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Post by Tristan Danio on Aug 21, 2014 12:45:18 GMT -6
Crawling from the smoke-filled remnant of the dam, Tristan felt the familiar feeling of water under his palms. The grassy valley was filling up with water as the dam continued to split into larger cracks! He rolled over and felt a slight burning along his side.
He glanced down between breaths and noticed the deep tear stretching across his side; Jorn's ax had cut much deeper than he'd thought. Tristan's blood mingled with the water flowing down the valley as everything went dark...
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Post by Tristan Danio on Aug 21, 2014 13:26:53 GMT -6
Tristan awoke from his blackout, he had been dreaming of floating in the streams back home. Somebody nearby was yelling.
"You can do it Anton! I believe in you."
"My name's not Anton..." mumbled Tristan, rolling over to fall back asleep.
The faceful of cool water jarred the District Four tribute awake as he heard the reply:
"Shut up!"
The memory rushed into Tristan's mind as quickly as water from the dam had flooded the valley! He had been floating on his back, drifting away from the chaos near the dam. Remembering the wound from his side, he grimaced.
Years at sea had shown him which hurts left someone walking away and which ones were worse...
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Post by Tristan Danio on Aug 21, 2014 13:46:05 GMT -6
There was something weighing him down into the water, a strap along his chest. His crossbow!
With nothing left to lose, he sluggishly lifted the weapon from the water. There were some blurry people shouting and swimming all around him in the water, he struggled to decide which one to shoot at before realizing that it really made no difference to him.
Tristan swam himself upright with a familiar stroke, and fired at the nearest blurry person.
(Combat with CROSSBOW against Arnie, because RNG says so!)
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Post by Tristan Danio on Aug 21, 2014 13:49:34 GMT -6
The arrow sailed off, and Tristan was sure he heard a satisfying 'Thunk' of it finding its mark.
'Where was that luck when I was dodging that Ox-ax?' he thought, putting another arrow into the weapon.
The crossbow's locking mechanism readied with a deceptively soft click...
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Post by Tristan Danio on Aug 21, 2014 13:54:27 GMT -6
But where to shoot next? There were so many other blurry people moving around, struggling against the powerful currents.
'They are still in my world, minnows struggling against a net...' Thought Tristan, struggling hard to find a new target. The water felt warm as his vision threatened to dim again.
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Post by Tristan Danio on Aug 21, 2014 13:58:48 GMT -6
A startled moment seized Tristan as he discovered his legs weren't moving! The District Four tribute's blood swirled around him as he used his arms to regain stability in the water. Each breath became harder to take as he lined his next shot toward the closest tribute he could see.
He slipped an energy pill from his pocket and hoped it would be enough...
Use Energy Pill and Attack Ingrid with Crossbow
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Post by Tristan Danio on Aug 21, 2014 14:18:39 GMT -6
It was too much! His arms burned with the fatigue of swimming and the Hunger Games' trials and the arrow shot wide as his arms gave out.
Thoughts of reloading the crossbow fled Tristan as he moved to float on his back.
'Nothing wrong with a death from fire, poisons or violence.' Tristan smiled to himself, feeling the water warming all around him. 'But death by drowning? The crew would never let me hear the end of it!'
'End of it...' There were calm thoughts there, an end to this.
Tristan Danio held those calm thoughts as he bled to death; only afterwards sinking.
To the Depths Below.
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