She didn't hesitate. She ran for the cornucopia the minute that countdown ended, dodging through wreckage like it was an obstacle course. But the wreckage wasn't the only obstacle to face, there were people too. Most of them were scattering like cowards, running off into the distance and avoiding their chance at supplies. Not all, though. Not even ten feet from her was the boy from her very own district, keeping pace with her as they closed in on the spoils.
In another life, had these been the Games as they used to be, they'd probably be on the same side to start. One, two and four historically teamed up to form the career pack. But not this time, these weren't normal games and he wasn't going to be her ally.
He veered towards her and she shifted her weight to intersect with him. It was a violent collision that had her tripping past a jagged scrap of metal that sliced into her thigh and hip. It should have scared her, an injury this early, but it just made her mad. So mad, in fact, that when he came back towards her to maybe finish the job, she shoved him with all of her weight...right into a sharp and broken pole jutting out of the ground. The boy was impaled through the chest and Aemila stood there, watching as he choked and spat blood and fell further onto his death bed, eyes dimming a full and slow minute later.
There should have been a sense of success, she'd bested her opponent and won her life, but all she felt was an unpleasant twisting in her gut before the pain seared in her torn muscles and reminded her that she needed to find safer ground. The unease in her core and pain in her leg, she looked around for the closest item to her. There were still plenty of bodies at the cornucopia and plenty of items, but more blood was being spilled there and she didn't stand a chance like this. With the meager thought 'maybe this will help with the sun' she carefully picked up a hat that definitely came from the off-worlder's style and limped off the battlefield.
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In another life, had these been the Games as they used to be, they'd probably be on the same side to start. One, two and four historically teamed up to form the career pack. But not this time, these weren't normal games and he wasn't going to be her ally.
He veered towards her and she shifted her weight to intersect with him. It was a violent collision that had her tripping past a jagged scrap of metal that sliced into her thigh and hip. It should have scared her, an injury this early, but it just made her mad. So mad, in fact, that when he came back towards her to maybe finish the job, she shoved him with all of her weight...right into a sharp and broken pole jutting out of the ground. The boy was impaled through the chest and Aemila stood there, watching as he choked and spat blood and fell further onto his death bed, eyes dimming a full and slow minute later.
There should have been a sense of success, she'd bested her opponent and won her life, but all she felt was an unpleasant twisting in her gut before the pain seared in her torn muscles and reminded her that she needed to find safer ground. The unease in her core and pain in her leg, she looked around for the closest item to her. There were still plenty of bodies at the cornucopia and plenty of items, but more blood was being spilled there and she didn't stand a chance like this. With the meager thought 'maybe this will help with the sun' she carefully picked up a hat that definitely came from the off-worlder's style and limped off the battlefield.