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Adel-Makim-Zalur ([personal profile] warrior_become) wrote in [community profile] thearena2013-03-28 09:55 am

[CLOSED]

WHO | Adel and Asha
WHAT | Thinking Adel is some horrible monster, Asha attacks and kills her. ;_;
WHEN | Shortly after the announcement of the feast.
WHERE | Fantasyland
WARNINGS/NOTES | Death.

Adel has been lonely since Pruna departed for the feast. She supposes she could have gone along, but at what risk? For items that she'd likely have no use for? Instead, she's remained by the unnerving half-andalites set in a decaying circle. Here she at least has some grass to feed upon. And so far, safety.

She has a stalk eye turned to gaze behind her as she grinds a front hoove in what little patches of grass she can find that aren't just as dead and decaying as the rest of the amusement park.

doesnotsew: (I'll never have to speak again)

[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-03-28 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
A voice from the sky had mentioned a feast. She's not one to trust disembodied voices unless she's truly desperate, but she had decided to seek it out nonetheless. Her few cans of food had lasted her long enough, primed by her previous diet of frozen horseflesh and stress, but more food would only mean an easier victory... and if she hadn't imagined it, if others could hear it as well, they'd be collecting in the area for her to pick off on her own.

It had been hard figuring out what 'Fantasyland' was supposed to be, when everything here was strange and warped, but the arena wasn't too large, and she would find it eventually. In the meantime, her surroundings became more mocking, a few things approaching familiar sights from home, but everything wrong. She eyes one of the molting horses with distaste before mimicking its face back at it, unnerved by the decaying eyes that stared at her judgmentally. They know what I've been eating, she thinks, and swaggers past, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes watching her back.

But she does a double-take upon seeing a real eye, immediately squatting down in a defensive pose, one hand palming the fishing hook that had appeared from the sky in front of her. Did it see?
doesnotsew: (you're gonna have to curse him)

[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-03-29 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
She sees another eye swivel towards her unnaturally, then the entire creature. It's something she had never heard of before, not in the ports in the east or her uncle's tall tales, alien and dangerous. There's a glint off its tail that draws her attention immediately, and she makes sure to keep it in her sight. There's no doubt in her mind that she needs to attack, as quickly as possible; in the battle pits in Meereen, the organizers would set beasts on the fighters for entertainment, and this is surely no different. (Never mind that there's no audience in sight to appreciate it; she'll figure that out on her own.)

A voice rings out inside her head and she bares her teeth trying to ignore it, reaching down to the ground to feel for a rock without taking her eyes off the monster.
doesnotsew: (if I feel god judging me)

[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-03-29 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
It's unnerving, hearing someone else's voice in her mind-- something else, if this thing was the one talking to her. Even if it was, she couldn't assume it was telling the truth, not here, where only one person could leave. That was a good way to get that tail in her back.

She can't give it more time to prepare. Her hand closes around something small and heavy and she dashes in to lob it with as clear a shot as she can make it, tensing to get ready to try and avoid the tail.
doesnotsew: (you're gonna have to curse him)

[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-03-30 11:58 am (UTC)(link)
She's not foolish enough to stop, not when there's a sharp blade shooting forward at her and so little time to spare. Stannis's man had captured her with an axblow to the head, and she was not going to forget that lesson anytime soon. She drops down, thrusting her capeful of cans up to protect her head, hoping she filled them heavy enough to reduce the impact when it lands. Even then, she's pushing it off to the side-- better a glancing blow than a direct hit, and if she can knock the thing off balance, more the better for her.
doesnotsew: (well you're gonna have to yell)

[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-04-05 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
She curses too, darkly to herself, as she can feel the power behind the weapon with the sound it makes against the cans and the force in her arms. But the tail snapping in front of her gives her question-- the creature had no reason to hold itself back, so why hesitate? Whether it missed or out of some misplaced ploy to catch her merciful, she had to act-- so she lunges from the ground, swinging her bag with hopefully enough momentum to keep the cans inside long enough to land a blow-- if not, she'll at least be upon the thing, ready to knock it down or attack with her hands if she had to.
doesnotsew: (if I feel god judging me)

[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-04-09 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Great luck! Her hands whip to her waist and snag the fish hook, slinging the bag of cans around to her back as a hasty defense against any attacks that may come from the tail in the same motion. She didn't have time to waste, so she slashes out with the hook, aiming for the throat. It won't be clean, but it'll be fast.
doesnotsew: (you're gonna have to curse him)

[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-04-09 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The blood is unnatural and only confirms her suspicions that this creature is-- was-- something to be wary of, the color reminding her uncomfortable of the Crow's Eye. She doesn't have time to dwell on her uncle, though, not when its tail is still flailing around. Her face scrunches up as it hits and she lets out a battle yell in the heat of the moment, slashing again twice more for good measure before rolling off to the side to watch the thing die from a safer distance.
doesnotsew: (you kick the blow)

[personal profile] doesnotsew 2013-04-10 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
She's distracted by the boom of the canon, not sure if it's a coincidence or an association-- like whoever's in charge found out she killed their pet, maybe. She waits a moment to be sure it's dead, then mumbles a quiet "what is dead may never die." But let's hope that this one stays that way.

She feels out the wound from the tail, wincing slightly, before searching to see if the body had anything useful on it.