As Max stood on her pedestal, she took a look at the other competitors. She spent the time taking in everything, the environment (Urban, desolate, probably lots of resources if she kept her head, but obviously heat and water would be an issue, as would her inconvenient medical need...) and her fellow competitors (the ditzy blonde, the guy who looks like an extra from Young Guns II, the blonde in pink...was that a TURTLE? Did another Manticore experiment wind up here?
...3, 2, 1!
Max had every intention of making straight for the cornucopia. She wasn't stupid - she knew it'd be a bloodbath, but she felt confident that even without full access to her genetic enhancements, she was steal at maximum human potential. Even if some of her competitors weren't human at all, it would be worth the risk. She leaped off her pedestal and hit the ground running...
But when the cowboy dude just fell over and the petite brunette just curbstomped him, it was clearly time for a different tactic. Eyes darting to and fro, the nearest resources were just a couple of cans. Max dove and rolled, and when she came up to her feet again, she had one in each hand. Regretfully she looked at the bags, but what she had would have to do. She could always come back when the massacre was over.
She darted off for cover, some small distance away in an abandoned building - she wanted to spend a few moments watching the rest of the bloodbath, to get an idea of her opponents and who they were...how they killed. Whether they stayed and fought, and whether they ran. If any were left that would try to hold the cornucopia, maybe she could ally with them.
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...3, 2, 1!
Max had every intention of making straight for the cornucopia. She wasn't stupid - she knew it'd be a bloodbath, but she felt confident that even without full access to her genetic enhancements, she was steal at maximum human potential. Even if some of her competitors weren't human at all, it would be worth the risk. She leaped off her pedestal and hit the ground running...
But when the cowboy dude just fell over and the petite brunette just curbstomped him, it was clearly time for a different tactic. Eyes darting to and fro, the nearest resources were just a couple of cans. Max dove and rolled, and when she came up to her feet again, she had one in each hand. Regretfully she looked at the bags, but what she had would have to do. She could always come back when the massacre was over.
She darted off for cover, some small distance away in an abandoned building - she wanted to spend a few moments watching the rest of the bloodbath, to get an idea of her opponents and who they were...how they killed. Whether they stayed and fought, and whether they ran. If any were left that would try to hold the cornucopia, maybe she could ally with them.