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thearena2013-08-07 10:09 am
doesnotsew) wrote in thearena2013-08-07 10:09 am
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Who| Asha and Venus, then Asha and Beck!
What| Fights and deaths
Where| Dessert arena, near the river
When| Week 7
Warnings/Notes| standard death warning!
She's stayed by the river for this entire arena, because brown and foaming as it may be, it was still the closest thing to water. This might've meant not running into as many people as she would have if she were actively attacking, but given the risk involved in death here-- that she might not come back, if she died, which was so much smaller than the certainty back home-- it was better to hedge her bets. If she should die here, at least she'll be near the water, and the churning sounds were more comfortable than the neverending singing, try as she might to drown it out with reaving songs of her own.
Food was an issue; though she discovered that the surroundings were believed edible, their sweetness and consistency made her stomach ache worse than nothing at all, and she was not looking forward to trying it again. What food she had won at the beginning were long gone, though as she still had her weapons and mail, she could still continue. There was still a chance of taking from others, though their supplies were likely as meager as hers were.
She stopped when she heard footsteps over the rushing water and mindless chirping, reaching for her dagger. Live or die, fighting was better than slowly going mad.
What| Fights and deaths
Where| Dessert arena, near the river
When| Week 7
Warnings/Notes| standard death warning!
She's stayed by the river for this entire arena, because brown and foaming as it may be, it was still the closest thing to water. This might've meant not running into as many people as she would have if she were actively attacking, but given the risk involved in death here-- that she might not come back, if she died, which was so much smaller than the certainty back home-- it was better to hedge her bets. If she should die here, at least she'll be near the water, and the churning sounds were more comfortable than the neverending singing, try as she might to drown it out with reaving songs of her own.
Food was an issue; though she discovered that the surroundings were believed edible, their sweetness and consistency made her stomach ache worse than nothing at all, and she was not looking forward to trying it again. What food she had won at the beginning were long gone, though as she still had her weapons and mail, she could still continue. There was still a chance of taking from others, though their supplies were likely as meager as hers were.
She stopped when she heard footsteps over the rushing water and mindless chirping, reaching for her dagger. Live or die, fighting was better than slowly going mad.