it'll take him some time to be able to attack again.

"Urk!"

She feels the impact more then the slice. Her bones crack as the sword buries itself in her collar.

With wide eyes she looks up at Zed and his face is in shadows. The flickering fires behind him make him seem bigger then he probably is.

She'd promised to give this arena her all and she'd meant it. Her right arm was useless now and not listening to a single command.

So with a fistful of fireworks she swung for his face in fury. The motion caused blood to spray from her wound. Even as she threw the punch the edges of her vision were getting blurry.

This fight was already over. She was just throwing one last tantrum.

Some men might show a little bit of remorse in cutting down a teenager like this. Not Zed. Though his powers weren't with him, there was still that old darkness in his eyes, that complete lack of remorse that made him look the monster he actually was.

He hissed in irritation as he was sprayed with that blood. The hit wasn't strong enough to do too much as impacted with his jaw, and he was more irritated than anything now. Time to make another swing with the sword, this one aiming to finish her off once and for all.

All at once in that swing...it was over.

The head tumbled off her shoulders and landed on his foot.

The body slumped forward, so much heavier now that the life was gone from it.

She'd given it her best shot this round but Zed's superior skill had won out in the end. His rewards aside from what this cave had for him was whatever he chose to keep of her supplies. Her rifle, some bullets, at least six fireworks and a fire starter kit. Some dried sabertooth cat meat and the belt of course as well as a brand new first aid kit.

It was like whacking a viking Piñata and collecting the candy that was left behind.

Zed grimaced as he kicked the head away, and he dismissively shook the blood off of his sword. Was he supposed to feel some sort of remorse here? Wasn't happening. She'd started it, anyway.

He wasted no time in looting the corpse to reap his rewards. Not bad, not bad. He tossed the body a mock salute as he left, retrieving the scythe as he went.

Carnage in the Caves

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