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thearena2013-07-21 09:28 am
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Who | Lady Oscar & Initiate
What| Death comes to us all.
Where | Desert arena.
When | Week 4
Warnings/Notes | Well, Lady Oscar's going to die at Initiate's hand so, y'know. Death, blood, gore that fun stuff.
Survival skills were not something focused on in the training of a Royal Guard. She'd done her best to learn as much as she could before this Arena had started, but she'd naively focused mostly on forest and grassland survival, not desert. She'd managed to stay alive so far - though she was all too aware that that was luck as much as skill. But she had a weapon now at least, though she could wish for something she was actually trained with. Beggars couldn't be choosers, and it had been her choice to drop the crossbow in favor of survival gear.
A sudden noise made her freeze as she was setting up her camp for the night. Freeze, and then slowly reach her hand out for the morningstar that served as her main weapon. She'd found a slight hollow, sheltered by scrub brush, hoping to stay hidden for another... night, day? Who could tell anymore. For while she slept at least. But as she looked around, she realized the same scrub that provided cover would also hem her in if she had to flee. Breathing a curse she stood and set her back to the thickest area away from the faint noise she'd heard. Animal or fellow Tribute, she would be ready for a fight.
What| Death comes to us all.
Where | Desert arena.
When | Week 4
Warnings/Notes | Well, Lady Oscar's going to die at Initiate's hand so, y'know. Death, blood, gore that fun stuff.
Survival skills were not something focused on in the training of a Royal Guard. She'd done her best to learn as much as she could before this Arena had started, but she'd naively focused mostly on forest and grassland survival, not desert. She'd managed to stay alive so far - though she was all too aware that that was luck as much as skill. But she had a weapon now at least, though she could wish for something she was actually trained with. Beggars couldn't be choosers, and it had been her choice to drop the crossbow in favor of survival gear.
A sudden noise made her freeze as she was setting up her camp for the night. Freeze, and then slowly reach her hand out for the morningstar that served as her main weapon. She'd found a slight hollow, sheltered by scrub brush, hoping to stay hidden for another... night, day? Who could tell anymore. For while she slept at least. But as she looked around, she realized the same scrub that provided cover would also hem her in if she had to flee. Breathing a curse she stood and set her back to the thickest area away from the faint noise she'd heard. Animal or fellow Tribute, she would be ready for a fight.
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As for she? Well, Messiahs gave no gifts unearned.
She's wired. If he had his voodoo, he could end her easily through fear. As it stood, he had neither that, nor a weapon. But he wasn't giving up that morning star. Charging her would give her too much time, and a blow from a thing such as that, wouldn't be easy to take as he was then. But he couldn't very well sneak up on her like this. He'd have to try another route. Time to test the motherfucking water, he thinks, ruefully.
Keeping low as he can so as to stay out of sight at least, he pushes his palm down on a twig, deliberately snapping it. Let her be coaxed out.