14 Hunger Games Knockoff (5)

First Person POV Rules

Italic text like this, are the thoughts that are accessible to everything in a characters mind in first person.

Normal text like this is the character describing what they are doing in a sort of pseudo-omniscient narration.

"Text like this are people talking", whether that be the character the POV is following or people talking around them.

-Text like this are the thoughts of anything in the characters mind- this rules both applies to second consciousnesses and certain types of magic, like long distance communication between two people.

Third Person POV Rules

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Describing

-Another persons thoughts in someone else's head-

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In another part of the blood filled forest, now turned night.

Two people, one a young man, the other a seemingly old, tall lady barely alive, but still blasting spells, but instead of using a Terrasphere, she is surprisingly using Old Magic.

Her fingers bleeding profusely, that very blood being used to draw the necessary runes mid air.

"Just die you old hag!" The young man shouts, wielding a Terrasphere, but instead in the shape of a sword. As he swings it, he shouts "Magic Blade!" and an energy blade flies towards his opponent.

The glowing orb on his sword dims a bit, indicating the use of its available energy, now almost completely dimmed. While the old woman opposite him bites another one of her fingers, allowing it to bleed before drawing mysterious, unintelligible symbols out of her blood which seemingly floats there before glowing blue.

The blood shimmers, before morphing into a translucent shield. 

She ages visibly after the casting and breaths heavily at the pain.

She long ran out of mana, and her current state is a result of her using he own life force to keep fighting, she was originally no older than 30, but her opponent has been drawing out their fight for hours.

Micromanaging his Terraspheres energy while forcing her to expend all her mana at alarming rates, eventually finishing it and beginning to age her.

He has been spamming the only spell in his arsenal and mostly relying on swordsman ship, showing he had never touched a Terrasphere before he got into slavery and was still talented enough to create a spell, while talented with swords.

To be able to drain the mana from a person with so much mana is a feat in of itself.

'Curse this body...' she thinks to herself, cursing her unluckiness at her 'blessed' mana reserved, and while she is distracted and no longer able to move, her opponent uses another spell to cut her clean in half.

Her upper half flying through the air, spinning multiple times in quick succession, spraying blood all over the nearby trees and grass, which shimmers in the moonlight.

It drops to the ground and the young man sighs before taking a seat against a tree, but his rest doesn't last long as to his immense horror a spear thrusts straight through the tree and into his body.

"Fuc-glruuuk" he barely resists as blood pools into his lungs, fainting from pure shock. The culprit shows themselves as they pull their spear free and walk around the tree and make sure the man is dead by stabbing him a few times with a knife in his other hand.

The man- no boy, stands there covered in blood. A long two days of constant fighting and one of the final enemies left until he gets out of the hell he has been living.

"God I want to eat something so bad..." he sighs, looking at the dead body on the ground before moving on.

He found out the hard way everything in the forest is not edible in the slightest. Probably done on purpose to urge us to kill others faster than hunger can kill us.

But he wont go as far as eating another person. 

'There should be a few more people...' he sighs internally, he had also been scouting the entire forest, and found any people trying to hide until they decide to just kill everyone, and then he obviously killed them.

From what he gathered there should be 3 or so people left in the forest if he hadn't missed anyone, each of them being stronger than the last.

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Walking through the forest, I ignore the horrible attempt to hide a little bit further into the forest.

One of the few survivng people left, trying to ambush me, but of course, with me being as perfect as I am I detected them with ease.

-I did, you mouth breather-

What was that? Huh... I swear I heard some annoying buzzing.

-...-

Now, how should I go about this... he doesn't have a Terrasphere I think, if he did he would of already blasted me to bits, so he is a fighter thats really good at hand to hand.

He looks like an orc, so this might be a hard fight.

Deciding there is no more merit in waiting, I sprint forward towards his hiding spot and brandish my knife, he quickly jumps from his hiding and prepares to fight me.

As suspected, he is huge, more than 8 feet of pure grey muscle brandishing a mace for a weapon. He roars brutally and swings down right at my head.

I quickly jump out of the way, and his mace impacts the ground which spreads cracks all over the ground, denting the semi loose soil.

You know he's strong when a blunt attack can displace that much dirt, which would otherwise dampen any force you apply on it.

This guy doesn't need magic, he can turn a mage into paste just by slapping them.

I quickly rise to my feet as he tries to take a swing at me again, I duck under his swing as it hits a tree, snapping it in half like a twig, I twist my knife, and stab him right in his leg and twist the knife a few times to make sure he can't use that leg anymore,

"Shit!" he curses as I move out of the way of another attack.

He drops to one knee as he attempts to stop the bleeding in his legs.

"Annoying little fly!" he roars, rising to his feet regardless of the injury and he soon begins running right at me, albeit at a slower speed than he usually would.

"Bring it bitch." 

I run forward, but stop in my tracks and cock back my knife and chuck it right at him full speed, with no experience ion knife throwing it obviously doesn't stay straight and instead spins mid air and its him right in the eye with the handle.

"Shit!" he curses, closing the now red and watery eye, the size difference between us allows me to hide in the blind spot created by only one of his eyes being open and before he can turn to face where I am, I manage to thrust my spear into his side.

"Shit!" 

This time, the loud curse comes from me, as my spear snaps as I try to retract it, but the damage is already done. I surprisingly stabbed quite deep into his body as he passes out from pure shock and drops to the ground.

I quickly scurry for my knife and stab him right in the head to end his life, there is no where else I can stab him that will actually reach a vital organ with such a small knife.

"Phew, just a few more people hopefully..." I mutter to myself, grabbing the broken off spear from inside this bitches body, before walking off once again.

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Bow down my subjects! Praise me! Submit yourselves to me! Give me your offerings of stones, and you shall be free of my wrath!

Anyway.

This story is climbing the 30 day rankings very slowly, so thanks for that, but after 20 or so more days, once its out of that range it wont qualify for the rankings anymore. 

So keep throwing those stones at me.