Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5118755-20130225225353

Thin. The shifter scales, clattering in an endless torment of valiant cries. Jet black, smoothly slicing through the soft suffocated earth, diving through the uproar of clouding dirt, swirling around the vicious clattering body of the venomous snake. Winding around the edge, stretching round and round the isle, with an end not even in sight. Its eyes glittering in the silvery mist, that lies on the ground. Piercing the soul, but none of the tributes grasp the sight, even they have heard of this wise, wonderful yet destructive and mind cringing beast. That had riddled history with its devling stare. The eyes of the tributes drift to the ground, or soar to the sky. Avoiding the area this great beast absorbs. 2 fangs hanging over the edge of the lip, each coated in a thick purple adolescent liquid, dripping to the floor, and creating a small pool, dissolving through the ground, and striking into the distance of the aqueous outside. Dissapearing beyond sight. Silver is the quickest to move, an arrow loaded in her bow within seconds, and fired within another few, sent straight down a single way path, and striking the pupil, sending a squirt of blood. Blinding the might beast in one eye.

With this initial movement, the other three takes their first moves. Piper raises her knife, and darts forward to the side of the beast, and climbs aboard its back, digging her leg deep beneath the scales. Her knife is withdrawn with in seconds, and is about to be dug beneath the ever shifting sea of scales, into the supple fresh glowing flesh, when the beast jerks backwards, its head raised up, thrashing, throwing Piper into the dust. Armstrong through has taken the attack route from the ground, swinging a rock he found, trying to break as many scales, and create a big enough gash. Despite the 4 of them not being on the same team, all of the remaining tributes seem to be working in sync. Thias still recovering from his broken nose, Armstrong pummeling away at the side, Silver firing arrows at the second eye, wanting to blind the creature completely, Piper avoiding the tail, trying to make her way back onto the back of the elegant thrashing manic soldier, coated in thick armour, that none of the tributes can seem to break. 