Cornucopia: The Sequel

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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

[needsaprince]

Lottie's answer was on her lips when he lunged and she let out a cry of her own.

Not sure what to do, she twisted, swinging her bag of can at him. It was heavy, and she prayed it would help.

[theworsekind]

Dumb bitches just have to scream! Tate growled as he suddenly made his moves quicken. Momoko's use of the board as a shield worked well when he was able to pull back and slash at her right hand in an effort to make her drop it.

He felt Lottie's bag smack him, but felt no pain as a result so he reacted and threw an arm her way in hopes to knock her down and out of the way.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko winced at the impact of the strike on the board and that combined with her efforts to dodge the next slash loosened her grip enough that it fell from her hands and clattered to the ground. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe.

This wasn't like staring down a couple dozen gullible, superstitious bikers, this was far too fast and terrifying and all she could do was throw her arms up in an even flimsier shield than the board and try to move out of range. Unfortunately this meant trying to move backwards through uneven terrain and it was only a step or two before her foot caught in a pothole and she stumbled, sprawling on the ground.

[needsaprince]

Lottie shrieked as she fell backward from his shove, thrown off balance. But she had to help Momoko anyway she could, and so she kicked out, trying to catch Tate, even a little.

She couldn't let him get her friend.

[theworsekind]

Tate followed Momoko to the ground, he wanted her dead more than Lottie right now. Acting tough and thinking she stood a chance- or at least that was how he was beginning to perceive her. However when he went down he felt Lottie's grip on his arm. It seemed like a confused grip, as if she really didn't have any idea what she was doing so he did his best to wiggle free.

He was suddenly surprised by the tightness of her grip, which took more effort than he had expected to get free from. As a result a hard yoink of his arm inward was needed, but it caused him to drop his shank. None the less he was already on the ground now and closer to Momoko. So with another swing towards Lottie to get her out of the way, he would turn back to Momoko and go straight for her throat with open hands.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko kicked out wildly, too overwhelmed to be able to think clearly and thus too slow in bringing her hands up as a shield once more, as Tate's hands wrapped around her throat and all she could do was grab his wrists and attempt to wrest his hands away--an unlikely event even when she was at her best.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot ran around the corner and saw Momoko. He sprang into motion as he took in Tate standing over her. "Get away from her!" he screamed as he threw himself at her blond attacker. He wrapped his injured arm around the boy, aiming to pull him away from the girl. "Ariadne, get her out of here!"

[theworsekind]

FUCK! Tate looked around frantically when he felt himself being thrown off Momoko, almost taking her with him as his hands were gripped so tightly around her neck. He looked around for backup, but instead saw her allies instead of his.

His eyes searched for his shank, but things were moving too quickly to find it in the dirt that had been shuffled around. All he had time to do was give Momoko one last hard glare before getting to his feet in an attempt to run.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot briefly considered chasing after him before remembering Momoko's possible injuries. He turned back to her, walking over to kneel beside her. He pushed her hair away from her neck so he could get a good view of the damaged. He sucked in a breath at the finger-shaped bruises he saw forming there.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

[needsaprince]

Lottie was trying to get herself to her feet, keeping her eyes on Tate. She wasn't going to lose sight of him. Not for anything.

"You get out of here! Leave us alone!"

[theworsekind]

Tate hated that she probably thought she was winning this - that she had somehow scared him off, when really he had only just been outnumbered. And out matched. The two girls were nothing, but he couldn't deal with Eliot on top of it.

He gave her a hard threatening glare before he turn and ran.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko sucked in several greedy breaths. It hurt but at the moment breathing was wonderful enough that she didn't care. Her throat quickly rebelled however and she was forced to slow down, tentatively bringing a hand to her neck to feel the for herself, staring glassily beyond Eliot. If she was hurt anywhere else the throbbing in her throat drowned out anything else, so when she felt up to it she met Eliot's eyes and shook her head, the thought of more pain scaring her off any attempt to speak just then.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot sighed quietly. Good. This was no time and place to have to bandage any major wounds. He put an arm around Momoko's shoulder, helping her to her feet, before looking over to Ariadne.

"Can you carry both bags? We need to get out of here before someone else decides this is a good time to pick a fight."

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko's hand reached out before she even realized it, snatching up the bag they'd gone to all of this trouble for and holding it to her chest with one arm. Perhaps she wasn't thinking all that clearly at the moment, but she definitely wasn't taking the risk of having gone through all of that for nothing and allowing someone else, even someone she trusted, however useless that word was in practice, to hold onto their hard-won supplies was simply not something she could allow.