Let the Games Begin.... [TitansGamesCommence!]
Nov 20, 2012 17:22:23 GMT -6
Post by Elenaphant on Nov 20, 2012 17:22:23 GMT -6
At the Cornucopia
Supergirl was feeling horrible, but Wondergirl looked like she had it all together. Naturally she did. She was an adept warrior with a wide scope of skills. She was one of the ones who would make it out okay, but there would only be the one. If Wondergirl was going to survive, everyone else was going to die. That was the reality of it. She felt sick to her stomach, and the only way not to collapse and cry was to just not think on it. Let Wondergirl's confidence and seeming ease in the situation be infectious and take over hers. When she told her to pick a weapon, she nodded, going for a dagger. Maybe some time ago she had learned how to handle a sword, but she was so reliant on her superior strength and power she hadn't really used one. A dagger would help her defend herself--even she could stab. At least she was with her best friend. Yet... why was Batgirl leaving? It could have been the three of them. Yes, giving Robin, her precious boy wonder his bo staff was nice and expected of her, but Robin could handle himself... He had no powers taken away.
She sat, feeling bitterness creep up as time passed and they guarded their territory. The paranoia had gone, and she began peeling an apple. They had food, water, and plenty of good stuff here. They could last a week if they were unchallenged, and they had a whole arsenal of weapons. Kara didn't think she would have made it through the battle for the cornucopia, but here she was. "I wanted her to stay."She said finally, after not speaking for awhile. Wondergirl had tried, but Kara had no fighting spirit. "What if she doesn't come back... What if... Tears leaked from her light blue eyes, and she wiped them away. If this were a normal situation, Supergirl would be confidently at Barbara's side, defending her to the last. She would ensure that no one got to her. Now...
"AUGH!" She threw the apple aside in a fit of frustration and anger, and pressed her palms into her face. She was strong. She could fight, but she felt so weak... She couldn't protect herself, let alone anyone else.Far Reaches Of The Forest
Starfire was well away from the others, having travelled deep without stopping. Her breathless lungs didn't give way while her long legs darted through the foliage. She wanted the distance and she got it. Starfire had no weapons, no power, but she was a warrior, fresh from the carnage of war. Her culture was Spartan-like and she had been trained to fight, but within her ability. The princess was no tactical master, but she had some idea of what odds were and how to maintain her head in these tense situations.
Immediately, she knew she stood out in her environment. The girl caked her skin and hair with mud and willingly attached leaves and the like--same with her clothes. She needed a disguise. It wasn't the greatest but it meant that without sharp eyes she would not be spotted at a distance. Starfire had enough time to drink, to pace and think, to tense at every broken twig and sound, and finally darkness was arriving and there had been no incident.
There was only one offensive skill she could put to use that had any semblance of how she would fight before. Lifting up a heavy rock, she threw it toward her intended target. Throwing starbolts was not the same, but it required aim. Starbolts were faster. Starbolts were lighter. Starbolts still required aim. She spent her time practising to accommodate strength, working at different distances and weights, even shapes, to try and get a gauge of how she would do aiming to throw something at a head.
It was disheartening. One, they were immobile targets, while hers would be moving, thinking flesh and blood. Two, while she was impressive all things considered, it would not beat weapons. It would not beat what she had. Perhaps if she had her usual strength... The muscles in her arms never felt so feeble before. Then, there was the consideration that she really didn't want to kill anyone. She could--she very much could--if it came down to it, but they were friends... X'hal be with her when she confronted someone.
Night was coming and she needed sleep. She continued further, drawing closer to the edges without knowing, and found herself a thick enough bush to hide her. Unless someone just as far and happened to find her in the night, she would live through this first day. She didn't know who she hoped to find, really. The Tamaranean had a difficult time getting to sleep, and she wasn't even cold.