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Who| Alex Rider, R, Eliot Spencer
What| Alex bumps into R and comes out the worse for it.
Where| Near Pirates of the Caribbean ride
When| Late week 2
Warnings/Notes| Not cake (aka death)

Alex had not had very good luck this Arena. In addition to coming out of the Cornucopia empty handed, he's right eye had been injured to the point he could no longer see out of it. A helpful sponsor had sent him a few items, including some medicine, so at least his face hadn't become infected, but the sudden impairment of his vision was costing him dearly. His depth perception was completely gone and that made getting around the overgrown and rundown park more difficult.

Hoping to scavenge some electrical wiring to use as rope from a few of the rides, Alex was poking around what had once been one of his favorite rides, Pirates of the Caribbean. He didn't go very deep into the ride, as he'd noticed some of the unfriendly creatures in a few of the other water features, and he wasn't keen to meet any in this ride.

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Eliot wasn't too worried about the kid passing out right now. He was too focused on the being that had tried to eat Alex alive. Really, cannibalism was bad enough but while the boy was still alive? He glared at the other Tribute. "Go on if ya wanna live," he growled.

"Can't...hungry," R moaned, looking right at the weapon as if it wasn't computing. It was good advice: beat it, shuffle off, don't come back or I'll blow your head off. Good, life saving advice.

It'd probably help if he had a life in the first place.

R's eye went from the kid he bit to his other friend giving him a death stare here, thinking he looked like he'd go down pretty good too. (Also that he'd put up a bigger fight, too, because the element of surprise was shot).

Hungry? That was not something Alex wanted to hear from a guy who'd just gnawed a piece of his leg off.

"Go find some-" one "-thing else to eat. Buffet is closed and you're outnumbered."

Eliot shoved at R. "Ya heard him," he growled. "Go." He was ready to snap the other's neck if he had to.

The shove shifted R's attention from Alex to Eliot. The zombie turned his back on Alex and made an almost half-hearted lunge at Eliot, groaning and taking a step and then two away from the wounded Tribute.

Despite the blood loss, Alex was still trying to think of a way out of this. One that didn't involve him getting eaten, Eliot getting eaten, or his district mate getting killed (at least not by them). And as he watched R move, he started to formulate a plan. It was clear to Alex that R's logic was simple and straightforward. And he could be distracted, as Eliot had just demonstrated.

There were various techniques to dealing with opponents stronger than you. Either you got more firepower or manpower, or you exploited a weakness that was your strength.

And Alex was pretty sure he'd just spotted R's weakness. Speed.

Shifting his weight onto his injured leg, Alex found it could still hold his weight. He jerked his head at the ride entrance, with the simple implication that maybe him and Eliot should do the leaving instead.

And then he started running.

Eliot nodded to the kid. He dodged the other Tribute's attack and turned to run. He followed the boy, noting the blood trail he left behind. It didn't look good.

R did his best to follow, but it was obvious that even at his fastest lurch he was falling behind. Eventually he faded to just a shape in the distance, doggedly swaying after them, then to a shadow.

Alex didn't pick any particular direction to run in, he just took off. As the deteriorated scenery of New Orleans Square changed into that of Adventureland, Alex kept up a moderately steady pace, telling himself that once they got enough of a head-start they could pause to bandage his wound so R wouldn't have a blood trail to follow. As the first Frontierland buildings began to appear, Alex's strength flagged and he stumbled.

Eliot caught the boy's shoulder as he stumbled. "This should be far enough for now," he said quietly, moving to ease Alex to sit on the ground. "Let me take a look at your leg."

"It's just a flesh wound," Alex quipped in reply as he tried to sit in such a way that didn't jar his leg unnecessarily. When he finally succeeded, mostly through Eliot's assistance, he was a little alarmed at how much blood there was on the leg of his trousers. Now that he thought about it, that probably hadn't been the best skit to quote from.

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late tag is late

feel free to mode R being kited away if you need to

kited? what is this slang, it sounds cute XD

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