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Who| Nikola, Harley, Donatello
What| Death!
Where| Arena 2
When| Wednesday
Warnings/Notes| Death and violence


Nikola is on the verge of dehydration and is hungry, and that...really bothers him.

He rarely eats anyway, but he hasn't even been able to manage to take down one of the local fauna for its blood. He's felt weak and slow from the moment he arrived in Panem, but it is worse now.

He'd found a cave fairly early on, and he's been hiding there through the heat of the day and now the cool of the night, but now his hunger is nearly overwhelming, and he risks leaving the safety of his hiding place to try and find something slow enough for him to catch.

He does his best to be quiet, but he's not exactly an outdoorsman.

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[revvinguptheharley]

A whisper in the darkness.

"Shhhh~"

And before he could turn around the sound of something thin whistling through the air. A crossbow bolt aimed for the base of his spine just above his rump.

"Be vewy vewy quiet. I'm hunting twibutes."

[polyturtle]

For his part, Donatello was also behind Harley, though he was as silent as stone in the shadows. Harley had called dibs on getting in the first strike against anyone who might be inside the cave, so she went in first for the kill. Not that he couldn't help, of course. So he was in the shadows, scythe in hand, in case this person decided to be in a struggling mood. It was quite possible Nikola wouldn't have even noticed him there, silent as he was.

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Most of the violence in Nikola's life had come after he'd discovered his heritage. As such, he was not used to running from projectiles or even dodging them. As such, he only turned slightly at the sound of the bolt flying toward him, more out of curiosity than anything. It was enough that the bolt didn't pierce his spine but not enough that it missed him entirely.

It was...remarkably like having Druitt's arm in his belly. He hadn't made a noise then, and he didn't make one now, simply dropped to his knees in shock and looked down at the protrusion coming out just over his hip.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley came looming out of the darkness with a manic grin that shone even in the dim light. Her eyes gleamed and she twirled her crossbow dexterously.

"It's nothing personal pal. Seriously I don't even know you." She laughed and aimed a kick for his chin.

"If I did this would probably be more interesting. So me and my buddy with the oversized pizza slicer are gonna have to make this more fun for the crowd at home!"

fffffff

[polyturtle]

At this, Donatello stepped forward, scythe in hand. He doesn't use it, though. Not yet. He simply goes to grab Nikola, to stand him up. Let Harley have her fun with him. For the crowds back in the Capitol.

That was what it was all about after all. There was little joy in his expression, even if the gleam in his eyes wasn't exactly normal either.

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Nikola could not let that go without comment, really. It was one thing to be slaughtered for the amusement of people who couldn't even see that he was on their side (and really, that bracelet was so not his style), it was quite another for...well.

"Oh, I wish Johnny could be here to see an over grown reptile succeed where he failed."

Not that they didn't have things quite a lot like giant turtles where he's from, but they didn't generally carry scythes or try to kill unsuspecting scientists.

He wanted to struggle, but his limbs didn't seem to quite be working correctly, and every move he made simply exacerbated the not negligible pain in his side.

"How does it feel to one-up Jack the Ripper?"

[revvinguptheharley]

"Wouldn't be the first time." Harley sang skipping a circle around them before spin kicking him in the face.

"Are you saying you're him? Or you knew him?" She asked thoughtfully before aiming carefully with her crossbow once more and shooting for his shoulder.

[polyturtle]

Quite another for a giant turtle to be helping out? Probably. But Don was still silent. Almost eerily so. He hadn't - wasn't - saying a single word as he kept Nikola straight up. It probably wasn't coincidence that once that arrow hit the shoulder, the grip on Nikola tightened. As if to make the pain worse, to make it cause his death just a little quicker.

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Nikola grimaced briefly but gave no other indication of being in pain other than the slightly breathless quality of his voice. "Old school chum. Hell of a temper."

He was starting to drift, vision fading in and out. He was bleeding out surprisingly fast, which he supposed must be a blessing.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Wow, I musta hit something good to see that much blood." Harley remarked sounding mildly disappointed.

She tucked the crossbow in her oversized head and dug around till she produced her twin machetes.

"Well I guess the least you could do is give us a hand since we're putting on such a great show for you." She cackled and swung for his wrist swiftly.

[polyturtle]

The hit to the shoulder splashed some blood onto Don, which Don paid little attention to. Indeed, he'd already quietly taken out one of the pocket knives, and with a swift movement, the pocket knife was open and swiftly on its way into Nikola's other shoulder, in his underarm.

His hit would likely hit the radial nerve, Don reasoned. If their victim was lucky, the brachial artery would also be severed. Don did still like to be reasonably efficient, at least.

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Too late, Nikola remembered that he did actually have a knife as a means of defending himself. He was so very used to not needing one, to having claws that could be brought out at a moments notice to slice through anyone and anything in his path. He was trying to reach for said knife when Don's blade caught his arm and his hand stopped working the way he wanted it to.

Considering his other hand was now out of the picture, the best he could do was to shift toward the blade so that it did indeed puncture the artery and he could bleed out fairly quickly.

"Hilarious," he mumbled, still striving to enunciate even as his body began to feel impossibly heavy. "You should consider stand-up, really."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Everybody's a critic." Harley rolled her eyes. "But you've got a point. If I wasn't so dedicated to my life of crime back home or my job here entertaining the nice people I might take a STAB at it!"

And so she did stab once, twice three times at random places in Nikola's midsection...no wait. Not random places. She had drawn a smile in his chest and belly. How...cute?

[polyturtle]

She really did know how to take a swipe at her detractors.

At the severing of the artery, more blood began to come down on Don, to the point where he could feel it start to seep into his shoes and onto his toes. Rather an uncomfortable thing, but it didn't show on Don's face as he quietly continued to watch Harley, and consider his own further options with helping the man along some more.

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"An artist too," Nikola gritted out, barely able to make himself understood at this point. "Parents must be...so proud."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Ugh! Don't get me started!" Harley warned and she knelt down to grab one of his ears and try to slice it off cleanly with the machete. It was too big however and she ended up also burying the blade in his shoulder.

"She never listens to me." Harley whined. "Ma is ALWAYS doting on my good-for-nothing brother. I wouldn't even mind if it was just his kids she was spoiling but that DEADBEAT hasn't earned a honest dollar in his life."

Apparently stirred on by her family issues Harley backhanded Nikola with the handle of her machete tossing his ear over her shoulder casually.

"It's not like I'm asking for her to tell all her friends how proud she is of me!" She continued complaining as she pinched Nikola's noise harder and harder twisting it till she heard a crunch. "I mean look at me. But I WAS a respected doctor once. And what's he ever done? Mastered all the songs on guitar hero? Yeah THATS a marketable skill. The least he could do is take up money laundering or knock over a liquor store to buy his kids school clothes. It's Gotham CITY for pete's sake! More people commit crimes there then don't. But he's too lazy for even that!"

Well off on her rant now Harley took a moment to pat Nikola's cheek. "Hey? Hey are ya still there? No sense in airing my dirty laundry if you're not even around to sniff it."