By the time Ken comes within arms reach of the knife, it's already floating away. He looks up just in time to see it snatched up by another tribute who immediately starts fighting to get out of the water. Ken swears. He pauses a moment trying to get his bearings, looking for anything else that's nearby.
His gaze catches on a woman not terribly far away. She has a pack in hand but isn't moving. Shock, Ken thinks, and winces at the sight. She's a sitting duck, as good as gone. He watches as another tribute comes up behind her and thrusts a weapon in her back.
The white haired girl clearly knows what she's doing and it doesn't take long for her to spot her next target. Ken grins slightly and beckons her forward. The footing in the river is horrible but Ken hopes it'll cut down on the woman's graceful movements.
He takes a few deep breaths, biding his time, and dodges the first swing of the machete without any trouble. He ducks the next and blocks the third swing with his arm. Ken's other hand comes up to grab the woman's wrist and he yanks, trying to dislodge the machete. He gets a foot in the stomach for his trouble but manages to keep his hold.
That's enough of that, he decides and headbutts the girl right in the face. She staggers backwards, blood freely flowing from her nose, and drops the weapon in shock. Ken follows through with a punch to her jaw and one to her stomach. Once he's sure she's still dazed, he scoops up the machete.
Beggars can't be choosers. With a quick motion, he brings the blade to bear, slicing the woman's stomach. Blood wells up instantly but is barely visible under the tattered jacket. It's not the neatest work he's ever done and if she could somehow get medical attention, she might survive, but here, the woman's as good as gone.
Ken frowns a little and contemplates another strike before he turns away and steps past the other tribute. The other woman lays not far away. Sometime during the scuffle, the pack she held has disappeared but it doesn't matter. Machete in hand, Ken starts towards the shore.
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His gaze catches on a woman not terribly far away. She has a pack in hand but isn't moving. Shock, Ken thinks, and winces at the sight. She's a sitting duck, as good as gone. He watches as another tribute comes up behind her and thrusts a weapon in her back.
The white haired girl clearly knows what she's doing and it doesn't take long for her to spot her next target. Ken grins slightly and beckons her forward. The footing in the river is horrible but Ken hopes it'll cut down on the woman's graceful movements.
He takes a few deep breaths, biding his time, and dodges the first swing of the machete without any trouble. He ducks the next and blocks the third swing with his arm. Ken's other hand comes up to grab the woman's wrist and he yanks, trying to dislodge the machete. He gets a foot in the stomach for his trouble but manages to keep his hold.
That's enough of that, he decides and headbutts the girl right in the face. She staggers backwards, blood freely flowing from her nose, and drops the weapon in shock. Ken follows through with a punch to her jaw and one to her stomach. Once he's sure she's still dazed, he scoops up the machete.
Beggars can't be choosers. With a quick motion, he brings the blade to bear, slicing the woman's stomach. Blood wells up instantly but is barely visible under the tattered jacket. It's not the neatest work he's ever done and if she could somehow get medical attention, she might survive, but here, the woman's as good as gone.
Ken frowns a little and contemplates another strike before he turns away and steps past the other tribute. The other woman lays not far away. Sometime during the scuffle, the pack she held has disappeared but it doesn't matter. Machete in hand, Ken starts towards the shore.