[OPEN] ► Week 3 | On the Ice

[hartless_cowboy]

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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[big_badass_hero]

"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.

[hartless_cowboy]

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?

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

[big_badass_hero]

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.

Oops?

[hartless_cowboy]

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."

Re: Oops?

[big_badass_hero]

"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.

[hartless_cowboy]

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.

[big_badass_hero]

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."

[hartless_cowboy]

"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?"