One more thing before we start the final face-off...

[president_evil]

WHO| Wesker, Barbara Gordon, Karis Needleteeth, and Clint Barton and Tony Stark
WHAT| It's the final countdown, ya'll.
WHERE| Tomorrowland
WHEN| End of Week 8ish
WARNINGS/NOTES| Wesker and not the bloody death Aunamee his fellow tributes were hoping for.



In the old restaurant that Wesker had claimed as his base of operations, on a table near the back - closest to where he slept - he was keeping count of his fellow tributes. Scratching hash-marks into the pale plastic for every death. It was a loose tally, allowing for the plus or minus of any newcomers who had debuted mid-arena or any deaths he might have missed, but even so, as the days stretched on and the tabletop was lost beneath a sea of pock marks, he knew.

Victory was close at hand.

The end was nigh.

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[president_evil]

The fan connects, but Wesker doesn't even slow. The blood runs from the wound, long ruby tear-tracks, but then the skin knits and the flow stops. The pain is a mere flash in the pan.

There and gone. Barely registering.

Clint came at him with the axe, but he was already spinning, twisting to catch the staff as it arched.

He stared over the handle at Clint and sneered - a slow, cold smile - before a fist came up and struck across with bone crushing force.

[from_a_distance]

The blow sends him reeling, and Clint can feel his nose breaking, recognizes the sensation as blood streams down his face. He's not giving up so easily, though. Dazed, he staggers to his feet, stumbling back toward Wesker, hoping Stark will be smart enough to get away while he has the chance, but betting that's not going to happen.