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WEEK TWO: EXECUTION
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Good morning, Camp Gatonina. The weather continues to be less than ideal, storm clouds in the horizon as it continues to rain throughout the day. You may want to grab your ponchos and umbrellas, because you should all know the schedule by now. At 9AM, two hours after the bugle call for breakfast, you will be drawn to the bonfire. Your body will move of its own volition, giving you little to no time to pick up any sort of protection. As you approach the bonfire, you will find that you are not the only one. The Camp Directors and Guy seem to be marching to the same rhythm as the rest of you, their movements stiff as they approach from the direction of the Isolation Cabin. Once everyone has gathered in the same location, you will hear a voice that is recognized by none. "Oof, you guys suck at this. Isn't this an all-star cast? Oh, well. Guy Cecil, get over here." Guy will be forced to approach the fire, as everyone else takes several steps back to form something of an impromptu fighting ring around the bonfire. "As for your opponent... Black Shadows, why don't you give us a show?" Similarly to Guy, Black Shadows will be forced to approach the fire. Those in the audience will find themselves rooted to the spot, and the participants of the execution will hit an invisible barrier three feet away from the rest of the group if they try to escape. In their dominant hand, Black Shadows will find a 20-sided dice... though two of the sides are now blank. You're all old pros at this. It goes without saying that it's time for the execution to begin. |
EXECUTION
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It comes up with an 11, and as it disappears, Black Shadows and Guy both find themselves with a metal baseball bat in hand.
They turn to him, then, their tone apologetic.]
...am sorry about this. Will try to make it quick.
[But they appear to be letting him make the first move, the bat held ready in their hands.]
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Of course. Of course it had to be one of the directors.
Guy's chin raises, the grip on his bat shifting in his hands.]
...I'm not going to take this sitting down.
[It's not a sword. Guy's not accustomed to a bludgeoning weapon in the least, and the weight is much lighter in his hands than cold steel. He knows this is going to be a matter of strength.
...
But he still pulls the bat to the side, grounding himself--
-- and launching right at Shadows, feigning right before crouching down to the left and taking a good, hard swing at their legs.]
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[They'd hardly expect him not to fight, after what happened. He isn't guilty-- but even the guilty get a chance, under rules like this. Shadows won't begrudge him that.
When he feigns right, Shadows-- doesn't move to block, actually. It looks like they intend to just take that hit, so when he moves left instead they reflexively try to step away. The bat connects with one of their legs, but they don't flinch or... give any indication it hurts them at all.
They just raise their own weapon in turn, aiming a swing downward; it's intended for his head, but Guy's pretty fast.]
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There's a curse under his breath as he raises his own bat for coverage as he attempts to roll to the side. If Shadows can take hits like that without even budging... what kind of leverage could he even look for, here?
His leg hooks out to try and catch Shadows by the ankle as he yanks the bat up, aiming to plow it against the empty spot that should be their face.]
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They pull their weight back to try to dodge that swing, the bat catching the edges of their hood, but something seems to prevent the fabric from flying backward. The hood remains in place, and Shadows takes a slightly wider swing, though it's intended more to force him away than to actually hit him.
If it does catch him, though- they are still swinging it pretty hard despite their intent.]
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Alright. So getting hit by them is going to be bad. And landing a hit on them is going to be bad.
Jaw setting, he adjusts his grip and rushes again, this time with several quick blows aiming for one of their arms. If it's blocked, he follows up quickly, aiming for speed to possibly overwhelm what looks to be a much larger opponent in power.]
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That moment is enough to let Guy rush them, though. It feels pretty similar to that strike against their leg, and despite the blows they still don't flinch, even when there's the faint sound of something cracking. Shadows keeps that defensive stance as he follows up; they're more or less holding still to just take it, for the moment.
They're waiting for a gap, to push forward and try to throw him off so they can get a good swing.]
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But it's his life. It's his, for every borrowed, luck-driven second. He has to find a solution, even if it means fighting dirtier than he'd like.
He pivots when he feels his stamina running thin, a preemptive block as he moves in what looks like another flurry--
--except it's more of a full on bodily tackle to their legs, feet first, risking himself prone in the process. There's no way he can manage their core with how sturdy they are.
Get them on the ground, keep them on the ground. You have to live.
You have to.]
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But perhaps unsurprisingly at this point, it doesn't slow them or wind them at all. They're quick to recover, though he'll have a moment to act if he moves very quickly. They move fairly quickly too, trying to get him on his back if this is how they're going to be doing it-- they're heavy enough that if they pin him, they don't think he's going to be getting back up.]
-did not want to end this with my hands. Will if you force me to.
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[He's scrambling back, trying to get on his feet the second Shadow's weight hits the ground. But they're up just as fast, their weight pulling him right back down with them with a desperate yell from the blonde. There's a flash of panic, of an animal caught in a corner, as he attempts to yank himself free with no give.
Gripping the bat in both hands, he grits his teeth and swings it down directly at their head.]
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Their weight shifts forward to pin him down as they reach out, a heavy hand wrapping around his throat. Shadows isn't strangling him-- just holding him in place, though their grip will tighten as much as it needs to.]
...I am sorry it has to be this way.
[Their voice is quiet, no hint of exertion in it. They take a moment to roll their dislocated shoulder back into place.
And then they take the bat in their other hand and swing down for his head, in a heavy strike.]
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His eyes roll back with a heaving shudder as his body goes limp against the ground. He's not dead. But considering the pooling of blood underneath his hair, soaking into the ground... he's definitely not getting back up.]
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They can't block the sound, though, of the bat slamming down a final time.]
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[Guy Cecil is dead.]]
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The other two Directors follow after Black Shadows as they carry Guy's body off toward the gray cabin, but even after they've walked away... no one else is free just yet.]