forum Camp Jupiter RP - CLOSED (CALORIES & LAIRE FOREVER!)

Started April 03, 2018 by @BookAddict

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Cato glanced behind him once before rounding a bend in the corner. The banners were almost in sight; all he had to do was grab them.

(Do they grab them and then they win or do they have to bring them back too?)

Aubrey sighed. My turn. She dropped in front of the boy who had entered the room. "You want the flags? You have to get through me."

Valerie followed, leaving Sage to deal with the soldiers coming through. Half of them were already pigs anyways.

“Yeah…” Cato sighed, “I guess so.” He pulled out another trick and tossed it at Aubrey, not pausing to watch the net unfold. Cato grabbed the banner and ran out the doorway opposite the way he had come.
(Do they have to bring the flags somewhere? Also not trying to make him invincible or anything, he’ll run out eventually if you guys want to throw more stuff in his way.)

Valerie cursed and helped Aubrey out of the net, then took a shortcut to follow Cato. She skidded to a stop into a hall, watching him round the corner.

“Seriously?” Cato grumbled, skidding to a halt. He faced Valerie in the hallway, the two a few yards apart.

“Morning,” she said, holding her sword in a defensive stance.

“It’s actually late afternoon, early evening at this point,” Cato replied conversationally, holding his scythe at the ready.

“It’s morning if you want to make it Morning,” she said, flicking her wrist a little to alter the Mist.

“Yep, I’ve heard about that mist-y stuff. But I work in hard reality, so… yeah. Are we gonna spar again or not?” Cato tied the banner around his shoulders and waited.

“Sure,” she said, running at him.

Except not really.
Cause Mist.
But he doesn’t know that!

Cato swung at Valerie, but when his sword parted the mist-vision-thing, he immediately hopped to the side, pressing himself flat against the hallway’s wall. Valerie’s sword flew by, missing him by inches.

She hissed, and raised her sword, actually sparring with him now. She did her best to make distractions with the Mist, but they were at best weak.

At one point, the banner on Cato’s back was ripped off, spiraling away and hanging itself limply over a torch bracket on the wall. Cato groaned internally as his braced foot throbbed, threatening to give out, but on the outside he was as determined as ever.

Valerie, in a last ditch attempt at the Mist, faked her dropping her sword and falling, using the chance to get behind Cato.

At that moment, Cato’s ankle collapsed, sending him flailing backwards and on top of Valerie. He groaned out loud this time, but not out of annoyance or humiliation: pain. Cato’s vision doubled as waves of white-hot agony washed over him.

Valerie dragged him up, sword at his neck. She couldn’t kill, but it was a cool show. “Off we go,” she muttered, grabbing the banner down and pulling them back to the room.

Cato passed out, his last thought being: Please don’t let the brace cut off my blood flow again. That would suck. And I’d have no foot.

//yes

She brought Cato to the sidelines. “We’re gonna need a medic!” She called.