thearena | [OPEN] ► Week 3

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✘ lindsey mcdonald

[OPEN] ► Week 3 | On the Ice

WHO| Lindsey and OPEN
WHAT| Lindsey thought hiding in a crevice is a good idea to get out of the wind. Turns out it's a great idea. He's going to kill some people.
WHEN| 3rd Week
WHERE| Ice fields and crevice
WARNINGS/NOTES| Death, backstabbing, fighting, blood, gore. You know the drill.

A frozen wasteland. This arena had to be a freaking frozen wasteland. All the hard work that he put into learning those edible wild plants, as insisted by Eliot, was a waste of time when there wasn't even a leaf to be found anywhere.

He had hidden himself into the nooks and nannies, barely surviving, but who knew how much longer this could last. So when some hospitable sponsor gave him a rope, he decided to make good use of it by lowering himself into one of those large fissures in the ice, hoping that it would at least keep him out of the wind.

He made one of them his 'hideout' and spent the rest of the time trying to find hunt for anything. Birds for feathers, meat, eggs, even their stinky nests so he could get some things to burn. And, if he was lucky, he'll catch a tribute unaware too. Lindsey was damn determined to stay alive in this one.

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As soon as the cracking started, Lindsey fell back, pushing off against the ice wall to move away from the falling shards. Then he was swinging back on the downward swing of the pendulum towards the man clutching to the edge.

He aimed the sharp heavy spikes of his booted feet forward with every intention of kicking the man down. If he could catch him with a blow to the head, then even better.

Chris saw the shadow headed for him and let go of the ledge he had been holding, sliding the last five feet to the ground, rolling when he hit the ground. His hand went for his knife...

"Figures, slip of my wrist back in beginning and I face ghosts of it already. Look Lindsey right? Come on we can talk about this first right?" He really didn't want to have to kill both twins.

Lindsey jumped down after him, his hand instantly reaching for his own weapons. An moment of panic flashed across his eyes when he realized that the guy was holding a 7 inch blade and he had only some fishing wires and hooks.

Had he made a terrible mistake after all?

"You remember me! I'm touched." He moved around warily, hoping to find a more advantageous spot. "But as much as I'd like to chitchat, we have a game to put on, adoring fans to wave to. You know the drill."

"Yeah, well doesn't mean I have to make it easy you know." He moved the blade in his hand so that the blade was against his arm just in case.

"Look if this is because my hand slipped and I didn't save your brother earlier I'm sorry. I did fully intend to save him." Yeah Chris, should just shut up.

Lindsey paused and gave Chris a startled look that said he did not know about his involvement with Eliot. After the man outed himself though, Lindsey's smile turned harsh. "Go on, we're building up to the climatic moment here. I don't think I have enough justification to stab you repeatedly yet."

Lindsey curled the fishing wires around his cold hands. Damn he wanted those gloves. "Maybe just once."

Chris watched him. "Well if we're doing this," He kept his blade in one hand, slipping his pack off, he'd need the room to move after all. "May as well make it worth while for the public right?"

He thought about removing the gloves too, but they actually gave him some grip on the knife so he didn't. Motioning with his free hand he beckoned Lindsey to come at him.

Lindsey wasn't the charging type, especially when he didn't even have a blade to begin with. His eyes followed the pack's descent and he knew that he will be killing this man for his supplies if nothing else.

"Oh, I'm all for the public image. Have a crowd to please after all." He nodded his head at the long blade as if saying he wasn't that stupid. Slowly, he tried to circle around to get into a better position.

Chris grinned. "Fine, throw your weapons down I'll toss the knife down. Makes things more equal right?"

Okay so not, but that's because Chris is guessing the guy isn't Military by the way he holds himself.

"Sure," Lindsey answered although he made no move towards doing that. "You throw down your knife first."

It made sense, Lindsey was holding fish lines and hooks, he would naturally want the guy with the knife to get rid of it first.

"Count of three?" Chris would drop the knife only when he saw the other man disarm as well. Of course he was thinking of throwing it to the side. Lindsey wasn't as built as Eliot, so he figured he might be quicker. Last thing he wanted was the man to get the blade and stab him in the back.

"One..." Lindsey offered as agreement, though he was still eyeing the well built man warily. He hadn't expected to have to fight him down face to face.

Still, he was stronger than he looked. Even without the magical boost of power, he had trained relentlessly and was confident he could surprise the guy with a move or two.

"Two," Chris flicked the knife into the air catching it so it was easier to toss to the side.

"Three," The knife was sticking out of the ice near his gear.

And Lindsey's hooks and fish lines had disappeared. They weren't much weapon-like to begin with so he hadn't thrown them away like Chris had, because he didn't much look forward to finding them again in the snow.

However, he was now unarmed and circling around, trying to get to Chris still and, hopefully, get nearer to his stuff.

"So, about that thing where you killed my brother? Can't let you go for that."

"I know. And look Lindsey I'm not looking forward to taking both of you out." He kept an eye on him purposely moving them away from his gear, can't make it easy right.

He really didn't want to fight Lindsey, but watching him, he knew the other guy hadn't been as lucky this arena. Taking him out or letting him take me out would help him out, guy looks half frozen already Chris thought knowing he wouldn't go for cheap shots even if the other did. He'd play the Capitol's game by his rules.

Not to mention half starved and slightly unsteady. He narrowed his eyes although that smile didn't even waver.

Not liking how he was being lead away from the gear, Lindsey tried to get them back on track, but by moving Chris away from it.

"What makes you think that you'll be the one to kill me?" Lindsey asked with a laugh. "Don't underestimate me, muscle boy."

"Considering I can hear you chattering from here, longer we wait less chance you have." Hey he had a point.

"Besides you talk too much." He was tired of waiting and charged forward.

Lindsey knew that was true, and he also knew that if they came down to wrestling, he was at a major disadvantage.

So when the other man charged, instead of meeting him, he tried to get out of the way. He held a hand up and, from the training in Nepal, he called upon his energies to throw the man away. It was a reflexive move, like muscle memory, that he hadn't even been aware of doing it in his desperation since, as they all knew, magic didn't work here.

Or did it?

Chris yelped, because what the hell! He was flying back and the guy hadn't even touched him. His back hit the ice and he groaned falling to his knees a moment.

"Okay what the hell was that?" Taking a moment to get his wits about him he got back to his feet, brushing the back of his hand across his lip. There wasn't blood at least, but he had felt something crack with the impact. Moving didn't hurt yet so he'd worry about injuries later. Eyes scouted for Lindsey to see where the other man was.

That caught both of them by surprise. Lindsey thought he would end up wrestling the man on the ground, not his powers kicking in to slam him into the ice bed.

As soon as he recovered his surprise, sooner than Chris he would imagine, he raced for the knife that the other man put down. Let this be a lesson to him in arrogance and disarming.

"Well, well, what do you know. Magic does work in this world after all."

"Magic? What the hell..." He caught the other man buy his gear. "Shit." The S.T.A.R.S. gunner was running for his gear. If he could he'd get his knife again and see about taking the man down. Whatever he did... Still had his head ringing a little, but he wasn't going to get caught off guard this time.

Too late, Lindsey was closer. With a diving jump, he tugged the knife out of the ice and instantly rolled himself off to a side of the snowbanks. If Chris tried to follow, Lindsey would attempt to throw him back with another wave of exhausting telekinesis.

It took a lot out of him, but it was so worth it.

"I like these odds," he said as he climbed back to his feet, knife in hand.

Chris stops dead in his tracks a moment. He's cursing mentally he was too slow, but he's disarmed men with blades before, this shouldn't be that different.

He circled Lindsey carefully trying to see a way to get in without the blade digging into him.

"Won't have em long you know."

"Really? Nah, I think they're plenty in my favor."

A blue light started to twirl around Lindsey's hand in a twin spiral, then down the length of the short knife until it reached the tip. It never went past it, however, and even as it continued to extend down, the length of the blade followed to match it. By the time it faded away, the blade was a full sized broadsword.

"See?"

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[OPEN] ► Week 3 | On the Ice

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How'd I lose this one Damn... >.<

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