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WEEK FOUR: EXECUTION
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Good morning, Camp Gatonina. The weather is, uh, out to fucking murder you. Hail falls from the sky, pelting down on anyone who dares be outside. Seems like it's a good idea to find something to shield yourself with sooner, rather than later. 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 Yasusada 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. In light of the weather, it looks like the directors have acquired... ice umbrellas? Yes, ice umbrellas to shield themselves with. Once everyone has gathered in the same location, you will hear a voice that is recognized by none. "Two in a row? Meh. It's nothing to write home about. Zeeeeeero points for effort this time. Yamatonokami Yasusada, get over here." Yasusada 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... Oh, right. A certain someone forgot how to fucking pace themselves, didn't they? Losing limbs is sooooo cliche, but here's a fun and sexy idea. Flayn, why don't you join your new best friend? Loose lips sink ships!" Similarly to Yasusada, Flayn 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 her dominant hand, Flayn will find a 20-sided dice... though three of the sides are now blank. But that's not all. All numbers above 9 glow pink. For whatever reason, there is something about the sight that will fill all those who lay their eyes upon it with a deep sense of dread. You're all old pros at this. It goes without saying that it's time for the execution to begin. |
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She's waiting for it. Yasusada is likely stronger than her, even with his broken arm. He may be faster than her. That means she needs to use strategy, rather than brute strength - which she does not possess - or speed - which she may not possess enough of to outrun him.
He was so fast the day before, at the trial, when he had lunged for Magnus. Turning tail and fleeing from him won't work.
So instead, she times it carefully, sidesteps in a dodge, and pivots on her foot, and aims a swipe of the mallet at Yasusada's back as he breezes past her. The move is almost graceful, like she's dancing.]
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She dodges, and he feels the movement of air against his back, ducking down and letting the slickness of the ground carry him out of her reach. He spins around, crouched, before he leaps forward again, aiming to knock her mallet out of the way.
Yasusada couldn't tell Dick not to waste his time, yesterday, but he would have--and this is why. He forces as much strength and movement into his broken arm as he can, a little extra to guide the direction of his hit; the pain almost isn't worth it, and he yells, but he's never been the type to be slowed down by such a thing.]
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The terrain isn't easy. She grunts as she meets his strike, attempting to push back against it - but even with a broken arm, he's strong, and the ground is slick enough that the force with which he knocks her mallet aside sends her stumbling a few steps, off-balance.
With a gasp, she swings her arm down to steady herself with the mallet against the ground. If she falls, that would be - well.
It would be bad.
Once steadied, she scrambles back, away from him, her expression wary as she watches him for another move.]
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He doesn't want to drag this out. He promised more people than her that he'd fight to win, if he could--if nothing else, Sanji won't forgive him if he doesn't try. Sanji, despite everything they said and did, had wanted him to live. And he'd never be able to wear his title of Okita's beloved sword with pride, if he didn't try to be the best sword he could be.
Perhaps Yin Yu really did want it, too. He doesn't think Yin Yu will forgive him for killing Flayn, whenever they meet again. (It will be sooner, rather than later, no matter the outcome of this fight.) But he's shared his full truths with both of them. He doesn't expect forgiveness--but Yin Yu understood. He thinks Flayn might too.
So he jumps back, too. Lets her steady herself, does the same. His arm is in excruciating pain, but he forces himself to lift the mallet with both hands anyway, one on the handle, the other on the face. Perhaps he can use it to knock her out?
He darts forward again, and this time, he puts his full strength into his swing. He's aiming for her temple.]
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The words come back to her in flashes - If you run into this situation, the first thing you should do is run, alright? But running isn't an option here. She can't outpace him. She knows that. Even if he's matching her to make this more fair, he's certain to have more stamina than she, even with his injury.
But there is something she can try.
She braces herself, waiting for his approach. He doesn't keep her waiting long.
When I get close enough to you that it's dangerous, I want you duck down, and grab onto my arm with both hands, on the elbow, and the forearm.
She does exactly that, her expression determined. She grabs for the elbow and forearm of his broken arm.
Try to grab on even tighter this time. It won't hurt me, I promise.
Her grip tightens almost painfully.
And then she pulls, hard, using his momentum to try and knock him off his feet and flip him over her.]
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It doesn't matter that only a handful of people wish for him to leave this place. Any support at all is more kindness than he'd expected to be shown. But he'd promised, and over the sound of hail, the blur of voices from outside this ring, he hears--
Fight honorably tomorrow.
I love Souji. I'm going to help him.
If you win, I've got your back.
It's my honor to say that I was able to keep such a wonderful sword by my side.
She goes for his broken arm--a strike at his weak point. It's a commendable move; even as he cries out at the pain of it, he can appreciate her skill. Maybe in another life, he would praise her for it.
But in this one--in this one, he can do nothing but go with the momentum, trying to lessen the inevitable pain of impact. Nothing except lash out with his mallet one more time, trying to yank her feet out from under her as well.
She can take him down, and he will take her with him.]
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Ahhh—?!
[He's so fast.
Yasusada lashes out with his mallet and the force of the blow sends her off her feet. She hits the ground hard, her grip loosening on her mallet - it clatters a small distance away. Within arm's reach, if she stretches, but -
She wasn't expecting the impact, wasn't braced for it, and it's left her dazed.]
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He did what he had to, so he flings the mallet away as he gets to his knees. He won't use their ridiculous tools more than he has to. Instead, he draws what strength he has left, and lunges at her with his arms outstretched.
If you're looking for an easier death just let him snap your neck, wasn't it?
Good thing the Shinsengumi were a well-rounded bunch.]
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She is no less determined, but she is less skilled.
Flayn makes a strangled noise as he gets hold of her, and she struggles, but isn't able to break his hold. If she can just— just last a little longer, then maybe she can regain some ground here, but—
It doesn't feel like she can. It feels like she's running out of time.
She can't really see anyone from this vantage point, not even if she tilts her head back. But she chokes out--]
I chose to fight. Do not blame him—
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But he's come this far. He can't let any of them down now. If he can just make it clean and quick--]
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[Except it sure is hailing out here, isn't it?]
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Then their positions are reversed. She's lunging forward, and her hands are around his neck, and they're shaking.]
I am sorry. I am so sorry—
[But she has to live. She can't hesitate.
Taking a breath, she grips and twists in an attempt to snap his neck.]
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He probably has a little more strength to keep fighting. But anything he could do to break from her hold would cause her more pain than he'd like. She deserved the chance to end his life herself, and she's done so admirably. It's more than he would have expected from certain others, standing outside this ring.
And in truth--
--he's tired.
One of them has to be left behind. Privately, selfishly, quietly, he's glad it wasn't him.
She gets her hands on him, and he smiles at her, just a little. He closes his eyes.
It would be cruel, to make her do it for him.]
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It isn't fair. She's about to end his life, so how can he smile? He has so much to live for, he has a person he wants to protect. Someone sleeping, outside of this game, who is depending on him and everyone else to bring him home.
...but she has people to protect, too.
Flayn's eyes fill with tears.]
I am so sorry.
[She repeats the words in a whisper, and then twists again. Quickly, and as firmly as she can. She feels his bones snap with a sickening crunch. It's a sound she won't be able to put out of her mind for a long, long time.
When he's still, she slumps over, her body wracking with sobs. She doesn't seem at all inclined to move away from his corpse.
Yamatonokami Yasusada is dead, and Flayn feels so intensely guilty over it that she kind of wishes she was, too.]
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All of the directors turn toward the gray cabin and start to walk that way, but... maybe everything's not finished just yet.]