Arena
With a shove from your foot, you slide her from the blade to the ground, a line of blood clinging to the steel.
Putting the blade away, you search her lifeless form, removing the fiber optic body suit so that you can see what you are doing. Aside from the suit, you are disappointed to note that she has nothing of value on her. Her eyes flutter open and roll back in her head as her final breath is released.
"145 contestants remain," sounds the voice from above.
There's something on her eyesÂ… Something green. The night eyes, you realize.
Certainly a fiber optic suit and a set of night eyes will come in handy for you. Of course, the suit has a few holes in it, and it looks like it will be a bit of a tight fit for your muscular frame.
Putting the blade away, you search her lifeless form, removing the fiber optic body suit so that you can see what you are doing. Aside from the suit, you are disappointed to note that she has nothing of value on her. Her eyes flutter open and roll back in her head as her final breath is released.
"145 contestants remain," sounds the voice from above.
There's something on her eyesÂ… Something green. The night eyes, you realize.
Certainly a fiber optic suit and a set of night eyes will come in handy for you. Of course, the suit has a few holes in it, and it looks like it will be a bit of a tight fit for your muscular frame.