Cornucopia: The Sequel

[x5452]

WHO| Everyone going back to the Cornucopia
WHAT| Picking on the leftovers. Who lives? Who dies? Who looks exceptionally smashing in their Tribute unforms?
WHEN| Two days in
WHERE| The Cornucopia.
WARNING/NOTES| Violence! Possible salty language!


Max made slow headway toward the Cornucopia. Even while her genetic enhancements were being suppressed, she still had sharp eyes and could move with great stealth. Pausing, she half turns while keeping her eyes on the area to murmur to the others with her.

"Lottie, you and Tony think you can manage to collect some things? Don and I will keep an eye on you both."

She sees a spot that looks like it might be clear for a snatch and grab and gestures that she intends to move forward unless her team tries to stop her.

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[jadaryl]

Eliot jumped over his opponent's kick. "Yeah, well I can't let you kill me or the girls," he retorted. He swung his chair leg at the other's upper arm.

[polyturtle]

The hit hurt, the pain from his arm reverberating downward into his fingers. Still, Don managed a grin.

"Who said anything about killing anyone?"

He threw a punch at Eliot's chest with his other arm.

[jadaryl]

Eliot blocked the hit and hid a wince. Turtle-guy packed a punch. "Well, that is what we were sent here to do, right?" he countered with a sarcastic chuckle. "Why else would you attack us?"

He kicked, aiming for the other fighter's knee cap.

[polyturtle]

"Well, like I said..."

Don jumped up, dodging the kick and taking a flip backwards. When he lands, he gets into a fighting position.

"I can't let you do what you're doing."

[jadaryl]

Eliot gave his opponent a silent snarl. "Sure, you can't."

He charges the giant turtle, intending for his smaller size to catch the other below his center of gravity. "And I gotta do it if I want any of us to make it outa here."

It really was as simple as that. He needed those land mines. He could only fight off so many people at once.

[polyturtle]

Unfortunately, so did Don's team. And Don intended to give Tony the time he needed to get what he had to get. Sure, he could easily do the job if he had to. But he knew better than to switch and entrust Tony with handling this guy.

Especially considering this guy hit like a train, nearly knocking the breath out of him.

"Ngh!"

Even as he was being brought to the ground shell down, Don's mind was analyzing the guy on him. It was pretty clear this guy had training. Military? Maybe, if the precision hit to his torso was any indication. On the other hand...it was also giving him momentum to try and toss the guy of him with a roll and a kick.

[jadaryl]

Eliot rolled as he landed next to turtle-guy. He twisted around so he could wrap his legs around the fighter's neck. This guy was good. "Stay down or go away, damn it," he growled.

[polyturtle]

"Not...gonna happen!"

Those legs wrapped around him, but Don wasn't one to just stop fighting. Instead, he grabbed one of the snapped bo pieces maybe it did that for a reason... and went to thrust it as hard as he could into on of the invading legs.

[jadaryl]

Eliot grabbed the sharp piece of wood before it could do more than scratch him. He couldn't help remembering being in this position during another fight a couple years ago. But that one wasn't about life and death. And he'd had his team there for him afterward. Almost more than anything, he wanted to go home to them. He tightened his leave around the turtle-man's neck, hoping he'd pass out soon.

[polyturtle]

He wasn't going to panic. He was a ninja and shell it all, he was also a fighter. Even if he wasn't the most gung-ho one. He wasn't just going to let this guy cause him to black out, or thrash about wildly.

Putting his strength together, Don did the most logical thing that cam to mind; he grabbed the guy's legs and went to roll over. He'd let human anatomy and gravity do the rest.

[jadaryl]

Eliot coughed on the dust as he flipped face down on the ground. He kept up the grip with his legs as much as he could while he pulled his belt loose. Reaching down, he tried to wrap it around the turtle's neck.

[x5452]

[OOC: I'm waiting for you guys to get to a "Donatello takes mortal damage and just before Eliot does a coup de grace" moment, here. Didn't want you to think that I'm not paying attention! :)]

[jadaryl]

(OOC: Now might be a good time, since Eliot's doing his best to strangle him. Might be hard to get the belt off with a possibly busted arm...)

[x5452]

[OOC: Only problem is, being rescued from a strangling isn't a mortal wound. The idea I think was to rescue him but then be forced to leave him behind - sad panda. :(]

[jadaryl]

(OOC: Ah! Well, then I guess we're waiting for Don-mun's next tag.)

[polyturtle]

No way. Don quickly grabs the belt as soon as he sees it in front of him, intending to yank it away from Eliot's grasp. At least the legs' grip on him was loosened. He could get out.

[jadaryl]

Eliot twists the belt around his hand as he falls away from the turtle-man. He can't afford to lose that belt and not just because he knows its most likely next destination is his own throat.

[polyturtle]

Don doesn't wait. He quickly flips back up into a standing position, this time bringing out another makeshift blunt weapon. That belt wasn't going back around his now aching and most likely bruised neck. Not if he could help it.

[jadaryl]

Eliot rolls away from the giant turtle, losing his grip on his belt. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ariadne still digging up the explosives like he'd asked. He just has to buy her a little more time.

He rolls to his feet, eyeing his opponent closely. Turtle-guy had grabbed his abandoned table leg. He brought his fists up as he blitzed toward him, determined to keep him distracted from the girl as long as he could.

[polyturtle]

Ok, good.

At least he wouldn't have to deal with the belt anymore. Quickly Don also leaps forward, using the broken leg and his forearms to block any punches thrown at him. Once the barrage of punches were done, he pulls his own.

[jadaryl]

Eliot grunts involuntarily as the turtle drives the air out of his lungs with a punch to his solar plexus. He sinks to his knees as he gasps for breath. Barely aware of what he's doing, he reaches around for whatever weapon he can reach. His hand closes instinctively on a piece of glass.

[polyturtle]

Quickly Don makes his next move. He jumps in close for one more punch. Out of the corner of his eye, he's noticed Ariadne; however, he wanted to make sure this guy is out of the way for Tony. He'd deal with getting the woman away from the explosives (because there was no way he was letting her get any) once this guy was unconscious.

just about time for Max to jump in

[jadaryl]

Eliot doesn't need to be fully aware to react to this latest attack. With instincts finely honed by half a lifetime of fighting for freedom and survival, he brings the piece of broken glass up to meet turtle-guy's punch and drives it into his wrist. He forces himself to his feet and tackles his opponent to the ground, raising the piece of glass again, this time aiming for the giant turtle's throat.

Re: just about time for Max to jump in

[x5452]

Max didn't cry out, even when Don's wrist get slashed, and certainly not when he goes for Don's throat with the glass shard.

With a burst of speed, she darts forward and makes to grab the wrist of the hand upraised and holding the makeshift dagger, in the hope of being able to give it a twist brutal enough to force him to drop the weapon.

[jadaryl]

Eliot twists around to face this new threat and barely resists the urge to groan. The girl was young but clearly knew what she was doing. Not to mention, she was strong. He hasn't felt a grip this strong since North Korea. He let's his arm move with her twist as he aims a blow to her ribs.