Author Games: The Final War

Task Two: Males

Fire Strong: Epping Collin

From inside my little protection barrier, my eyes whizzed across the arena and what it looked like. It was a strange arena with it's sand out in front of my barrier and then the land formed into a frozen lake. From what I could see there were no weapons except for scattered rocks and broken tree branches. While those were better than nothing, they were nothing like real weapons, but maybe I could use them to my advantage by using them strategically. I could grab a bunch of rocks and aim carefully at people's foreheads. It was a good way to knock people out briefly.

I felt a rush of wind smash against my face as the barrier was lifted and sent out of the arena. The horn was signalled as this happened and everyone who was circled around me ran straight towards the frozen lake, some picking up random tree branches and rocks off the ground. I just kept standing on the little platform, analysing everything that was going on around me for a couple of minutes before racing ahead, towards the slippery, frozen lake.

Sand wasn't something that was easy to run across. It was something thick and whenever you dug your feet into it, sand covered the tips of your shoes. It weighed your whole body down when you ran through it. It was weird how that happened, but luckily for me, and most likely everyone else, there wasn't much of it, but then again would people rather sand or a slippery, frozen lake? Yeah, I didn't know myself.

It felt like an eternity before I finally reached the frozen lake, rocks and branches collected in my arms. I tentatively placed my foot onto the ice, then I placed my other foot there. There was no use burning the ice so I had to swim, that probably wouldn't plan out well. Who knows what could be in this frozen lake.

I looked in front of me taking a deep, shaky breath, before shuffling across the frozen lake further, lighting fire up in both my hands to keep certain people away from me. They'd feel threatened by my fire abilities, right?

As I got further across the frozen lake I decided to run instead of the slow shuffle that I was doing. I almost slipped four times, but kept running across it, nonetheless. By now I was halfway across the frozen lake, fire still blazing from the palms of my hands.

After briefly stopping to catch my breath, I ended up throwing one of my rocks at the head of somebody who looked to be coming towards me. I quickly began moving forward again, this time, I accidentally lost my footing on the ice, slipping onto my butt with force. I groaned in pain at the impact of it, before picking myself back up slowly, melting the ice in where I put my hands. This caused there to be a small puddle of melting water to appear either side of me. Figuring out this meant the lake didn't completely form into a swimming pool, I knew I could use my fire. It's easier walking in puddles of fire than slippery ice. Just as long as I didn't completely melt it.

Once I was in a standing position, I put my fire hands on again and aimed it at the ice, walking forward, watching as puddles formed in front of me and the tips of my shoes begun to get a wet patch on them. Ignoring this, I continued to run forwards and dodged a girl who was in the way. There wasn't very far left to run anymore, just a few metres. But that few metres, honestly felt like a lifetime of running.

Breathlessly, I ran into the island where a bunch of the people already were, all fighting it out to get a hold onto a weapon. They seemed pretty desperate to get their hold on at least something. While everyone was just fighting it out, some with their newly equipped weaponry. Turning off the fire I had in my hands, I got down onto my hands and knees, being the weirdo I was, crawled through the massacre of people so that I could grab weapons unnoticed by those around me.

My hand fumbled for the handle of this one sword that was sitting right next to another girls foot, but she hadn't seemed to notice my hand as of yet, but surely it wouldn't long. I swiftly grabbed a hold of it and stood up slowly, realising that I had someone behind me pointing a knife at my back.