Arena
As quietly as you can imagine, you pull a stick of dynamite from your pack and spark your kerosine lighter to life.
"It doesn't have to be like this, Coryn," you call down. "It doesn't have to end so soon."
"It does for you!" She calls up as the dynamite wick flares and catches. You stand up quickly and start running along the branch, dropping the stick of TNT in the general vicinity of where you heard her voice. You jump to a nearby branch and run along it to the base of another tree.
"Very clever," She says to you. As you start to shimmy down the trunk of the tree you glance in the direction of where you threw the dynamite, somehow hoping to see how long you have left before it blows. You see the stick lift up into the air and come flying towards you.
You drop the remaining fifteen feet to the ground, landing in a roll and take off running. The explosion sounds not far above you and you find yourself propelled though the air by the force of the dynamite. You land on the ground hard, your face leading you in a slide that ends at the base of a tree. As you start to stand a branch lands atop your head and you black out.
You don't know how much time has passed but you wake up to see some branches still falling, so it can't have been long. You scramble to your feet and feel the earth wobble under foot. You stumble back a few steps when an arm steadies you about the throat.
"Where do you think you're going, Doctor Metzger?" She whispers into your ear.
"It doesn't have to be like this, Coryn," you call down. "It doesn't have to end so soon."
"It does for you!" She calls up as the dynamite wick flares and catches. You stand up quickly and start running along the branch, dropping the stick of TNT in the general vicinity of where you heard her voice. You jump to a nearby branch and run along it to the base of another tree.
"Very clever," She says to you. As you start to shimmy down the trunk of the tree you glance in the direction of where you threw the dynamite, somehow hoping to see how long you have left before it blows. You see the stick lift up into the air and come flying towards you.
You drop the remaining fifteen feet to the ground, landing in a roll and take off running. The explosion sounds not far above you and you find yourself propelled though the air by the force of the dynamite. You land on the ground hard, your face leading you in a slide that ends at the base of a tree. As you start to stand a branch lands atop your head and you black out.
You don't know how much time has passed but you wake up to see some branches still falling, so it can't have been long. You scramble to your feet and feel the earth wobble under foot. You stumble back a few steps when an arm steadies you about the throat.
"Where do you think you're going, Doctor Metzger?" She whispers into your ear.