Sjin stalked down the tunnel with a vengeance against everyone competing in the Games, and every mob that dared to face his kinetic blade. Zombie after skeleton after spider fell to the side, slashed open as Sjin brushed the blood off his nearly broken sword. He couldn't be bothered to conserve his weapon, precious though it may be, when he was this angry.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a lit tunnel branching off from the main shaft lined with rails that he walked down now. Upon closer inspection, Sjin discovered that the tunnel headed upwards, as the majority of the light seemed to be streaming down from above rather than from any torches. Holding his own source of light up to the walls of the tunnel, Sjin saw that unlike the main shaft, this branch had walls of careless jagged edges, which had clearly been crudely cut away after some monotonous mining. Players had forged this pathway. Sjin was comforted by the presence of undisturbed vines and leaves growing in the tunnel – no one seemed to have walked this way in a long time.

Behind him, Sjin heard a gentle hissing noise. Instinctively he whipped around and sliced the Creeper across its bulging green body. It hiss was cut off but was quickly replaced by an angry snarl as the tribute gave it a hard kick, knocking it off balance and sending it staggering backwards, the ugly wound spewing blood. As Sjin saw a second Creeper emerging from the darkness behind it, he hacked apart a tangled web of vines which tried hard to conceal the entrance to the tunnel ascending upwards. He tossed a flaming torch out into the main shaft as he heard two sets of Creeper feet approaching him.

Fire is not the friend of a creature filled with gunpowder.

Sjin scrambled up the crude staircase made from piled lumps of rocks as half the underground tunnel was obliterated behind him, the metallic clangs of railway being ripped from the ground filling the air.

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Lomadia's elfin ears pricked. "What was that?" she said, in hushed tones.

"Uh…" Lalna said loudly, decidedly less concerned about being overheard, despite the deaths of three tributes already. "…don't know. Maybe it was a Creeper exploding?"

Lomadia nodded, unsure, but willing to accept that fairly standard occurrence rather than the possibility that traps had been laid, or some tributes had been granted TNT. The thought of one particular tribute being given TNT was enough to make her shiver.

She wandered around fairly aimlessly, uprooting mushrooms, with a little less enthusiasm than usual. Not that the Games were any cause for celebration, but Lalna had immediately noticed that Lomadia was acting more lost now that Xephos had died. Lalna, while a close friend of the Spaceman's, and sorry for his loss, had remained strong and stoic. It appeared he was better at accepting that everyone had to die in the Games than Lomadia. He was about to suggest she be grateful that Ridge had not planned it so that she and Xephos would be the last, forced to either die for their love or kill for their life, but he remembered that even though he and her were teammates, there could only be one, and he should try to stay on her good side. So instead he said;

"Let's have a look – come down this hole." He said, taking slow steps down the tunnel as he lit his torches.

"Come on then." Lomadia said with forced excitement, following the scientist down the cramped tunnel.

Lalna felt small vibrations in the rocks beneath him, growing larger and larger beneath his rubber gloves. He stopped descending the pathway and lowered his goggles onto his eyes, thankful that Ridge had not confiscated them, or given them to someone else to 'spice things up'. Through the rock wall, he saw the red outline of what looked like a tribute. As it came closer, it began to register in more detail – nearly broken sword, splatters of blood, wild hair, a loincloth...

Sjin.

As he placed the cups of his goggles back on his blonde hair, Lalna turned back to Lomadia. "Sjin is down here." He said, surprisingly nonchalantly. He'd fought with Sjin in the past, albeit with a little more science and a lot more at stake, but he didn't think he was anything to be overly worried about.

Lomadia let out a gasp. Lalna felt her tense all of a sudden, clutching at the rock ledge. "What?" she said, glancing back at the building they'd just come from worriedly.

"He's down here." Lalna repeated, pointing down the tunnel as he felt the vibrations growing increasingly strong. He turned and held his flaming torch down the tunnel threateningly. "D'ya wanna go for him?" Lalna said, keeping his eye on the tunnel. He saw a shadow cast on the wall down below.

Lomadia shrank back upwards. "I…I don't know…I…" she muttered fearfully, trailing off.

Lalna froze for a moment as he saw Sjin, battle-hardened, emerging from the tunnel below, covered in soot, blood of all different shades of red, a wooden sword which looked both lethal and ready to snap clenched tightly in his hand and a battered golden helmet sat on his mop of tangled brown hair. His eyes were hungry for blood as he caught sight of the scientist and began streaking towards them at a terrifying speed, sword ready to strike, ready to kill.

Lalna quickly retracted his torch and gave Lomadia a forceful nudge as he turned and began to scramble back out of the tunnel. "He's got a sword, he's got a sword!" he cried, as said sword struck him a couple of times in the ankle, hindering his escape only slightly as the scientist clambered out to safety. Sjin let out a roar and Lomadia let out a cry of fear and pain as she struggled to reach the scientist's outstretched hand in order to escape. Sjin laughed wildly and yanked her back by her long blonde hair. He paused for only a moment, thinking of Minty's similar hair, before he thought of it stained with blood and slit the poor elf's throat, snapping his sword in two as he did so.

Lalna could only watch as Lomadia's feeble cries turned into gurgles as blood filled her mouth and spilled as Sjin dropped her body to the floor, retreating, weaponless, back into the shadows.

Ridgedog watched the shaken scientist exit the building, limping slightly. The demigod laughed as he took off, swooping over the buildings and his pawns.

"Lomadia was slain by Sjin."

Ridgedog tucked his megaphone away, smiling a very toothy and very frightening smile.

"That's my boy."