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Ronove knows death. He's danced with death, done business with death, sent countless souls screaming on his blade to death, looked in death's eye and spat in death's face. He knows death, and he's not an idiot. He knows what he's looking at.

To his shame, the first emotion that breaks the numbness is relief. Relief, because this means it won't be him who has to do it, who has to look the kid in the eye and drive a blade through his gut. He won't have to make that choice after all. He's free.

The second emotion, driving out the relief, is disgust. What right does he have to be relieved? Why should he be alive and whole while Peter bleeds out in the dirt in front of him, his future and potential spilling across the ground like so much lifeblood?

How much can a life be worth?

“Yeah,” he chokes out at last, feeling about a hundred years older as he pulls the little form into his chest with heavy arms. His wings curl in around them as he looks at the ground, the sky, the trees - everywhere but the battered body in his arms. “Yeah, kid, I’m sorry. It’s not looking too good.”

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@ellapinky

[center][b]Peter | District 3 | Spiral | Earth[/b][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/53616875][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/536169/53616875_350.png[/img][/url][/center] @ridill ----- He feels himself being picked up, being soothed, and it works. As best as he can with his limited sense of direction, he snuggles inwards towards what he thinks is the Wildclaw’s chest, reminiscent of the better times not so long before. He knows he’s going to die. He wonders why he isn’t more worried about it. Aunt May, Mr. Stark, everyone at home... they’re going to see this, see the moment he stops fighting. Somehow, he’s okay with that, knowing that someone is here with him. He flicks his tail and flutters his torn wings, grabbing at the little spider ring still hooked at the base of the point. He feels it in his hand and snuggles a little tighter, a little bit more content. He can hear some words being said, but they’re so distant.

@3idolon No need to apologize! Please, rest as much as you need. This is a really fun event and I'm excited to be participating, but taking care of yourself is more important.

Also fear there's going to be more than one arena event

real sad hours rn y’all

@ridill @Ellapinky (briefly mentioned) [center][b][Null] | District 5 | Ridgeback F | Lightning[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=64021781][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/640218/64021781.png[/img][/url][/center] An earsplitting growl and the sudden clack of a button broke [Null]'s concentration. Her bow was loaded and ready to acknowledge the slightest rustle, but as the intercom rang out the Ridgeback squawked unceremoniously and fired the arrow off into the trees. A blunt [i]thunk[/i] told her it had landed smack in the middle of a nearby trunk. [Null] slunk through the Wasteland jungle to retrieve one of her only weapons. It was still hard for a six-thousand-something-kilogram Ridgeback to be stealthy, if it weren't for the darkening sky allowing her to blend in with her midnight scales. "Rest assured, a proper Arena event is still scheduled to occur" was the only sound she caught from the somewhat-accidental broadcast. Dread washed over [Null]- yet another way she could possibly meet her end, when everyone was trying to survive. A large dip in the ground surprised [Null]. She looked ahead to find a large, barren valley not uncommon in the Plaguelands, the trees-with-arms surrounding it in all directions. A good place to make camp, she figured, but it was horrifically easy for any dragon to spot it from the sky. By now, six cannon shots had already sounded after the events of the... event. And [Null] may have just found the source of the unsounded seventh shot. In her view was a dark Wildclaw- not Hemophobia, [Null] realized, and she'd overheard that Arwin from 7 had been slain earlier that day- so it must be Ronove, who was clearly weakened (or was he?). Cautiously, she moved a little closer towards the other tribute. [Null] had no idea if he meant to harm her, if she should do it first, or if there was helping to do here. She didn't seem to notice Peter just yet. "Ronove." [Null] greeted him. [i]From the buffet table. Seems like that was a long time ago. What a wonderful two days it's been.[/i] "I don't mean no harm, and neither should you. What are you doing out here?"

------ [center][b]Arod | [s]District 9[/s] | Fae | Nature | [s]Dead[/s][/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37805833][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/378059/37805833.png[/img][/url][/center] ------ Arod surprised himself as he hissed at the sky and the voices behind it. But his anger died as soon as it sprang up, replaced by dull throbbing pain and aching lungs and now joined by the worst smell on the continent. Wrymwound. It had been horrifyingly awful, something he'd never wish on his worst enemies, even the mirror that did this to him, the trek to his current 'nest' at the edge of the arena. It had taken him the entire night to crawl and flap and claw his way here and it had left him utterly [i]exhausted[/i]. He looked and felt very much like a rotting carcass that someone had thrown out to be dragged by wild animals. And speaking of wildlife- The plants had warned him of the squirrels' approach, half out of pity half out of mockery, which could be one and the same really, and he had ample warning to cover himself in something. Not that it really mattered to him. The squirrels seemed to have flooded in from the side of the arena he was traveling away from, and between him, a corpse, and the other fresher tributes he probably wasn't a major target. They probably weren't too fond of his current location either. Not close enough to trigger any alarms, but just enough that he could see the cauldron of disease brew and bubble from his tree. The smell burnt his nose and coated his tongue and he was convinced he was about to pass out. [i]Good. At least then I can rest without this gods awful leg.[/i]

Round 1 Participants:
@MotherOfBeardies @Ellapinky @ridill @CinamonPizza @pancakeswithabs @Havic @Evbay @Lednik @Kristan @Jaypaw @opalrender @sockmonkeygerald @Sincerity11 @DisastrousAbsol @GuardParade @SixCrows @Dakkokki @Bezonox @Tynethyne @Snek @GrandSerpentine @Somnorium @TheDeathseer @skylna

Round 1 Spectators:
@Alurayune @ArcticEira @LynxSideris @Eialyne


Apologies again for the delay in getting out results! And more apologies for some of these.... I ... was not sure how to make them work....


Hemophobia, Remus, and Ronove sing together.

The tendrils reach Patina's brain and they lose themselves to the invading organism. The remaining hope and joy of life is extinguished within them, and they convince Rayne that life is not worth living in the arena, and they should bring this message to others. Patina and Rayne hunt down Gutwrencher and [Null], and Rayne holds the other dragons while Patina infects them with the fungus from the fireflowers. Once the other dragons have succumbed, the four form a suicide pact and kill themselves.

OneTwoThree and Asaess form a temporary alliance, watching over each other's sleep and fighting off the dangers of the Arena.

.....more singing.....?

Well alright then.