night three - kill log.

[foxhounds]

Who: Killers and Orion
When: The third night
Where: The jungles of Ship-Trap Island

[ It's the dead of night in the jungle. Considering the Hunt, you have to wonder if you're actually safe out here, but it at least seems quiet. Maybe you could try getting some rest, or maybe you should keep watch. Either way, that quiet may not seem very comforting. ]

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[wartorns]

["Help rest." Please. Just because he's fed up doesn't mean he wants to die. No - his will to live is strong. Stronger than this damn game he's in.

When Yasusada moves forward, faster than Orion even expected, he jumps back to avoid the slash with a grunt. It ends up slicing through the front of his chest, a shallow cut made through his jacket and breaking the skin though not going much deeper.

Right after that though, Orion jumps toward the man with a howl. If he can get him down and pinned, the sword won't be as useful.]

[yasusada]

[ He's happy to see that his blade had connected with the other's skin, though he isn't as pleased. It's upsetting knowing he can feel this rush through his body — the downsides of not being part of his vessel. He has to pay attention, he does and he's surprised that Orion doesn't inspect the cut on his body. The uchigatana is proud, the fact that someone is more focused on the battle than themselves. ]

Ah, you should let me stab you at least once. That isn't enough.

[ There's a small step back as he re-positions his blade to point forward. If he's meant to be pinned down, he doesn't mind forcing his vessel forward to stab the other through his body. Besides, he does have a secret weapon even if his blade becomes unusable. ]

[wartorns]

[He connects with Yasusada and the two fall to the ground, but Orion has no way of avoiding the stab that comes with it. It pierces into his chest, hiding his rib cage, and he lets out a blood curdling scream through it all. He's been stabbed before, hurt in many ways that most can't imagine, but it still stings every time. He fights through the pain and tries to get his hands around the man's throat.]

[yasusada]

[ There's a laugh that comes from him at the sound of the other's pain, it's enticing and he enjoys it but what gives Yamato a sort of high is the most that hands are places around his throat. Breathing becomes tedious and hard, he can't move the sword any more than just pushing it forward since it's made home within the other's body. The lack of breath makes it hard for him to do much, gasping for air and he can't push the other away due to their size difference.

Using his free hand to dig within the armor of his chest plate, he pulls out the gun from between them to point it towards the other and it's not hard to learn how to use it — pulling the trigger right at the other's heart. ]

[wartorns]

[Orion is only focused on the the way the man's face begins to turn blue and the victory that's in sight. In the back of his head he thinks how this will possibly be explained tomorrow, how he'll have to lie about it because would they even believe it was self-defense? This place is bringing out the worst in everyone, including him. That's what he hates the most really. He's not tired of the game - he's tired of how it's making him feel. Disgraced.

It's those thoughts, perhaps, that distract him from noticing the gun that gets pulled out. And the only recognition of it is the sharp popping sound in the air and the sudden shock of agonizing pain that blooms in his chest. Like his whole body is collapsing at once.

He tries to scream, but the only thing that comes out is a choke and gagging sputter of blood, all landing on the man's face below him. The strength in his body is drained and the hands wrapped around Yamato's throat lose all power behind them. He tries not to collapse in spite of his injury...but that's just the foolish hope of a warrior sent to the grave.

It doesn't last more than a few seconds and he falls on top of Yamato entirely, the life drained out of him, his breath gone and body lifeless.]