Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 2: The Hoodoo
11-15-2009, 11:36 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Kiren17.
Cobra, like Gadget, paid no attention to Whit and Itzal. He felt a strong feeling of remorse for Grimm. Sure, they were enemies, but still, Grimm had helped him... He had protected him. But there was no room for remorse in such a battle. He straightened his shield on his back and tightened his belt, then stood next to Gadget, who was facing Whit and Itzal now, eyeing them suspiciously. Cobra was thinking ahead now, way ahead.
I could die here. I could honestly die. Or, just as bad, I may have to kill somebody else.
Sure, Cobra had killed before, he's been in wars, no doubt, but he's never been in something like this. All the contestants, they were just like him. Warriors, brought up in a hard life, come to do one thing; win, and only win. Losing was no longer an option for Cobra, he had to be more careful, or careless, rather, attack when he could, else he may die. He turned and looked at Gadget, who looked back and smiled solemnly at him. What if Cobra had to kill Gadget in the end? No, he wouldn't think of that now, all he needed to be thinking about was focusing all his energy to healing himself. Even though he treated himself with plenty of supplies, he was still injured, and that won't help in Battle Royale. Cobra walked out to a particularly soft spot of the hoodoo and stabbed his sword into the ground. He then knelt, and paid his respects to Grimm, the Eclipse who kept him safe, and allowed him to live to die another day. After a few short minutes, and after Cobra prayed to his own god, he got up, re-sheathed his weapon, and stood at the ready. Ready for another change of scenery, ready for anything.
Cobra, like Gadget, paid no attention to Whit and Itzal. He felt a strong feeling of remorse for Grimm. Sure, they were enemies, but still, Grimm had helped him... He had protected him. But there was no room for remorse in such a battle. He straightened his shield on his back and tightened his belt, then stood next to Gadget, who was facing Whit and Itzal now, eyeing them suspiciously. Cobra was thinking ahead now, way ahead.
I could die here. I could honestly die. Or, just as bad, I may have to kill somebody else.
Sure, Cobra had killed before, he's been in wars, no doubt, but he's never been in something like this. All the contestants, they were just like him. Warriors, brought up in a hard life, come to do one thing; win, and only win. Losing was no longer an option for Cobra, he had to be more careful, or careless, rather, attack when he could, else he may die. He turned and looked at Gadget, who looked back and smiled solemnly at him. What if Cobra had to kill Gadget in the end? No, he wouldn't think of that now, all he needed to be thinking about was focusing all his energy to healing himself. Even though he treated himself with plenty of supplies, he was still injured, and that won't help in Battle Royale. Cobra walked out to a particularly soft spot of the hoodoo and stabbed his sword into the ground. He then knelt, and paid his respects to Grimm, the Eclipse who kept him safe, and allowed him to live to die another day. After a few short minutes, and after Cobra prayed to his own god, he got up, re-sheathed his weapon, and stood at the ready. Ready for another change of scenery, ready for anything.