Mune Silk, 16

District Eight Male


Surprisingly enough, Pamela was holding her own against the District Four girl. Not to say that she was winning or anything but as far as Mune can tell, the career girl isn't having the upper hand the way he would have expected.

Zo jabs at the girl with her spear from afar, keeping a considerable distance between herself and the opponent, and yet Pamela isn't showing any signs of backing down, instead gracefully deflecting the attacks with her two daggers as if she'd been using them all her life. No wonder the careers went out of their way to integrate her into their ever-growing alliance.

The girl from Four manages to slice Pam's thigh, causing Pamela's health bar to decrease on the screen. It is through this method - this careful, methodical wounding of her opponent while maintaining that same safety distance - that Zo has been able to keep her lifeline in this battle. Although Mune feels terribly threatened by the skills that the girl is displaying, there's also a bit of admiration in his gaze.

Mune turns away to take a seat and rest his legs. The sound of metal dropping against the metallic floor causes him to flinch a little and immediately turn his attention back to the fight. How could he have missed that? With one swipe, Pam's been unarmed, her weapons sprawled across the ground. The two girls stay as still as ever but Zo doesn't waste any time and charges at her opponent. In a last-ditch attempt, Pamela slides across the ring, trying to reach her daggers but Zo spears the helpless girl through the neck, draining Pamela's health bar completely.

The holographic images of the two girls disappear as both of them wake up from their unconscious state, removing their head-pieces and taking in their surroundings with a hazy look in their eyes.

The rules of the combat trials were simple and pretty straight forward. Two tributes are paired up at random and will be assessed on how they hold their own in a battle. The goal of the trial isn't to win although as the instructor, Mrs. Nakamura explained to them it will likely boost your combat score up a bit.

Mune turns to the training stations and spots his alliance working together. He sees Morse and Johar sharing a laugh, pushing each other around in joyous banter while Voxel aims at one of the targets with her crossbow. The girl from Three manages to shoot a bullseye to which Hilda applauds, hugging her.

Mune cringes. He should probably train as well before it's his turn to enter the combat ring. But he won't be training with them. Sure, they're his alliance members but that doesn't mean he has to be attached to their hip all the time. Besides, if Hilda would rather train with them than with him, then she can go ahead and do so. Not that he cares or anything. Mune doesn't understand the point of this alliance. A semi-paralyzed girl, a kid who barely ever speaks up, and a boy who can't go five minutes without dropping something. Yes, now that's the team to beat, isn't it?

They might as well give up now. Had it been just him and Hilda they could have made a lot more progress by now. He could have been the one standing there with her while she has her arms wrapped around his neck, her soft and supple hair caressing his cheek.

Mune picks up a short sword and charges at one of the dummies, no, one of his opponents. He slices through the right shoulder, then through the kidney, then through the gut and, finally, he shoves the whole blade into his opponent and pulls it out, half-expecting blood to come oozing from the barren body. But alas it's just a dummy. He goes back and readies himself once more, tightening his grip around the hilt of the weapon.

'Mune Silk from District Eight, please make your way to the combat ring,' the intercom sounds. Mune sighs, putting the weapon away. On his way out he spots a girl staring at him with pale blue eyes. She's enchanting, to say the least. He wants to approach her and ask her about her name but before Mune gets the chance to Hilda and the rest of his alliance surround him with their bright smiles.

'You're going to do great, I just know it,' Hilda says.

'Yeah…' Mune answers, knowing very well that he most likely will not do as great as she expects him to.

Once he enters the chamber, he's instructed to take a seat on an armchair-like structure. The chair sinks slowly until Mune's placed completely on his back. Two of the assistants attach a headpiece to Mune's skull and then everything goes black.

When Mune opens his eyes again, he's standing in the middle of the combat ring which consists of a circular platform. He glances back. He'll never get used to seeing his unconscious body in the back while his virtually pixelized form is experiencing all the senses that his organic body would. To his right, he sees his health bar still full which probably won't stay that way for very long. And to his left stands the large glass frame, revealing the other tributes who are all watching him, judging him. Some tributes are missing but all of the careers are sitting there. They don't need to train for any battle. They've been preparing for this all their lives. They are quite literally trained killers and so they spend most of their time assessing the outliers, measuring their prey.

Mune's so distracted by everything going on around him that he barely notices his opponent and when he does, he's taken aback for a moment. He recognizes that blank, emotionless stare. He recognizes the icy blue in her eyes. He recognizes the pointy nose, the elfish ears. It's the girl from before but what is she doing here? He looks up at the screen.

Fayette Brownfield, District Ten Female

She's a tribute…

How come he's never even noticed her before this? He can't recall a single moment where he's encountered her during the pre-games.

He makes his way to the weaponry wall and so does she. His eyes drift from weapon to weapon before finally finding the one he's most used to. He climbs the ladder to the top and grabs his trusty shortsword. Fayette seems to be taking a little longer than he is so he goes back to his position and waits.

When the girl finally settles on a small knife, the battle begins. Mune can't really focus on anything right now. There are just too many thoughts flying through his head, gnawing on his attention span. He, finally, snaps back to reality when he notices Fayette slowly walking towards him, taking her sweet time. Should he run at her? Knock her to the ground? It all feels so wrong.

She's just a few feet away from him now. Mune lifts his sword quickly and attempts to bring it down on the girl's shoulder just the way he did in training but she evades it with incredible speed. Fayette disappears past him. When Mune turns around he sees her perched on the ground, her cat-eyes making contact with him, like a predator. And that's when he feels the stinging for the first time. He puts his hand on his side and feels the wound. His health bar is slowly running out. Shit.

Mune has to act quickly. He cuts at the girl repeatedly, first aiming for her torso but she just jumps to the side. Mune hits the ground instead. Next, he goes for her neck, trying to slash a vital artery but no matter how hard he tries to spill blood, he just cuts the air over and over again. He's never seen anyone react as fast as she does. Even the careers seem surprised with the District One Male raising his eyebrows at his fellow alliance members. He catches the girl from Two nodding.

Mune has very little energy left. He feels the life being drained out of him as he becomes slower and slower, his health bar getting shorter and shorter. Is that all the fight he has in him? Is that really all he can do? When he's finally down on his knees, Fayette walks up to him again, the same pale expression reflecting off her face. This time, however, she makes it quick and drags her knife across his throat.

His head bangs against the ground in silence.


Dimitris Apostolos, 18

District Two Male


Watching the battles take place, does remind Dimitris of his life before coming to the Capitol. He was - and still is - known as The Greek God. The unbeatable champion. Dimitris the undefeated. He has so many names he can't even keep track of all of them anymore. The only difference is that during wrestling you'd have the crowd go nuts over you and cheer you on. Here, you're hoping for the participants to do badly because those are the people you'll go up against. Not just in a mock battle like in wrestling but in an actual battle royale to the bloody end.

Morse the little kid from Seven barely has any fight in them, going up against Johar from District Nine. Dimitris remembers Raja saying something about the younger tributes forming an alliance together but the way the battle is going, Dimitris hopes they have some plan figured out to get themselves out of the bloodbath. It's not looking good for them the way things are now.

For some odd reason, Morse decided to go with a pickaxe while Johar stuck with a simple Gladius blade. Morse swings the pickaxe horizontally Johar's way who ducks and evades in the opposite direction. Morse, however, brings the pickaxe right back at him from the other side, puncturing the boy's stomach and defeating him. Dimitris respects Morse's quick thinking more than anything else. He catches Mrs. Nakamura taking quick notes before calling in the next pair.

When Diana and Pavlov step into the ring, Dimitris senses that something's about to go down. There's a fire that burns in both of them that resembles the same overwhelming energy in some of Dimitris' former opponents like The Spearman or The Lava Tarantula; two of his most formidable rivals in the wrestling industry.

Diana picks up a light hatchet that she swings around her body, testing its flexibility. Pavlov, on the other hand, wraps a belt of throwing knives around his waist and takes his stance. When the gong rings neither wastes any time. Pavlov slides two knives out of their sheaths and begins hurling them towards Diana who manages to sidestep away from them. Realizing that the girl is gaining on him, Pavlov backtracks a little putting more distance between himself and the fiery girl. He continues to throw the knives in her direction but Diana evades as she charges at him. It was surprising for Dimitris to watch the boy throw these knives with such accuracy. Dimitris isn't even sure if he'd have done a better job. The skill of some of the tributes this year is unlike any other. And yet the moment Pavlov realizes he's only got one knife left panic takes over. He muffles something under his breath and aims for Diana's head. Dimitris could have sworn that the weapon had already made contact with Diana's cheekbones but through some miracle, the girl deflects the blade with her axe. Even Pavlov has come to accept his defeat as he stands there, waiting for Diana to smash her hatchet into his skull. And then she does.

For some reason, Dimitris' nerves are getting to him. There's a tingling sensation spreading from his gut. He's never been nervous before entering the wrestling ring. He knew at least half the audience was rooting for him, holding up banners with his face on it. The moment he stepped into the ring, he could only hear whistling and applause and that was enough to fuel him for the match. Here, however, the atmosphere is dark and grim and he can see the hate reflecting off of everyone's eyes. They want him to lose.

The next pair steps into the combat chamber.

Urid Dondarron is built quite strongly and his height towers over most of the other tributes. In comparison to the boy from Eleven, Colin seems like a frail little mouse. Dimitris catches Colin's hands shaking a little as he reaches out for the Gladius; the same weapon that Johar had picked.

'People do like their shortswords…' Barracuda says quietly from beside him, his thumb resting on the base of his chin. Dimitris nods cluelessly.

When Urid settles on the Rapier, the battle commences. What really puzzles Dimitris is the look on Colin's face; a look of overwhelming fear that seems to have consumed Colin as he stands still on his starting position, petrified and unable to keep his weapon still. Raja looks back at Barracuda, the same confused expression plastered onto her face.

When Urid gets close enough to the boy, ready to plunge the blade of the Rapier into his stomach, Colin reacts and dives to the side, landing on the floor. Dimitris can tell that Colin is trying to hold back a scream as his chest heaves up and down rapidly. The match doesn't last much longer after Urid skewers Colin below him.

When Colin returns to the waiting room all the careers stare daggers at him. Dimitris feels the need to comfort him but thankfully Pamela is the first to take his hand and lead him out of the waiting room. Perhaps it's better that way. Dimitris already feels on the outs in this alliance. There's no need to distance himself even more.

Dimitris feels a gentle nudge on his side. 'I think you're up, Dimi,' Zo says, pointing at the monitor that's hanging from the ceiling:

Dimitris Apostolos, District Two Male Vs Phoenix Adler, District Seven Female

He takes a deep breath before getting up and making his way towards the ring. Phoenix follows closely behind him. Before the two of them part ways, Phoenix grabs ahold of his shoulder. 'I'm only taking part in this duel because I know that none of us will actually be injured in the process,' she says before walking to her respective station, not giving him the chance to answer.

Still confused by the girl's statement, Dimitris picks up the Warhammer from the rack. It's the same weapon he trained with a few days ago and he felt most comfortable with it. The weapon was very heavy, to say the least. He takes his position and waits as Phoenix walks up to the ring, a Quarterstaff held firmly in her right hand.

When the battle begins, Phoenix storms towards Dimitris, the tip of her staff pointed directly at him. Since his weapon is so heavy Dimitris' reflexes also aren't as good. He takes the hit and staggers back a little, catching Barracuda shaking his head on the side. The same tingling feeling starts to overwhelm him but he won't let himself end up like Colin. When Phoenix charges at him again, he shoves the hilt of his hammer against the girl's stomach, causing her to tumble. He lifts the hammer and brings it down on her but she rolls to the side, shooting the staff against his leg rapidly. Dimitris winces but doesn't let the girl escape his sight. He lifts the hammer again, aiming for her but barely misses. Phoenix slams her staff in his direction but he manages to block it with his hammer. The two of them stand in a deadlock. 'Kick me,' she whispers.

'What?' Dimitris asks, trying not to attract too much attention.

'Kick me to the floor and defeat me,' she says. Phoenix notices Dimitri's cluelessness and decides to specify. 'It's not my intention to kill you, Dimitris, even if it's just a simulation. My goal is simply to show that I'm not weak and I feel that I've accomplished that. So kick me…' she hisses a little. Following Phoenix's instructions, he slams his foot against her stomach, sending her flying to the ground. Before it becomes a little too obvious that the two of them have staged the scenario, he brings the hammer down on her head.

When the two of them wake up, she walks off as if nothing had happened, joining Urid in the corner of the waiting area. Dimitris, about to walk up to her, is interrupted by Zo who wraps her arms around him. 'You did so great! I was almost worried about you there.'

'Yeah, but I wasn't gonna let her beat me. I wouldn't be able to face you guys if she did.' he chuckles awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact with Phoenix who was so clearly set on her goals that Dimitris can't help but admire her a little.


Raja Ali, 18

District One Female


Her older sister, Raina, had always been the wild one, the adventurous one, the daring one. The sisters were only two years apart but couldn't be any more different. While Raja preferred to stay at home and read books and play board games with her friends, Raina wanted to go out and take part in mock battles and exhaust herself until she came home late at night, barely able to make it to the front porch.

Raja remembers it exactly; the way Raina talked about thee free climbing challenge all week long. To take part in this challenge -which involved the trainees at the Academy ascending the great climbing wall without any safety gear- had been a big dream of Raina's. Raja had even canceled all her plans to go and watch her sister try to make it to the top and beat out all the other hopefuls. Raja knew her sister would win. She was the chosen volunteer after all.

Nobody had expected the future champion to slip and break her torso on the ground and to be carried away by wailing ambulances.

'Ready?' Raja asks.

'Ready.' Raina gives her a thumbs up. Raja grabs ahold of the wheelchair and leads Raina out of the house. She had been looking forward to getting some alone time with her sister

The two girls stay silent at first, the leaves that are dragged across the floor by the wind, taking up most of the noise.

'I… I'm sorry,' Raina says briefly.

'What are you going on about ?' Raja asks, turning the wheelchair so that Raina has a good view of the park as Raja takes a seat next to her on the bench.

'I don't want you to die…' Raja catches a little stutter in her sister's voice. She puts her arm around Raina.

'I'm not going to die. I've studied, I've prepared.' she rubs Raina's shoulder. 'I know what I'm doing.'

'Look at me.' Raina cups Raja's cheeks with both her hands. Raja sees the red in her sister's eyes, the dried lips, the gentle glimmer. 'You were supposed to go to uni and make something of yourself.' Raina's head sinks. 'You aren't supposed to be following my stupid dream…'

'Sure, I could go and study…' Raja starts. She wasn't going to explain to her sister that their family could never afford for her to go to university. They barely have enough money left after trying to treat Raina to feed themselves. 'But I'd rather die than leave my family behind.'

'Please don't go…' Raina whimpers. '...please.'

Raja puts her hand over Raina's. 'I'll come back. I promise you that.'


Watching these combat trails has begun to worry Raja more than she'd like to admit. Have outlying tributes always been that good? Or are the tributes training harder now that they know they stand a chance with their abilities? Either option is concerning.

And it isn't necessarily that the tributes are winning over the careers but it's more the fact that none of the tributes go into the battle with a defeated spirit. Everyone is giving it their all and that's what has Raja convinced that determination and hope have a big role to play this year. She'll have to take that into consideration when facing any opponent in the arena.

However, the last two battles have been rather unimpressive. Sure, it might be due to the fact that in both scenarios an outlier was competing against a career but these tributes weren't on the same level as the previous ones she'd seen.

Some might say it was unfair to pit a little girl like Hilda against a cold assassin like Nastya but it doesn't come down to defeating your opponent. It's all about demonstrating your skill. In the arena, it won't be as simple as a virtual battle where the stakes are rather low. And yet Hilda seemed so confident when she walked up to Nastya, knowing very well that she was bound to lose. The battle was over as soon as it had begun after Nastya wrapped the chains of her kusarigama around Hilda's ankle and pulling her to the ground. The poor girl from Eight was dragged closer and closer until Nastya planted the blade of the weapon into her gut.

Raja has never liked Goud's hubris that seems to have consumed him over the past days. It's like he's trying to seem overly-confident, especially after having been outvoted in the career poll. Nobody in their right mind would pick a whip to go into a death battle with but that's exactly what the fool did when he went up against Severin who had chosen the sickle as her weapon. Goud was surprisingly skilled with the odd weapon, managing to slice a few wounds into the girl from afar. The whip cut like a knife but a lot faster. However, as Raja would have predicted it didn't take long for the whip to get all tangled up, giving Severin the chance to attack with her sickle. The girl carved a wound into Goud's thigh before he pushed her away and ripped the sickle out of her hands, killing her with it.

It was a stupid move on his part but she won't intervene. It's only a matter of time until Barracuda notices the same. And if he doesn't then she'll make him notice one way or another.

'Raja Ali from District Two, please make your way to the combat chamber.'

Finally.

When Raja lays eyes on her opponent she halts. Voxel wheels past Raja to her station, the assistants helping her get onto the seat. 'Is this supposed to be a joke?' Raja turns to the examiner, Mrs. Nakamura.

'Pardon?' she asks.

'The girl's clearly unable to fight, let alone walk,' Raja says firmly.

'Well, she won't be for long.' Mrs. Nakamura points at the virtual hologram of the girl from Three. 'Please take your position, Mrs. Ali.'

When Raja wakes up in the ring with Voxel facing her, she looks at the audience. Goud tilts his head a little while Barracuda furrows his eyebrows in confusion. They're all expecting her to kill this little girl. They're expecting her to…

Raja looks back at Voxel who doesn't seem to care about the situation. The girl just mumbles to herself while taking a few steps. One at a time. Very slowly. When she looks up, Raja sees the tears in her eyes; the tears of joy that overcome her. Raja shakes her head. She can't do it. She won't do it.

This girl, Voxel Phong, reminds her so much of her own sister. She sees Raina learning how to walk again. She sees her sister, who was always there to protect her, never losing hope even when things weren't looking good. Raja can't possibly kill a girl who's just experienced the gift of using her own two legs for the first time. She can't take that moment away from her. She won't.

'No, I won't do it,' Raja says.

'Mrs. Ali, I hope you are aware that if you're not willing to fight, I'll have to assign both of you the lowest possible score.' Mrs. Nakamura taps her pencil against the notebook.

'Then you can go ahead and do that.'

When Raja enters the waiting room, they all try to approach her, mixed emotions on their faces. She catches anger on Barracuda's, amusement on Goud's, worry on Nastya's, sympathy on Dimitris' and Zo's. But Raja just brushed past all of them. She's had enough of everything for one day.


Phoenix Adler, 16

District Seven Female


Watching Leven brawl it out with Aditya, a boy double her size, was terrifying for Phoenix. No matter how hard Leven tries to push Phoenix away, she won't back down. She knows that Leven's just scared and overwhelmed by everything. She sees it in the girl's aura; the blue and red strings, floating around her body. But Leven seems to be handling herself perfectly fine. Phoenix would have never expected a girl as small as she is to go with a pair of brass knuckles. Aditya, on the other hand, picked the mace as his weapon of choice. Phoenix ponders whether or not it was pure coincidence that both of them picked blunt, hard-hitting weapons.

Leven goes in for the uppercut, catching Aditya off guard. The boy from Ten stumbles back but Leven doesn't back down, pounding him hard in the stomach. Aditya hurls his mace in Leven's direction, knocking her on the head. She shouts out. Phoenix cringes at the sight of her dear friend in pain. As Aditya goes in for another hit, Leven punches him in the face. He falls to the floor this time as Leven pounces on top of him, bashing his face in until his life bar is drained completely.

Dirk and Alpha's battle doesn't last long either with the latter having difficulties loading his bow which gave Dirk plenty of time to gut the boy from Three with his longsword. Phoenix turns to Urid. 'That won't look good on his resume.' Urid shrugs.

'If he still doesn't know how to load a bow after three days that's on him,' Urid says coldly, leaning back.

'I know but I still feel bad for him,' Phoenix says. 'Do you know what pair is left?'

Urid gets up and scans the room. 'I think the dude from Four and the girl from Six.'

'Oh god, Urid, I can't watch that,' Phoenix says, resting her forehead on the palm of her hands.

'I know it's horrible to watch but if we want to survive the bloodbath we have to understand how these people fight, you know?' The truth is, if it were up to Phoenix the two of them would be having a cozy lunch by now, talking about other things than the Games but Urid was insistent on having them watch these battles. And while Phoenix does, in fact, understand his mentality she can't help the nauseous feeling that's been getting worse with time. She just wanted to get her battle with Dimitris over with but she promised Urid to at least try and so she did. She tried and she lost.

'Yeah… I know.' She gives herself a gentle slap on the cheek and sits up straight. Cecilia looks ridiculously small in comparison to the bulky Barracuda from Four. The girl has to pull off a miracle to impress the examiner but Phoenix doesn't see how that's possible. And then something rather strange happens. Barracuda sets his katana blade to the side and gestures for Cecilia to approach him.

'What the hell is he doing?' she hears Raja hissing to Nastya.

As any normal person would, Cecila charges at him with her tomahawk. The mousy girl raises her weapon in preparation. If it weren't for the fact that Cecilia had managed to trip on her own feet and plummet to the ground before reaching the boy from Four, there might have been hope for a fairly good outcome. Barracuda breaks into laughter, also falling to the ground. Phoenix catches a few snickers from the audience. Urid can sense Phoenix getting angrier and angrier. He puts his hand on her shoulder, slowly shaking his head.

As Cecilia tries to get back up, Barracuda tosses the Tomahawk over to her. She catches it awkwardly before it slips out of her hands again. Barracuda continues to laugh. Phoenix thought that she'd been the only one getting angrier but she can tell that the girl from One isn't finding the whole scenario as funny as everyone else seems to find it. She sees Raja clenching her fists in frustration.

'Alright, alright, enough with his,' Barracuda says. Cecilia swings her axe at him but he effortlessly dodges the attack. Using his katana blade, Barracuda slices through her arms with two clean cuts. Phoenix holds her mouth shut with her hand and looks away. The gong rings, signaling that the battle is over. Phoenix doesn't bring herself to look in the direction of the ring even after the battle. Only when she hears Cecilia's screams does she look up again. The girl from Six charges at Barracuda with a dagger. The holograms are nowhere to be seen. This is real life.

About to pounce on Barracuda, knife ready to stab into his flesh, the peacekeepers rush in, holding the young girl back and pulling her away from the boy who's petrified eyes remain in place.

They shove her out of the chamber as she dashes towards the exit in a flurry of tears. Phoenix gives Urid one quick glance and trails the girl, he following closely behind her. They find Cecilia in the corner of the cafeteria, her face buried into her crossed arms on the table.

'What do you want?' Cecilia mumbles.

'I wanted to ask if you'd like to join our alliance…' Phoenix says. Urid nudges her, raising his eyebrows. She puts her hand on him and nods affirmatively. He shrugs and steps back. Cecilia reminds Phoenix a lot of Leven and even though she isn't able to help Leven overcome her own inner conflicts right now, she'll do whatever she can to protect this girl.

'Why do you want me? I'm a freak.' Cecilia looks up. 'I-I can't even run for god's sake.'

Phoenix shakes her head. 'Then let me help you. We all have our demons and if we let them get to us, if we let them eat us up from the inside; that's when we give up and none of us are quitters here.'

Cecilia gets up from her seats, enveloping Phoenix in a gentle hug. 'I'll protect you,' She says to Phoenix's surprise. Phoenix returns the hug and the two of them stay like that for a while.


OVERVIEW OF THE MATCH-UPS AND SCORES:

1. PAIRING:

Zo (Spear) Vs Pam (Dual Daggers)

Winner: Zo

Scores: Zo (9) and Pam (8)

2. PAIRING:

Fayette (Small Knife) Vs Mune (Shortsword)

Winner: Fayette

Scores: Fayette (7) and Mune (5)

3. PAIRING:

Morse (Pickaxe) Vs Johar (Gladius)

Winner: Morse

Scores: Morse (5) and Johar (3)

4. PAIRING:

Diana (Hatchet) Vs Pavlov (Throwing Knives)

Winner: Diana

Scores: Diana (8) and Pavlov (7)

5. PAIRING:

Urid (Rapier) Vs Colin (Gladius)

Winner: Urid

Scores: Urid (7) and Colin (3)

6. PAIRING:

Dimitris (Warhammer) Vs Phoenix (Quarterstaff)

Winner: Dimitris

Scores: Dimitris (9) and Phoenix (7)

7. PAIRING:

Hilda (Spear) Vs Nastya (Kusarigama)

Winner: Nastya

Scores: Hilda (2) Vs Nastya (10)

8. PAIRING:

Goud (Whip) Vs Severin (Sickle)

Winner: Goud

Scores: Goud (9) and Severin (6)

9. PAIRING:

Raja (no weapon) Vs Voxel (no weapon)

Winner: None

Scores: Raja (1) and Voxel (1)

10. PAIRING:

Leven (Brass Knuckles) Vs Aditya (Mace)

Winner: Leven

Scores: Leven (7) and Aditya (6)

11. PAIRING:

Dirk (Longsword) Vs Alpha (Bow and Arrow)

Winner: Dirk

Scores: Dirk (7) and Alpha (2)

12. PAIRING:

Barracuda (Katana) Vs Cecilia (Tomahawk)

Winner: Barracuda

Scores: Barracuda (10) Vs Cecilia (2)


And there you have it! The Combat Trials! I'm too lazy to post the updated alliance list but there was like literally one single modification so if you read the chapter you know what's new. Yeah, it took a while to get it out and I'm sorry yadda yadda yadda. Anyway, I hope you had fun reading this chapter and I'll see all of you with the Survival Trials next week (hopefully).

Oh, and if anyone is interested in submitting to my colab with JAJ and LCS, The Survivor Games: Madagascar, feel free to PM me. We're looking for people who haven't submitted yet :)

See ya!