Soon, it was time for the next match. Once everybody entered the arena, the gamemaster gave a speech. “I have heard about what happened earlier, and I would like to apologize. I trusted Eric, and I thought that he would do a better job…” the gamemaster stared off for a few seconds. “But I promise that it will never happen again. Now, it is time for the match!” He pulled out a piece of paper. “Today’s fight is… Scrapper vs Mark!” (@Monopoly) The crowd cheered. “W-w-what?” Mark said, surprised. “C’mon, get in the arena!” The gamemaster said. “B-but I-” the gamemaster shoved Mark into the arena. Mark looked up at Scrapper’s Menacing stature. “…I have made a huge mistake” Mark whimpered. The gong was struck. “Fight!”
One specific line caught Kad’s attention. Would do a better job… He thinks. He put Eric up to killing Tarkur! He concludes. He looks around to find the fighter sitting nearest him.
Mark charged blindly with his sword, flailing wildly in the air. He tried to strike scrapper with the blade, but couldn’t even make a dent in the armor.
Mark raise his shield, stopping the sword from impaling him. Mark was pushed backwards into a rock by the force of scrapper’s blade. Mark tried again to hit scrapper with his sword, but the brittle metal blade shattered of Scrapper’s body. He tried to use the broken sword as a shank, but he couldn’t break the surface of Scrapper’s body. Frustrated, tired and defeated, Mark gave up, and left himself vulnerable to Scrapper’s attack.
Mark was riddled with fatal bullet wounds. He collapsed to the ground, sputtering blood. The gamemaster looked on in disappointment. “Wow, what an anticlimactic fight.” He said, shaking his head. Mark took one last look at the warriors. He weakly reached out to them with his hand. The gamemaster pulled a lever, and a trapdoor opened beneath Mark. A sickening thud was heard as he hit the bottom. “Oh well, I guess he didn’t have what it took.” The gamemaster said. “Scrapper wins. Fighters, you may now head back to the barracks.”
Mark never returned to the barracks, and it was likely that he never would. Although Mark’s absence left a feeling of emptiness in the room, it wasn’t the only thing that was missing.
@L.O.S.S-KAL
Leadhead’s syringes were missing. Not only that, but upon closer inspection, the shattered syringe that Eric had used was the exact same kind that Leadhead owned.
At this point, Most people would assume that Leadhead is seeming a little suspicious. However, it didn’t take long for leadhead to find the syringes. They were all under Controller of ice’s bunk; And they were all filled with the exact same fluid used in Tarkur’s assassination attempt.
Suddenly, a voice came on the intercom. “Fighters, please head to the arena for the next match.” In the Arena, the gamemaster opened with another speech. “I have some sad news for you today. Mark is dead.” He said, bowing his head. “We did everything we could, but he couldn’t be saved. I guess he just wasn’t strong enough… anyways, it is time for today’s match.” The gamemaster took out a piece of paper. “A rematch between Tarkur and Controller of ice! Fighters, get ready!” The gong was struck. “Fight!” @Tarkur @controller_of_ice
