Fortune's Fool | Open
Aliya stumbled along the line of trees in the arena. Unfortunately, she rarely experienced smooth awakenings from cryosleep. Rubbing at a patch of dry, itchy skin on her arm, she struggled to retain her vision. "Get a grip, Aliya." She grumbled under her breath, making a mental note to report to the med bay and request an adjustment on her pharmaceutical dosage as Arden had formerly advised. Ignoring the pestering feeling of anxiety tightening her chest, she paused in her path, senses slowly coming into affect.
Musty, earthy soil scent? Check. Brisk wind? Check. As disoriented as she was, she could vaguely make out the jungle-like terrain and white-hot sun. She continued her mental check list, regaining feeling in her arms and legs. Slight freezer burn? Check. The sound of twigs cracking caught her ears next. She fervently prayed to whatever was out there that it was a teammate who had found her, not a member of the opposing team. To her astonishment, it wasn't an anticipated ally nor a dreaded opponent; it wasn't even human. A terrifying creature with boils tarnishing its dark scaly skin snarled into her face, rows of fangs dripping with thick cloudy saliva.
She was well versed in the use of obstacles in Corbulo events, but she did not expect to encounter one posthaste. Aliya stumbled backwards a few steps and lost her footing. The cadet cursed herself silently. There was no way she could fight it off in her current state.












