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.

Comments

[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.

[x5452]

[OOC: Does she get him to drop the knife?]

[jadaryl]

(OOC: Yeah.)

[x5452]

Max is pleased when knife clatters to the ground, and takes the brunt of the punch before staggering back a few steps. She straightens, shifting her body into a fighters stance. Her fists come up into a defensive position and she advances, lashing out a kick at Eliot. "Dom, get away!"

[jadaryl]

Eliot jumps over her kick and brings his own fists up. He focuses on his new opponent, sparing just enough attention to make sure the turtle-man wouldn't turn around and attack him again. He lashes out with a barrage of punches as his breathing scene out.

[x5452]

Even without her genetic enhancements, Max is an excellent fighter. The punches are met with blocks that in turn become attempts to counter-strike.

She doesn't seem to be trying to gain an edge so much as by Don time to get away. At one of the pause moments in between the exchange of blows, she asks Eliot casually, "Special Forces?"

It's evident that she doesn't want to kill him, but if he tries to kill her, she's going to try and kill him right back.

[jadaryl]

Eliot grins at her question. "Used to be," he admits. "A lifetime ago."

He gives her a shove that he hopes will give him enough distance to get away from her. "You, too, I see."

[x5452]

"From conception." she says casually, taking the space and time to catch a breath that she hasn't really lost yet. "Genetically bred super soldier." Let his imagination stew on that.

"Look." she says, her fists upraised as she begins a slow circle around him like a panther eyeballing another predator. "Rather than the two of us pummel each other to death, your buddies can get what they can grab, mine do the same, and the audience will just have to wait who manages to blow who up later in the game. Because I really don't want to have to kill you today, and I'm just too pretty to die just yet."

[polyturtle]

Don let out a grunt as he felt the glass drive in, only to be slammed into the ground. He tries to get up, but unfortunately, the slam was hard enough to knock him out for a second. A second he could have used to get out. But no dice.

Then he sees Max coming. Once Eliot is off of him, he stands up, holding his wrist.

"Ngh!..."

Shell. His radial artery was nicked. That was bad. He could feel the blood start to come out. He was going to slowly bleed out if he didn't do something soon.

If he didn't bleed to death right away, that is. He held his wrist tight, making sure the two didn't see it - or him - again as he began to back away to escape.

[jadaryl]

Eliot thinks about her suggestion for a moment. He doesn't really trust her any farther than he can throw her. She's given him very little reason to. But then, she is more than capable of holding her own, even against him. And he's in no rush to start killing again. Finally, he nods and drops his fists.

He walks back to Ariadne. His body picks that moment to let him know how displeased it is with all he just put it through. His right wrist aches where the girl twisted it. If his ribs aren't bruised, at the very least, he's Lucille 3.