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xxxxxwhat owen possesses in strength, he lacks in speed: speed to run, speed to process, and speed to respond. his crouch was very stable, well that was before a body tore out from around a corner and fell atop him. where the smaller body rolled, his bulkier body did not. instead, he fell onto his butt and against the block wall he had previously been crouched against, his legs now in front of him rather than tucked below. his sword was still held tightly in his hand and he pushed aside the throbbing that now took place in his shoulder from breaking his fall against the wall, but too slow. the barrel of a gun now took up residence against his back. he stiffed, eyes looking over his shoulder at his rather clumsy attacker. she clearly wasn't the brightest- you had to be stupid to run around the corner of a battle arena without looking first to see what, or who, might be lurking about, but that did not matter because she had the gun and in this situation, he was the one looking incompetent. which was ironic because he wasnt the one laying awkwardly on the floor in pain.
xxxxxowen listened closely to the small girl, whom he recalled was nokia from the factions, as she spoke in a threat that faltered amusingly to him. her hair was dyed and he knew this because she just did not look like it suited her well. he judged this based off the ethnicity he was unable to find a name for at the moment, but he responded to her taunt with a curt snort of humor. that was all he had the time to do. she was obviously injured, more than him by the sound of it, and that must have certainly helped her attacker gain the upper hand. yet another small girl leapt from the shadows into the alleyway. what is this, a party? the darker haired girl he had yet to remember the name of kicked the gun from the other's hand, and much to owen's relief, not firing a bullet off into his back in the process. she now stood, having injured nokia even further, atop him, sword pointed down at him. because she seemed to be wise in the way she got things done, owen found himself fearing her much more so than the blonde, especially because since he knew not who she was, he also didn' know what world she comes from and with that, what abilities she might have.
xxxxxhis grip tightened around the sword in his hand, eyes narrowed as he processed what she was saying. and then it hit him: she wants the wand. he didn't dare look at where he had it tucked into his pants, but it all made sense now. she was a witch without her wand, and thus, the playing field between the two was leveled and it had to remain that way if he stood a fighting chance at getting out of here alive.
xxxxxpulling his sword close to him, balancing the point onto the concrete, and resting his chin upon the handle, the boy smiled. "go ahead. there are no such thing as friends here." his challenge was childish, he had to admit, but he was testing the girl's boundaries, seeing just how far she'd threat before she actually did what she promised to do. he rose from his fallen crouch, feeling the bruising of his shoulder beginning to fade away as he did so. he kept his grip on his sword tight though, as he stood across from the girl. though his challenge portrayed the opposite, he still knew he should be careful around her; she knew what she was doing. taller than she but just a slightly bit leaner, he definitely saw a chance between them if it came to their swords clashing in battle. she was smaller than most demons he fought back home, but owen recognized his weaknesses, that being speed, and he knew he had to assume that she excelled at that. caution was necessary.

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xxxxxestelle's green eyes stared out the balcony, as frozen as her body was, when the door to her little hideaway crashed open against the apartment wall beside it. her eyes saw nothing though; they were a blank slate. she had submerged herself into her own thoughts of crazed fear and anxiety to even really see anything. and her mind screamed the question: what do i do now? she turned around to face what she assumed to be her attacker. it was an involuntary reaction, her body seemed to be worked on a mind completely separate from her own, but whose ever mind was controlling her body, they clearly were making the right decisions. as a sybil, her power only worked when she was looking into the eyes of whoever's intention she was trying to read. so, staring out a balcony with her back turned to someone who was most likely going to kill her wasn't a wise choice.
xxxxxher eyes only began to process what she was seeing when her blonde ponytail slapped against her back with her sharp head turn. quite frankly, she had expected a tribute quite opposite than oscar travers, the wizard from hogwarts. in her fear when the door first opened, her mind had placed the image of one of the demi-gods towering over her like their godly parent would, and even briefly of kenneth, the caster she came into the games with from her world, because he scared her just as much as the demi-gods, even with her understanding of him and his darkness claiming. but seeing oscar, the rather slender boy with dark, shaggy hair, she was quickly overcome with the realization that the magic he held in his stick they called a wand could kill her just as easily as an offspring of a god.
xxxxxher mouth parted, once again at a loss for what to do. her eyes were wide with fear as they traveled from the boy before her, to the wand he held pointed at her, to the white orb of light that hovered a foot above her head, and then back to him, more specifically, his eyes. he won't hurt me unless i hurt him. the power of a sybil was very difficult to explain. it fell along the lines of a mind reader, though not quite as informative and in depth. it was more like a realization, like a blanket being tossed over ones head. it was slow to fall at first, but once it finally did you were submerged beneath it. there was no actual work that she had to do, except look into the person's eyes; her mind did all the work for her, just as it did now. don't do anything stupid, it said and he won't be the one to kill you.
xxxxx"oscar." even though in her mind she knew she was safe as long as she did not make a move towards him, it was still rather difficult for her to compose herself. her mind was still fumbling and for the life of her she couldn't think of anything other to say than his name. and the way she said it wasn't even a question, like she was asking for clarification on who he was. she just said it in her shakey, small voice because she knew who he was. she knew all the tributes by name and ability because she figured in training that would be her best asset, considering her power was relatively useless ( except for now, now she was actually quite thankful for it ) like her physical abilities. saying his name was all she could think of, but she knew it wasn't good enough. "you're oscar." really? still not good enough. she swallowed, rising from her crouch by the balcony slider very slowly, as she was still well aware of the magic stick pointed at her, with her palms held out in front of her in a lazy like surrender. "yo- you can lower that if you'd like. it's not needed." oh, the capitol must be getting irritated at this. vaguely aware that the capitol, the runner of this death game, was watching, she knew they'd be mad at the lack of fighting going on. it was the fights between the tributes that made the show. she glanced around the room, once at the orb above her still, and then back to oscar. she tried desperately to try and sound as though she wasn't pooping her pants in anticipation. "i wonder how many cameras the game makers had placed in this room alone." she swallowed. it's kinda weird to think we're being watched right now, right?" she kept telling herself, he won't hurt you if you won't hurt him, but just in case he suddenly changed his mind, she kept her eyes locked onto his, so if the moment comes that he did, her mind would tell her. estelle would like to know before the moment comes that she dies.

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