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the final battle...

hey guys... so i guess this is the end , here are the final battle entries!!!

Uriah, District 2 male - 

I awake to the sound of the cannon, BOOM! Everyone jerks awake, another BOOM from the cannon. By my calculations this means it’s only our group of allies left. I don’t think anyone has realised as they are all looking at one another confused. I waste no time and pull three chakrams from my belt and throw the first a Poppie, who is closest to me. I slice her abdomen, she’ll probably drown in her own blood but I don’t have time to finish her off, it’s every tribute for themselves now and any tribute thinking otherwise is stupid! I quickly pull a throwing axe from my sheath and throw it, it embeds itself Aspen’s forehead. I don’t have time to retrieve my weapons as this cave is far too claustrophobic to fully battle anyone else, it’s too dangerous so I run out of the cave entrance into the bitter, crisp morning air. I can hear shouts and screams from other tributes. Chris follows after me his daggers raised. He throws one and it penetrates my previously injured left arm and I cry out in agony. We both pant, condensation rising into the cold winter air. 

“It’s nothing personal.” Chris says, as we circle one another assessing each other, but I am trained in the art of combat, whilst Chris mostly likely is not so as he takes a step forward jabbing his sword towards my stomach I slide and kick him out from under his feet. He collapses to the frozen floor in a heap I withdraw my own dagger kneeling down to slice his throat.

BAM!  His fist connects with my right-temple and I fall back dazed. He scrambles to his feet pulling his sword on me. I scramble back pulling my own sword, he thrusts and I block just in time. I shove as hard as I can against his sword and he staggers a little, giving me enough time to get to my feet for a fair fight. I lick my lips as we begin to circle one another again. I am the first to attack this time and I lunge just catching the edge of his jumper. We jab and block a few more times while I wait for an opening, he steps wrong and I charge forward driving my sword through this chest, he stands for a moment staring at me is eyes wide with shock before crashing to the floor. I wipe the sweat forming on my brow and yank the sword from his chest. All is quiet, the other tributes must have dispersed, and some are probably already dead. I grip the dagger in my left arm and tug, blood spills down my arm, and I quickly gather up some untouched snow and press it to the wound wincing, opening my backpack I pull out the medical kit I received at the feast and quickly tie a bandage as tight as I can to stop the blood flow.

 I head back into the cave to assess the damage, Connor lies sprawled on the cave floor his eyes glazed. I approach him tentatively picking up his trident and examining it.

“Sorry…” I whisper, I hear a grown further to the back. “Who’s there?” I call raising Connor’s trident in my right-hand. Another grown in response, I edge closer and see a pool of blood, it’s Magdalena. She clutches her stomach where a dagger sticks out. I narrow my eyes, her face is pale and she smiles at me. 

“Hi, Uriah.” She whispers. “Come to finish me off?” She asks her eyes can’t quite focus on me and O brush the hair from her sweating forehead, peering into her piercing blue eyes which seem dull and lifeless. She’s dying. 

“Who did this to you?” I ask cupping her chin. It takes a moment for her to answer. I shake her. “Come on, Magdalena tell me!” I urge. She lets out a tired sigh.

“Apollo.” She rasps. I nod. “Uriah?” She says as I stand up to leave.

“Yeah?” I say quietly. “Can you do it?” She says, I know what she means, She wants me to kill her, it’s the most rational and kindest thing to do she’s dead anyway. I swallow hard, and withdraw my sword, she’s too far gone to notice me as plunge the sword into her forehead. I don’t look back, I have one more kill.