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Who| Maximus, Donatello, and Sigma
What| Two of the above men will cease to be in Arena 6.
Where| Somewhere in Fantasyland
When| Before the end of Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Death, and likely graphic death at that

It had been a long, long week. And there was still no sign of Lottie. Thankfully, Don and Maximus nevertheless made a decent team, despite their injuries. Max had both arms, and Don had both ears and hearing intact. Between the two of them they managed to get by, even find some food. Their plan was to move camp to Frontierland, and hope Lottie was there. Of course Don also found a few markers, the technology of which intrigued him. They were there for a reason, obviously. Don just couldn't parse out specifically why.

It was when dawn broke that Don heard the heavy footsteps. The sounds were getting close to their camp, slow and staggering. Instantly Don was sitting up, carefully patting Maximus on the shoulder.

"Someone's coming."

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Maximus raised his head - his head still bandaged where his ear was missing - glancing up at Don silently before following his gaze to where he was looking.

He nodded, slowly standing and pulling the folding knife from his belt and flipping it open.

Sigma had split from his ally in search of food, leaving the wild kitten he'd saved in Kyle's care. He hoped the boy didn't decide to turn her into a meal, though it was becoming increasingly apparent that the park was picked clean of supplies. The Doctor was delirious with hunger and with the dull pain from his break, though his ankle had mostly healed. This was, perhaps, the reason he'd failed to notice Donatello before the turtle noticed him.

There was the sound of someone speaking. Dr. Klim stopped in his tracks, his cybernetic eye zoomed to the shadows ahead. Still far away and indistinct, the two figures were facing his direction and tense as if listening for someone - but he recognized, without a doubt, that peculiar green skin. Sigma gritted his teeth- How had he survived?!

They had already noticed him. If Sigma turned around, they would surely pursue - and would be lead straight to Kyle. And once more, Donatello would kill his son...

An instinctive fear of death seized him and Sigma took a breath to calm himself. There were no visions, no premonitions to warn him away as he'd seen throughout the week. It was his time. There was no way to go but forward. For Kyle..

Gripping his folding knife in one hand, Sigma approached the two with a blank and defeated expression. He appraised Donatello's bloody socket with a raised eyebrow - how had he managed to survive this long?

That was a question Don was asking himself, though ironically that burn ointment must have done something. Certainly it staved off infection, which would have killed him for sure. The care of Gaius and Eva (even if he didn't remember it) also helped, along with Don's own initial and later care of his injury.

Still, Don immediately recognized the man coming towards them when he came into view. Sigma. Of course. And he definitely spotted them.

"Shell," he hissed through his teeth. Just because he was injured did not mean he wasn't dangerous. "Maximus, he's here. You should get out of here."

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Maximus didn't move, instead sliding in closer to Don, next to his injured side, and slipped into a defensive position.

"I've no intention of leaving you to face him alone."

"I'd rather he not attack you too." Don shook his head. "Best case scenario, I stop him. I broke several of his ribs, possibly dislocated his clavicle as well. In any case, its constricting his breathing. I might be able to get an advantage before he can use his arms."

Might. He knows his own lack of arm is detrimental. But even from afar, Don can tell that the older man is in worse shape than he was, even if it wasn't obvious on the outside.

"Worst case scenario...someone needs to make sure later that this guy doesn't take out Lottie."

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Maximus did not look particularly convinced, but he could recognize a man's wish for vengeance. This fight would be more personal than most. And Lottie...

Lottie. It took a moment for the face to rise to the name but he knew it. A cheerful girl, though they'd only spoken about gods of love for a few minutes. He nodded, however. Allow Don his vengeance, and then - if necessary - find Lottie in his place. It didn't sit well with him but he could hardly deny a man - or turtle - their honour.

Slowly, he held out the knife, offering it to Don.

"Strength and Honour."

At this, Don nodded, grasping Maximus' wrist before taking the knife.

"Thank you. And good luck."

With that, he stood up and turned to face Sigma, weapon in hand. He had no intention of making Sigma suffer. This wasn't simply about vengeance. This was about fulfilling a promise.

And Donatello sure as shell didn't break a promise.

He quietly began to walk towards the older man, face dark.

As the other man walked away, Sigma's face took on a scowl. He hadn't the hearing to listen in on their conversation, but he took the other's absence as a sign that Donatello thought Sigma could be taken down easily.

He felt another flicker of fear as the creature approached, menacing even with a missing limb, but the Doctor continued forward. Every step Sigma took was more ground Don would never cross. Now almost within conversation distance, Sigma stopped and ran his thumb along the dull edge of his knife. "How lucky for you. You must be very well liked by the sponsors," he says both to show his surprise and as an insult. He knew Eva was his mentor, but found himself unable to blame her.

"Its not mine. He gave it to me."

Though he was well-liked by sponsors. But that was neither here nor there. Instantly that knife was out - and tossed to the side, away from them both.

"But if you find it that much of a problem, then fine. We'll finish this the way we started it." Don's eyes narrowed slightly. "Hand to hand."

Sigma watched him discard the knife with confusion. He was relieved to know he wouldn't meet death with a sudden and sharp blade to the heart, but at the same time he still held his own knife in a vicegrip. After his opponent had so graciously thrown his away, it would be underhanded to retain his weapon. But this demon had scored an 11, a full two points higher than him on the scale, and the dull ache in his side reminded Sigma that his ribs hadn't healed whatsoever. Why was it that men were so willing to risk their lives over principles of politeness?

With reluctance, Sigma folds his knife and discreetly tucks it into his waistband hidden by the costume's cape - put away so that he won't have easy access to it, but close enough that he could draw it if things grew hairy. Having made the first move last time, Sigma waits. He stares at his opponent watchfully, unblinking, his eyes filled with hate.

It was obvious his opponent wasn't going to make the first move this time. It was going to have to be him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

I have to stop him. Best case, I stop him. Worst case...

He wasn't an idiot. He knew the knife would be just as much of an advantage to Sigma as it could be for him. Shell, he only had one arm, so all Sigma had to do was use both hands to dislodge the knife...

So Don would take his chances.

He opened his eyes, and charged.

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