The Battle Royale S2 [Round 4: Burnination Studios]

Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.

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Before the Composer's speech had even finished, Sirius flew up to the roof of the saloon. He needed time to think, and even if he hadn't just killed someone the others were likely to respect, they were an unwelcome distraction.

What had been the delay?

Several minutes had passed between Steinwaffe's shattering and the transportation. Had their host decided to leave them to suffer in that horrible factory for just a little longer, for her own amusement?

Whatever the reason, Sirius was already tiring of the battle. His designated opponents were some of the most infuriating beings he had ever met. He wouldn't miss any of them if they died. At this point, there was only one thing keeping him from making that his primary objective.

It was what the Composer wanted him to do. And he hated her even more than the others. Maddening as they were, at least they had no ability to send him to a Dimension of Piefights or something equally absurd.

Sirius was almost certain he would fall if he ever returned home - he had killed in cold blood, and the fact that his victim was made of stone was unlikely to exonerate him. He suspected the only reason he hadn't already fallen was that this world was under the power of other gods, and his own had no means of exacting punishment here. It hardly mattered any more - he had no attachment to his original world. He'd grown to despise it, and frankly, would probably have welcomed this contest if not for the fact that it only suggested every other world was at least as frustratingly silly as his own.

He wondered if it was even worth acting this round. He could safely stay on the roof for quite some time. With Steinwaffe dead, he was reasonably sure nobody else could fly. The only ranged weapon in play was Geoff's crossbow, which would be difficult to aim accurately. He saw no stairs leading down, nor a door for Jeremy to use. The gas might not even be in effect all the way up here.

The only way he could see for any of them to harm him would be by destroying the saloon.

Which, upon further reflection, seemed unpleasantly likely. He'd have to keep an eye on them, at the least.

Sirius let out a sigh, and turned his attention to the streets below, watching the other five as they seemed to settle on where they planned to search.