The 100th Annual Hunger Games (not accepting)

[Firazon]

He turned to her his eyes full of worry. "You alright". He said through clenched teeth.

[~Erica~]

Tristan's gaze darkened, "No Vienna, don't think like that. I'm not about to die, and nor are you if I have anything to say about it." he told her forcefully.

Erica nodded, "Ya, I'm fine." she lied rather unconvincingly. She would deal with the pain, she had to if they were going to survive.

[Firazon]

He was about to reply when he stopped and held his finger to his lips. There was the thrashing sound. Then a scorpion came out of the bushes and looked around with its beady eyes. It smelled someone but couldnt sense were they were.

[~Erica~]

Erica's eyes widened as a scorpion appeared too, 'Crap' she mouthed making no noise. 'What now?' she mouthed at Areo.

[Firazon]

"Dont move". He whispered back. The unfortunately a bird landed next to him. The scorpion turned and lashed out its tail and caught Aero in the leg. " Shoot". he said and started to jump again.

[~Erica~]

Erica stayed still, the scorpion still didn't know she was there. She let out a silent scream as it hit Areo with it's tail, but didn't move. It was the best way to stay alive.

[Firazon]

It stopped as it heard the scream and lashed out hitting the bark next to her. Aero as stupid as he is in endangering his life jumped on it. It screeched and stabbed at him. He jumped and it stabbed itself. Then it dug undergrounnd and was gone.

[~Erica~]

she didn't make any noise when she screamed hence the word silent, but that's okay))

The scorpion disappeared after it stabbed itself so Erica clambered down the tree as fast as she could. She dropped down next to Areo clenching her teeth as her leg his the ground. "Areo you okay?" she gasped out still slightly shocked.

[Firazon]

( Ahh sorry ill say the bird was next to you and singing lol)


He smiled. Ya". Although his face had turn an ashen gray. "We have to get to camp". He said.

[~Erica~]

"No kidding, we're not far." Erica replied, his face was turning gray. Not a good sign. She held out a hand to help him up and consulted her internal compass. For some reason she could always tell where she was, and which direction she was headed in.