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"What was that?" Germany's blond head ripped upward, taking in the dark starry night sky, his ear straining for what he'd heard in the distance. It sounded like a...yowl or loud hiss of some sort. It started out soft and barely audible, but seemed to be getting progressively louder. Did that mean...whatever was coming was approaching them?
Eyes wide, Germany and Japan both drew their steel swords, backing up against the Cornucopia. The snarling hisses were coming closer yet. But the axis powers remained stuck. Should they run for it? Did they like their odds of staying her and fighting? Before any desision could be made, the trees on the edges of the forest rustled, their green leaves shaking.
The Capitol mutts were clearly visible in the black air. Their hideous, scaly skin was a bright, poisonous green, and they had glowing red eyes that shone like bright beams. Elongated claws emerged from the mutt's short, stubby arms. Each creature was about four to five feet tall, and looked slightly humanoid. They stood up straight, and had two slimy legs and arms, and sharp white fangs sticking out of their droooling mouths. Germany and Japan quickly scaled the Cornucopia, figuring they'd face a better chance facing these things from above. Each of their hearts were pouding wildy, as if another tribute were nearby, not ravanging wild reptiles. But these could be just as dangerous. In the past, it wasn't uncommon for at least a few tributes to die in each Games because of Capitol related engineerings.
Letting out a horribly loud hiss that sent shiver's down the human's spines, the lizards began to advance on the Cornucopia, slashing their sharp claws about and eyeing the inside of the horn...before diving into it all at once. From directly beneath them, Germany and Japan could hear loud screeches, the sound of blankets, food, clothing, and shelter being ripped and slashed apart, as the hisses sounded oddly like laughter.
"Scheisser!" Germany cursed, shivering with rage and fear. "They wanted us to defend the supplies, we've just made it easy for them to take us out now!" His sword shook in his hand, and his breath rose in steamy puffs above him. The carnage and slaughter of precious supplies went on and on, Germany and Japan hopeless to stop it. There were at least a dozen lizards, and only two of them. Also, those claws and fangs could probably do some pretty fierce damage in such close quarters, especially when given the prospect of soft, fresh flesh.
The air grew colder and colder, the decimation of all suplies finally coming to a halt, the tears and screams of inanimate objects stopping. Torn bits of fabrics and other items were strewn across the ground outside the horn, and the mutts clamered out of it, now hissing at Germany and Japan. As the mutts filed back outside, Japan counted a dozen of them in all. One of the largest mutts attempted to scale the Cornucopia, digging its claws into the cold and pulling itself up. It didn't get far, however, before Germany's sword pushed it down rather harshly to the ground. It grunted in displeasure as its forked tongue licked around its lips.
A smaller mutt jumped up onto the horn, then lifted itself upward, almost reaching the top of it before Japan's kantana sliced through its neck, followed by a horrible, high pitched, and hair raising death screech. The others grew restless, now converging as one on the golden horn. Japan and Germany were surrounded on all sides by reptiles who tried to claw their ways up the horn, some getting far enough to clamber up, but then get beheaded by an angry sword slash. Still, Germany and Japan had to keep their balance, for if they fell, the mutts would surely rip them limb by limb.
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England sighed as the cold blue ocean water washed over his now naked body. The salt stung the several open cuts and wounds he'd accumulated over the course of the Games, but he took it as a good sign-at least his body was getting cleansed now. Further up on the beach, Hungary was napping on a sand dune, a safe distance from the water, in the morning light as Sealand practiced shooting his newly obtained arrows. So far, he'd managed to get them to fly around fifteen feet in a straight line, which was good enough to take out an enemy at a respectable distance, at least.
The Brit ducked his blond head underwater, letting the waves of cool water and salt wash away all the dirt, grease, and grime in his hair, and he spread his legs apart, feeling a delightful senesation of water rushing by his vital regions and crotch. It was a good thing he had a base by the salt water, but wondered what lay beyond it. It seemed like an ocean, but what could be on the other side? Did it just go on forever? Most likely the water just stopped at a certain point, blocked by the force field that marked the boundry of the arena. Pondering this, the naked Brit clambered out of the water, and quickly re dressed himself, but that didn't stop Sealand.
The wanker's eyes were as wide as dinner plates, and gazing straight at England. "What?"
Sealand giggled. "Your...your vital regions are just so...large, and hairy!"
"Oh, shut up you!" England yelled back, angered at the sight of Sealand's guffaws. "My nether regions weren't nearly as big as Germany's, after all!" They may have been in the arena, but some things between brothers just don't change.
"I can assure both you gentleman," Hungary began, waking up from her nap and flipping her hair behind her, "That nobody's vital regions are as big as Austria's. And I speak from personal experince." Sealand broke down laughing once more.
"That's difficult to imagine. Austria, the pansy, with large vital-"
England jumped. "What was that" A loud hissing sound eminated from above them. He quickly grabbed his spear as Sealand readied an arrow and Hungary lifted her iron skillet. At once, a blond figure darted past them, sprinting as fast as they could. But not from a fellow tribute. England turned around to see a horde of scaly green reptilians barreling straight towards them.
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The two Axis nations were slumped atop the Cornucopia, their bones exhausted to the marrow. At the base of the golden horn, a dozen humanoid lizards lay dead, slashed apart by cold iron swords, with blood dripping out of them from all sides. It had taken a hurculean effort, but Germany and Japan had, together, managed to slaughter all of the dozen vicous lizards at their heels. Granted, it had reduced them to tired hunks of meat and cost them all their supplies, but it had been done. For now.
Germany sat up, feeling woozy. The warm, buttery sun shone down upon them, giving a slight comforting affect. "Hey, Japan," he muttered. "I have an idea." The Asian nation turned, raising an eyebrow.
"We can use those lizard's meat for food. They're most likely edible, at least, and we've got no other food as it is." Germany went on, holding his sword.
"Are you sure, Germany-san?" Japan asked. But even as he spoke, their stomachs rumbled in hungry unison.
"Ja, now come on." Germany slid off the horn, and approached the closest lizard. Back home, he'd worked in butcheries a couple times, like after World War One, so he had a bit of experince. He poked his sharp sword blade under the scaly skin, and slid it about until all the hide was loosened, and it peeled off with ease. Japan looked somewhat uneasy, but went off to go fetch water from the trees, a technique they'd seen used in previous games, to accompany their meal. As Germany did the most repulsive parts of the work, he deducted all the lizard's blood was red, so it must be like regular animal blood, so therefore negating the chance of it being nastily poisoned by the Capitol.
As the last of the lizard's vital regions were chopped off, Germany started a fire with rocks and branches, grateful to having paid close attention to all the stations in the Training Center. Careers in the typical Hunger Games would probably all be dead by now, but not the Nation Careers. As the flames began to heat up, Germany put pieces of meat over them, skewered on more sticks. The meat looked chewy and grainy, but at least good enough to eat. Japan returned with filled water skins, and they ate. The lizard meat was indeed soft and bumpy, but it was far better than having no food at all. To add to the meal, Japan had found several kinds of berries, which he assured Germany weren't poisonous.
"Well, that wasn't half bad." Germany remarked, wiping off his hands. Japan doushed the flames, muttering in agreement. The lizards may have destroyed their supplies, but they had provided themselves as a source of food. In order for the cracasses to remain fresh, the two stacked the reptiles inside the Cornucopia, which was now bone empty, picked spotlessly clean, and rapped up the leftover meat. "Ok, what to do now?"
As it turned out, hunting would be too risky, and they didn't have much to keep occupied, so Germany and Japan rested, mostly taking cat naps. In his heart, Germany couldn't stop wishing that Italy was here. The samll brunette may have been bumbling and annoying, but he knew how to keep things lively. Even in this arena, Italy would have found some way to make a delicous pasta. Little did Germany know that Japan thought the same way, too.
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Sealand screamed in terror as he saw the mutts race toward the trio. Not wasting a moment, England pushed his young brother up a sand dune as Hungary followed suit, England at her heels. It was clear that the mutts were chasing the blond girl from earlier, but would they stop upon seeing three more voracious Hetalians to take out. Yes. As one, the scaly lizards turned their ugly heads toward England, Hungary, and Sealand...and attacked.
It didn't take long for the first one to scale the dune. It's foot long claws easily allowed it to tear up the small hill, hissing like mad the whole time. One of Sealand's arrows landed in its skull, however, and it went down. But more came up. There were more than a dozen, perhaps sixteen of the beasts or so. The three allies were forced back against one another, in a triangle like formation as they fought off the reptiles best they could. England's spear pierced their hearts as Hungary's skillet dented their skulls, and Sealand's arrow took out one here and there. Occasionally, England felt a sharp pain on him as a claw or fang found it's mark, but it stopped after he had a say with his spear. Even as sweat poured down his sides and blood seeped out of him, England fought on.
The Brit thought he had defeated all there were, and was heaving from cramps when he saw a scuffle to his direct left. Tiny Sealand was screaming bloody murder. England was about to reprimend him when he saw the most huanting and disturbing sight of his life as a nation.
The largest mutt's razor sharp claws, a foot long, were buried all the way to the scaly finger on either side of Sealand's stomach.