I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The descent into chaos presented intriguing opportunities and moments – and how risk coincided with either reward or dire consequences.
Rhiannon had some crucial moments. As Gala’s whip flew towards her, her rapid use of her sword, and clear training, aided in ensuring the flash of the lash never touched her. Gala could only back away at her leader’s command, with a clear and vivid snarl on her face, but out of the range of Elizabeth’s lightning. It was then, of course, that the Red Team’s leader couldn’t touch the soldier, leaving Rhiannon open to tag or take.
The rest of the hybrid’s team served her well; Daniel’s building at their base ensured the flag was carefully hidden behind layers of snow and rime – and would potentially slow anyone down looking for the crimson flag. Hunter, on the other hand –
Well, that’s whereSah ’s adventures came in.
While the Blue Team was content in some portions (Stephanie was very happy as a ningo, making false nests amidst areas where someone might think a flag could be), and Frederick was creeping upon Emma, the Wild Thunder had opted to be bold. Why not divebomb a competitor?
Except his fall, either due to less practical means or an unfortunate landing exercise, ended up with him catapulting directly into the snow. And certainly not upon Hunter, who’d been watching and tracking his movements. With a simple step over, Hunter claimed the first tag – touching the crow. “Off to our jail!” He offered gleefully.
(All three watchful sets of eyes – including Deimos, Figgy, and Ziel, grimaced. You all right? the Warden offered through the bond to Sah.)
Due toElizabeth ‘s orders, of which she now yearned to comply with, Emma rolled her eyes and ceased tracking; incapable of finding the man’s scent anywhere. And while that was certainly irritating, she’d have to concentrate on other things, and maneuvered her hulking wolf form towards the Blue Team’s flag. Unbeknownst to her, the invisible Frederick had launched, unsuccessfully, at her from behind.
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Rhiannon has successfully dodged both Gala and Elizabeth’s attempts at stunning/tagging.
Hunter has successfully tagged Sah and Sah is now heading to the Green Team’s jail.
Frederick has tried to tag Emma, and missed. Emma is headed towards the Blue Team’s flag.
The rest of the hybrid’s team served her well; Daniel’s building at their base ensured the flag was carefully hidden behind layers of snow and rime – and would potentially slow anyone down looking for the crimson flag. Hunter, on the other hand –
Well, that’s where
While the Blue Team was content in some portions (Stephanie was very happy as a ningo, making false nests amidst areas where someone might think a flag could be), and Frederick was creeping upon Emma, the Wild Thunder had opted to be bold. Why not divebomb a competitor?
Except his fall, either due to less practical means or an unfortunate landing exercise, ended up with him catapulting directly into the snow. And certainly not upon Hunter, who’d been watching and tracking his movements. With a simple step over, Hunter claimed the first tag – touching the crow. “Off to our jail!” He offered gleefully.
(All three watchful sets of eyes – including Deimos, Figgy, and Ziel, grimaced. You all right? the Warden offered through the bond to Sah.)
Due to
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Rhiannon has successfully dodged both Gala and Elizabeth’s attempts at stunning/tagging.
Hunter has successfully tagged Sah and Sah is now heading to the Green Team’s jail.
Frederick has tried to tag Emma, and missed. Emma is headed towards the Blue Team’s flag.
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