You could easily kill them if you tried, Tigress. That bow, and your kung fu, and maybe a knife... you could take them down like flies...
And leave yourself no moral dignity, or mental health. Focus, Tigress. You have the bag you wanted... get as far away as possible. Do the one thing you've been doing your whole life, Tigress. Stay alive.
Panting, Tigress was drawn away from the little voice in her head by the very non-imaginary knife flying past her head. Just ducking enough in time, it only gave her a small cut, barely a graze against her knife impaled itself in a tree, which she yanked it back out of and ran deeper into the forest. Behind her, she could hear fighting, kicking, screaming... then bodies thumping, lifeless, to the ground. The feeling was like a waterfall of slime running up her back, torturously slow, crawling around her and wrapping her in it in a way that would almost suffocate her.
Must. Keep. Running.
Can't. Look. Back.
Holding a knife in one hand, Tigress was running, running, running. The only thing she knew she could. Run, run, little Tiger; fly, little pheonix. The initial 'bloodbath' was not where she wanted to get involved, she needed to distance herself. Finding it quite awkward, with most masters knowing one another and them all seeing her, most likely, as the little Tigress she once was. Tigress was a fully grown woman now; not some cute, cuddly thing Shifu owned. But, having been trained from such a young age, there was still probably a small image of that when they saw her.
The deaths would be announced by cannons, which would also announce the bloodbath's end. After hours of endless running, to put a great distance between everyone else and herself, Tigress stopped and opened her rucksack to check the contents.
A black material, about 1 metre long and 1 metre wide, was her first find. After that, a loaf of bread. A long, thick , a transparent, probably-waterproof container.
She could work with it, but she needed water.
Water. A top priority. Staying alive. The top priorty. And Po, her other top priority.
Packing away her stuff, Tigress observed the knife someone had chucked in her head's general direction, that she had been able to use to her advantage. Quite a sharp, chunky blade, with a good grip. Slowly, Tigress dragged her claw (that she had gotten out to help her move along the ground more easily and with better grip - fighting with claws was the most dishonourable thing Tigress could think of) along the metal blade of the knife, gently twisting it, admiring how it glinted in the harsh sunlight.
Time to get moving. Step 1: Find water.
Looking around, there was no obvious source of water, or any liquid. A squirrel, that was so changed as to not be a person, but more of an insect (Tigress had been told they were called 'muttations'. She couldn't work out why anyone would willingly become an insect creature to be used as food for contestants... Tigress wouldn't put it below the people, the evil she'd seen at the palace she, along with everyone else, had been hidden away with, to have forced people to be food. Tigress lived with these dark thoughts...), more of something to be food, scuttled past. It looked a few years old, like it was used to this odd jungle envirom-...
A squirrel. Alive for a few years. In here. Adapted. Alive.
Following the squirell eagerly, Tigress, whilst making sure to be hidden, followed the squirrel to water.
TKFG
Hydrated and with a full container of (luckily) safe, drinkable water, Tigress contentedly made her way to a hiding area, full of trees, about 4 miles away - a safe distance. Once there, Tigress found two tall, opposite trees. Using her immaculate Kung Fu skills, she was able to, with a bit of a struggle, get herself up a high tree. After she was up, to make it harder for her to be caught, she leapt from a few trees until she was in a tree that was easy to get down, but nearly impossible to climb up unless you used another, longer route. By then, you would either be dead, or Tigress would've escaped. Or kicked your ass out of the tree.
Whilst tying herself into the tree for the night, and nibbling a bit of the end of her bread loaf, the cannons began sounding.
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Six dead. That could've been her and the Furious Five. It wasn't her - Tigress knew she was alive. And, desparingly, she help onto the hope eveyone else was too...
TKFG
It was going dark, almost time for the deaths to be shown, when the seventh cannon broke her mild slumber. Jolting, if not for the rope, she would've fell. Tigress couldn't bear to think who must've been lost now.
Because she'd know now. The Chinese anthem was played, through a possible system that made it seem as though it eruped from the earth. In the sky, a screen was lit up, reading 'The Fallen'.
Time to discover the dead.
Master Chao.
Master Eagle.
One of Grand Twin Weasels.
Master Dog.
Master Lepoard.
Master Frog.
But it was the final one that made Tigress' breath get caught in her throat. This that made her emit a quiet cry of horror. This that nearly made her fall out of the tree in shock.
Sweet, funny, dorky, loveable...
Master Crane was dead.
A/N: DOOOOOON'T KILL MEEEEEEE! I'm so, so, SO sorry, I can't believe I just did that, but Master Crane will get the respect he deserves. I...I...
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