Wolves May Lurk in Every Guise {Fu Vs. Deities}

[cameo]

~Location E of Red Path~

Though the atmosphere gleams slightly brighter compared to the blindness of the day before, the aroma’s vibe darkens upon the environment the deeper down the path the Runners travel. The moon shines visibility upon the journey, while the surrounding’s taste is anything but. And a faint growl still follows all who are venturing these parts. Another opening clears from the narrow trails, and simultaneously two opposing groups appear upon the same land. 

“With only one permitted exit from this Maze alive, it’s time to eliminate the competitions. Enjoy Runners.” Blares from every which direction, by the beautiful voice of Layla. “You’re welcome.” 

Task: FU Vs. Deities ~ mandate of One death, with includes the Witch is she's brought into the battle.

[cameo]

Charlie Smith

Vague visibility glistens from the new, purple moon upon my sexy associates. Blind fingers no longer have to search through the abyss, which is both a benefit and a disappointment. The enjoyment of surprise has been stolen from my lips – though not so much entirely, when a new opening sprawls from the narrow path we were upon. The alluring voice of Maze-Maker Layla sprinkles across the environment, alerting us of our predicament before it’s even visually evident.

Two opposing Runners breach from another branch attached to this location, which appears far too simple for an alliance twice their size. But the allude of shock continues to unravel, as a Griever sprawls from the mist in their company. Though rather than attacking the Runners, as Grievers have been created to do, it appears to be on their team. “How do I become a master of such a sexy beast?” Humors across my sarcastic tongue, approaching with solely confidence reigning my steps. As if my group would be timid to two Runners and their attractive pet. “Shall we take down our Opponents’ friend, Pierce?” No doubt I’ll have to invite another who’ll appreciate the Maze-Makers’ craft in their mutations.

Without awaiting a reply I’m charging towards the seductive Monster, chain ready in hand and swinging with a vicious crave. Layla may have ordered that Runners must be eliminated, but my fingers have been painted with blood enough – she can send her Grievers to do her dirty work, while I’ll make even that a difficult challenge for her.

{Charlie attacks Not So Wicked Witch ~ Rusty Swing Chain (flail)}
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{Chain Buried in Back: 25 Damage}

501-550

[Arrow]

Pierce Vilamanix

    A new sense of some what safety seeps through the soil spun by the switching of the night's moon. Purple pillages any panic as laughter lifts from my lips at such a simple sight as a purple fucking moon. Hands hurl together creating clasp into a crisp clap. "This has to be all you Layla, loving the color choice!" My voice ventures out and beyond any sense of secret structure holding my allies and I hostage. I turn to the others happiness holding my head high as we venture further down our dangerous endeavor. From one to another my eyes dart diagnosing all damage dealt to my band of badasses and a sudden short chuckle stirs within my sternum upon the sight of Braylon's stolen middle fingers. "Man that will never get old Bray. The fact you actually can't flip someone off has to be the funniest fucking thing I've seen." More laughter lifts from my lips as I spin to start stepping away then another jab joins into the air from my mischievous mouth. "Normally I'd worry right now about being flipped the bird but I guess I have no need for concern." 

    Several hours increment increasingly slowly by until chills creep over the air cause my steps to stop. Three shadows stir from the brush before us but only one is a monster made for death this time, the other three are Runners still threatening the race I'm determined to win. A sly smile steals across my face as I join in by Charlie's welcoming side. "You know, you remind me of a song that goes something like... she's as cold as ice." A full smile steals across my skin, "Too bad we're so hot we'll melt your cold shoulder act down to nothing more than a pool of tears."

Pierce attacks the Not So Wicked Witch with his Werewold Claws{Gauntlets}
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{Shattered Skull -- 200 damage}

Pierce's current damage: 5/100

51-100

[Kaplan]

Braylon Yandelle

Pierce tried his best to get on my nerves by teasing me about my lack of middle fingers. Luckily, this didn't get to me. He found humor in the fact that I could no longer flip anyone off, and so did I, in all honesty. It was frustrating, yes, but it was also quite amusing. I smirked when Pierce spoke about the subject to me.

"Haha, I suppose you're right, Pierce. Although, keep in mind that I still have the remainder of my fists. I don't need five fingers on each hand to punch someone, so watch where you go with things," I told him jokingly. He was my ally, after all, so I didn't plan on killing him. No, if it came down to just my allies and I at the end, I'd fight to the death, but for now, we were protecting each other. We were all walking together in the purple light the reflected down on us from the moon, until we came to an opening.

When the path had opened up, what we found before us were two other runners and, what I supposed was a witch of some sort. Immediately, Charlie and Pierce were attacking the witch, with Pierce taking it down in one swing of his own weapon, shattering its skull. I grinned. It was a nice shot.

"Nice, you two. Now, I don't particularly feel like bothering with these ones at the moment. Mind if we move on?" I gestured in the direction of the other two runners that weren't on our side when I said this. Then, without waiting for a response, I walked right past them and continued onward.

[Braylon Yandelle flees]

[Marree]

Deities

Hera knew the moment that they clammered into the paths of the four others, that something dreadful was about to happen. Only hours ago, in the day before, she had found her lips to create such an array of colors in her heart for the one that she traveled with. It was an awful thing to have to come to terms with that it might not last all that long, but once their numbers came after them, attacking the witch, it was decided that their fates might be tortured further.

The witch fell so suddenly to the hands of some monster and without another thought, a member of their group fled. Hera looked to Zeus and nodded quickly. "We need to escape as quick as possible before they decide to do otherwise. ARe you up for the challenge?" She sweetly asked, and put her hand out for him him to follow. No exchange of words were given to the others. She had no need to allow them that much honor.

[Hera Flees]

Hera Leopold

Sometimes our world needs new Gods and goddesses in order to recreate

 balance

[Kaplan]

Deities

    I hate to admit it, but when we encountered four other runners, my heart skipped a beat, and I actually felt genuine fear. Although, it was certainly mixed with anger. Braylon, the dark-haired boy from District One, had killed Horus, one of our allies, in one throw of a knife. Regardless of what he had done, however, I knew I wouldn't let myself fight them if we didn't have to, for the safety of Hera. The witch that I had summoned to be alongside us as a protector was slain quite swiftly by the other alliance, and Braylon ran before I could react. Without him there, I didn't want to fight quite yet. I wanted him to see his allies fall if we were going to fight. That, or I wanted him to be the one to fall.

    Hera had offered her hand to me and suggested that we escape the area. I nodded in response, knowing the only real option was to just get away. I took her hand, and smiled at her, which was something that most people likely wouldn't do when they were scared or angry. Hera, however, made me smile. It was hard not to be happy around her. Although, I doubted that even if it was possible for us to both make it out of here alive that I'd ever have kids, even with her. I'm not sure, but I know that at this point in my life, I hate kids.

    "Yeah, let's go. I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" I said to her.


[Zeus Flees]

Zeus Prank

Sometimes our world needs new Gods and goddesses in order to recreate
 balance

Thank you for the table, Arrow

[Marree]

Lucy Yolei
District Ten

[I'm just going to do a filler flee cause I'm tired and yeah... not wanting to hold this up any longer. I'll do a paragraph sometime tomorrow.]

"Hey! Don't leave me here! Wait up!"
(Lucy Flee's behind Braylon)

[cameo]

Charlie Smith

Disappointment reigns the formation of my expression, as I stare off at Pierce to display my inner sadness. In one slick motion he’s shattered the likes of our attractive, mutated Opponent. As though he hadn’t shared the fondness of our Foe’s stern striking beauty, he ruptured her entire head as if she were a mere small insect. And as if she were true Competition, and the Maze-Maker’s crave for murder has been temporarily fulfilled, the gates holding us captive to such a violent demand open to release us back into the larger cage. Instantly the others escape into a seek for a potential haven, as if one actually existed - even our allies go for the search, all for except Pierce and I of course.

“Well that was unfortunately anticlimactic.” I express my letdown with sarcastic sorrow contorting my tone. “I was hoping for us to get a couple of cuts and bruises so we can pretend at being sexy nurses.” And to no surprise the jokes strive in my sarcasm. Bored from everyone’s frenzy to desert from potential fun, a sigh combs from my lungs before I nudge my head in the direction our team has gone. “Unless you wanna go play with those nauseating lovebirds?” I comment over the two hand-holders we didn’t even get to touch.

Still, without waiting for a reply, I begin walking towards where our partners have depart to. “But I’d rather you entertain me in other ways - you better make up for finishing that fight too quickly.” I wink at him in my seductive threat; before mocking the professed God and Goddess with a cheesy offer of my hand to Pierce. What Gods would cower from a battle without a single blow? Pathetic.

{Charlie Flees with Pierce}

[Arrow]

Pierce Vilamanix

    A swift snap of my arm and suddenly winter wails shattering shards around me. In my mind I can hear the disdain and anger welling from the back of Mr. Locke's throat as this perfect like masterpiece to kill me off crumbles at its first kiss of my skin. Reaching a hand down a collect a scoop a frozen slush and send it soaring in the direction of our fleeing opponents, a mockery to the Maze Makers and to the pathetic couple who attempted to fight us. A nasty smirk sets upon my face as I watch the white whip through the air. "If you don't wanna fight can we at least snowball fight?" Despite my claims and open fire of their fallen Griever's insides, the two continue to creep deeper into the darkness of the woods which confine us all. A shrug stirs from my shoulders the further away I watch them wither. "No matter! We'll probably be fighting you soon anyway! So enjoy one last night screwing! I know I will!" 

    As though on queue my queen offers me her hand with a heavenly invitation to entertain her for the evening. I don't just take the hand, but I pull her close pressing my lips to her's for almost a minute so both our fleeing foes and the world can watch with vivid interest. After breaching our embrace a smile steals across my cheeks. "Unlike in fighting, as you know, I don't finish fast." I take her hand only now leading deeper into the brush.

Pierce flees with Charlie and the Squad
Pierce's current damage: 5/100