Arena
You take one of your grenades in hand and pull the pin, dropping the grenade on them from above. It hits the ground behind them hard enough to take a bounce. One of them looks over his shoulder casually and keeps walking. He takes a shocked double take just as the explosion goes off.
The two are sent flying through the air with the force. After they land they lay very still. One of them twitches a bit.
You are sure they're dead, but just to be safe, you take your time decending the hillside. It's a rather steep hill and your body keeps wanting to pick up momentum as you make your way down.
Eventually you land on the side of the path and find both of them as dead as you had imagined. Dead, and a bit cooked.
You take a bite out of the throat of one of them, taking a major artery in your teeth. The blood gushes forth like a warm and conforting fountain, and you revel in your victory.
Your revelry is short lived. A stone hits your shoulder with enough force to chip the bone beneath the muscle. You turn around but see nothing. Another stone comes in from behind a bit of brush on the hillside, this one smacks into your throat and stops your breath.
You fall to the ground, clutching at your throat and trying desperately to pull in some air.
A boot knocks you onto your side and you see a woman with a sharpened stick standing over you, the stick ready to come down and puncture your chest.
You take in a thin sliver of air just as the spear comes down, bursting through your chest and piercing your heart. In the throes of death, you snap the spear in half and knock her to the ground. Before you can do any more damage, however, the dark over takes you.
"173 contestants remain".
The two are sent flying through the air with the force. After they land they lay very still. One of them twitches a bit.
You are sure they're dead, but just to be safe, you take your time decending the hillside. It's a rather steep hill and your body keeps wanting to pick up momentum as you make your way down.
Eventually you land on the side of the path and find both of them as dead as you had imagined. Dead, and a bit cooked.
You take a bite out of the throat of one of them, taking a major artery in your teeth. The blood gushes forth like a warm and conforting fountain, and you revel in your victory.
Your revelry is short lived. A stone hits your shoulder with enough force to chip the bone beneath the muscle. You turn around but see nothing. Another stone comes in from behind a bit of brush on the hillside, this one smacks into your throat and stops your breath.
You fall to the ground, clutching at your throat and trying desperately to pull in some air.
A boot knocks you onto your side and you see a woman with a sharpened stick standing over you, the stick ready to come down and puncture your chest.
You take in a thin sliver of air just as the spear comes down, bursting through your chest and piercing your heart. In the throes of death, you snap the spear in half and knock her to the ground. Before you can do any more damage, however, the dark over takes you.
"173 contestants remain".
