Post by Cato on Jun 27, 2023 20:50:44 GMT -5
THE LAST OF THE FIRST
| Cato's PL: 105,000 |
| Cato's PL: 105,000 |
Cato stepped out atop the ruined cliff-face, planting her boot atop a hollowed-out tree. Though the bark was black with rot, matching the pervasive feeling of death that seemed to loom throughout the entirety of the Crags, she knew that the area had once been as rich and as beautiful as the Berri Forest itself. The whole diseased mountain and everything that surrounded it was a living reminder of the dangers the Tuffles had posed in the last war. To some, it would be a haunting memorial, and something to reinforce the importance of peace and diplomacy. To others, it was something else entirely. To others, it was an example of what happened when an invading force didn't move fast enough: when poor leadership led an army into stalemate, and conquest was denied.
Perhaps that wasn't important right now. What was important now was that Destron was still heavy on the air here, having largely survived efforts to clear the damage. While she had no doubt that the miracles that had been wrought on the ruined metropolis would soon be replicated across the Crags, that was a long way away--and for now, the mountainside battlefield she had chosen was a place of dreary reminders, noxious fumes, and ghosts upon the horizon.
She dropped activated her scouter, to signal for Vocado that she had found an appropriate place. Then, she drew her blade, steeling herself for what was to come.
She didn't want to kill Vocado, but she knew--if they were to ascend, if she were to catch Lottus, then they couldn't hold anything back. This would have to be a fight for their lives, and that meant being willing to do the worst, if the opportunity arose. It also meant avenging her last defeat to Vocado--and her defeat to Lottus. All of her defeats, since her arrival on Plant.
"You'd better hurry it up here, Vocado," she called over the scouter. "I don't plan to go grey waiting for you. Or are you having second thoughts?"
Perhaps that wasn't important right now. What was important now was that Destron was still heavy on the air here, having largely survived efforts to clear the damage. While she had no doubt that the miracles that had been wrought on the ruined metropolis would soon be replicated across the Crags, that was a long way away--and for now, the mountainside battlefield she had chosen was a place of dreary reminders, noxious fumes, and ghosts upon the horizon.
She dropped activated her scouter, to signal for Vocado that she had found an appropriate place. Then, she drew her blade, steeling herself for what was to come.
She didn't want to kill Vocado, but she knew--if they were to ascend, if she were to catch Lottus, then they couldn't hold anything back. This would have to be a fight for their lives, and that meant being willing to do the worst, if the opportunity arose. It also meant avenging her last defeat to Vocado--and her defeat to Lottus. All of her defeats, since her arrival on Plant.
"You'd better hurry it up here, Vocado," she called over the scouter. "I don't plan to go grey waiting for you. Or are you having second thoughts?"
TWC: 347
This is a closed Challenge AT between Cato and Vocado, with Wounds enabled. No regional, factional, local, etc. stakes. Just wounds!
This is a closed Challenge AT between Cato and Vocado, with Wounds enabled. No regional, factional, local, etc. stakes. Just wounds!