#a: d2

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Anatolia Noctabelle ✖ Arena: Day Two ✖ Status Update

Location↠North

Items↠One bow, ten arrows (laced in poison), one sword, one ax, one dagger (laced in poison), two knives (bound to the underside of shoes), rope, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a blanket and pack six (a box of matches, two bandages, four bottles of water, a map of the maze, a sleeping bag, a jar of blueberry jam, and four strips of beef jerky)

Ally↠Mallory Queen, my fellow huntress and dear sister

Injuries↠Lacerations on neck (fading), minor scrapes and bruises (scarring over and healing), puncture wound on side (stitched and disinfected), severed leg (cauterized, replaced by wonderfully whittled wood that is bound by thick, strong vines), cut on upper arm (disinfected and stitched), scratches on face, neck, and arms (disinfected), infection in wounds that were open (killed with rubbing alcohol) 

Kills↠District 11 Male, District 8 Male, Arlene Reynold, Rowan Archer

Notes↠Upon escaping from the cabin which threatened to close in on Mallory and me, we immediately decided to go hunting, using the top of the maze walls as our mode of transportation. But, as a result of the air being so very thin that high up, we were forced to retreat to the ground after about fifteen minutes of trekking. Soon, we located a new competitor: Rowan Archer. After successfully disposing of her in a fierce battle, Mallory and I disinfected our wounds, and sought a new campsite. 

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And the Walls Kept Tumbling Down | | Anatolia + Mallory | | Arena: Day Two

A tranquil sleep is what Hypnos gifts me throughout the night. I dream only of successful battles, triumphant conquests, and deserved survival. But, my dreams do fade away once the tendrils of reality pull me forth from my illusions of freedom and forests. 

Whereas my dreams were only calm and serene, the scene I awaken to is nothing of the sort. Beams of support have been strewn about the room, the table holding the feast has been destroyed by debris, and the walls have inched closer and closer to the point where they soon will begin to destroy the beds on which Mallory and I lay. 

As if it is a battle against a monster, I instantly leap up. "Mallory, awaken!" I command in a clamorous, sure voice. 

I channel the ninja spirit so as to allow me to stealthily avoid pieces of the roof as the cabin threatens to collapse. I seize a chair, and, channeling the gladiator also, smash it so as to give myself a number of wooden beams. Working swiftly, I place them horizontally between the two walls to ensure that we will have a bit of time to escape before these walls suffocate us.