Day Seven: Arnold
Arnold received a parachute as he left the clearing containing Maggie's body. Bread. Cheese. Coffee.
He hated coffee. But he knew that meant a fight was coming, and he ate and drank quickly, his stomach knotting and unknotting with nerves.
He heard Lorna's screams as he entered another clearing. Ornate's back was to him, and Arnold took the time to quickly assess the situation; Lorna in a trap, seemingly having used her last knife on Ornate. Ornate broke the hilt of the knife that was trapped somewhere in his midriff, smart enough not to let that be used against him. Arnold weighed the javelin in his hands.
"Come on, Ornate, how could you forget me? I'm much better looking," he stated, grinning. He knew it was comical – a black eye, a loose tooth, bruises on his arms, cuts on his arms, grazes on his face...And a new-found hickey on his neck, which he realised was from Maggie. Which was almost enough to make him break down then and there, but instead he threw the javelin at Ornate. For Maggie, even if it hadn't been Ornate who had killed her.
Ornate twisted out of the line of fire, instead receiving a deep gash in his side. Ornate drew the sword from his belt, and Arnold danced out of the way, out of options.
When Ornate swung again – wildly this time, the pain getting the better of his superior skill – Arnold had enough time to kick Ornate's wrist, resulting in a satisfying crunch as Ornate dropped his sword after injuring Arnold's leg severely. Arnold quickly picked up the sword, and Ornate eyed him warily, expecting Arnold's clumsy thrusts towards Ornate's torso. But he wasn't expecting the swift chop to his neck.
Ornate's head rolled on the yellowing grass. Arnold dropped the sword as Ornate's lifeless, decapitated body hit the ground, the blood still splurting from his neck.
