The Muttation Tributes and The New Enemy

Chapter Two

Ratty Rose stood next to Moledy Primlock as they watched in horror as Voldkamort deflected everything thew sent at him.

"Maybe we need to get closer to him!"

Micha suggested and the majority of them seemed to agree, but a hope full few pip in with their ideas.

"Maybe he has a weak spot!"

Rey and Ratty objected, and without anything else Ratty jumped off the cornucopia hiding behind the trees and coming up from Voldkamorts blind side, After their real tributes were almost all eliminated, with constant fighting, these tribute muttations became friends, and Ratty wasn't going to let Jack just kill them like this, 'cause even though they may not be the best at fighting, these muttations wouldn't go down without a fight.

Ratty shot an arrow out in Voldkamort's direction, but due to her terrible aim, it ended up stuck in a tree.

"Oh dear!" Ratty exclaimed.

Moledy attempted to throw a knife at Voldkamort but - despite her 12 in training - she had terrible aim too and it missed, impaling itself into the ground instead. Moledy laughed drunkenly (from all the vodka she'd had earlier) and skipped over to pick up her knife.

Quarry - the Career who hated the Capitol - was a natural born fighter. Well, if it wasn't for his terrible aim he'd be ruthless. Attempting to throw a spear at Voldkamort, he missed, hitting the ground just centimetres away from Miama. Quarry hurriedly called out an apology and rushed over to reclaim his spear.

Uma scrambled up a tree to get a better shot, but her lousy aim only made her end up shooting her arrow straight into a nearby bush.

Voldkamort smirked, nobody was going to get him anytime soon, so he may as well just kill whichever one he fancied. He lunged out.

Rey looked in horror at the attacking Voldkamort. He drowsily lunge over to a tree, narrowly dodging a swipe of Voldkamorts sword. Rye used to be a good fighter, until he died and became Rey. Now his only chance to gain anything on the brown haired man was stealth. Voldkamort had already shifted his attention to Eyevie. She was armed, which would probably help Ivy. But Eeyvie, she was much less trustworth in the matter of aim. She stood in a wide open area and the Voldkamort looked even angrier then a Salmon in a walnut tree.

Or at least, that's how Roleye put it...

Then, it was Roleye himself who decided to do something maddening. You see, although Royal lost nearly all of his physical strength during his transformation to Roleye, but there is one thing that Royal Antrim, nor Roleye Antrem would ever lose. Roleye would always be stupid.

"I am Roleye Antrem! I am the best! It's not arrogance! It's the truth!"

He shouted before running up to Voldkamort and beginning to continuously prod him with his shovel.

As Roleye attacked Voldkamort, the other tributes made a huddle to devise a strategy.

"He must die!" Quarry cried, and many others murmured in agreement.

"But we can't win now!" Moledy hissed, "We need to run away!"

Navaeh hurried up the nearest tree, glancing out into the distance. "All clear!" she shouted, "Go! I'll get Roleye!"

The other Muttations didn't wait to be asked twice, they raced off, leaving Navaeh in her tree and Roleye poking Voldkamort with a shovel.

"C'mon Roleye!" Navaeh yelled, tumbling out of the tree.

Roleye glanced back, Navaeh was the only one there and her tone of voice let him know that it was important they left as soon as possible. Whacking Voldkamort full-on in the face (which caused Voldkamort to stagger backwards, falling into a weed-filled bush) Roleye turned back and followed Navaeh away from the scene.

"Damn it!" Jack Grant snarled, "We'll just have to make some modifications to Voldkamort..."