Chris listened carefully, counting the number of cannons that had gone off this evening. He managed to count two that had only came a bit after the announcement of the feast, just now he managed to count two more making him come to a belief that he and one more person were left in these dreadful games. With only that fact in his mind was enough to make him feel uneasy, this wasn't suppose to happen. He wasn't suppose to make it this far, the odds weren't suppose to be in his favour- compared to everyone else it didn't quite make sense for him to be one of the two people left. He's a pacifist after all... But could he even say that now? After what he had did only a few nights ago?

He shook his head, making his mind clear of thoughts.

He's not going to think about that now, he's just going to carry on with this- move to a different destination and see what happens.

With a sigh the blonde picked himself up, shifting into a dingo before taking off into the night.

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Sythia was moving as well, eyes looking all over the ground beneath her in order to spot the last mutant. She wondered who it was that she would be having the last showdown with. Part of her believed that it would be the wolf-raven mutant, another part believed it would be that girl from district four. Heck, maybe it would be the psychopath with one eye. But either way, she didn't care too much about it. She felt as if it would be a simple win, regardless.

The wind continued to stream past her, running through her hair, hitting her face as her wings continued to flap beside her. She flew high, the landscape zooming underneath her, all of it being a blend of colours as they all blurred into one another.

Only one person left. And that person will die.

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The sun rays touched the sky with delicacy, the navy blue being tinted with a slight grey- the stars and the moon growing fainter by the minute. Patches of white were beginning to be revealed, the clouds looking extra fluffy for the day. A breeze weaved itself in each of the terrains that they were all present and accounted for. 

It began it's journey in the winter terrain, snow flakes touching lightly onto the white floor that was dusted with crimson from last nights two kills. It then slowly wove itself through the trees that were apart of the forest ring, leaves rustling- turning over due to the light force. Beams and bits of wood creaked in the ruins of the city- a small cloud of dust being gathered up as the wind continued to make it's journey before seeming to disappear in the swamp where a plethora of smells lay.

The force of air then began it's circuit around the cornucopia where all twenty-four plates stood- circling the mass structure. Unlike a week ago they all remain vacant, no one standing on them ready to race into a game of death. 

Every single terrain was bare and empty, that is until you reached the rather rocky one. Perched one of the many ledges that were present was Chris, his long and slender fingers already curling on some nook to pull himself higher- his golden eyes narrowed in determination. He heaved himself up, laying on the dusty area as he tried to catch his breath. He brought a hand to his brow, closing his eyes momentarily as he took the time to slow his rapid heartbeat.

However the point of that was non-existent as Sythia landed a bit away from him, loose stones skirting away from her feet. She looked down at the dingo boy, who was quickly picking himself up- eyes wide in slight surprise. 

"So...Out of everyone it's you I'm fighting." She said in a monotone voice, her face free from any expression.  

"Look, we don't have to fight." Said Chris, still keeping a cool head now. He had his hands in front of him, looking as if he was trying to calm her down, "we don't really need to do anything, okay? So why don't we just... Relax?" 

"You don't sound so sure on that." She said rather bluntly, not looking all that impressed.

"Well- uh- my point still-" Before he could even finish his sentence Sythia lunged, her arm outstretched to reveal she had a tanto in her grasp. Chris just managed to slide past, the blade cutting close to his cheekbone allowing his blood to make an escape. He spun around, eyes wide as Sythia too turned, her ruby red eyes narrowed with anger.

The two extremely agile players continued to fight one another, a dance seeming to be created out of it. One was always alluding the attacks while the other was always making them. One was calm, in favour of making peace while the other was driven, in favour for death. 

With frustration now pumping through her veins Sythia made another lunge, her hands gripping onto Chris's shirt as her wings spread out from behind her allowing for her to make a rapid ascent. It was quite obvious what she was going to do with this advantage that she has, and Chris was most certainly not oblivious to it. In utter panic his claws unseathed, digging into the arms of Sythia who instantly yelled out in reaction. His grip around her arms tightened even more as they went higher and higher. 

Sythia growled, trying desperately to let go of the blonde who was now beginning to kick slightly. It would have seem the fight had taken to the sky doing well in distracting Sythia who was trying to peel the dingo mutant off of her. Sadly he still clung on, his claws not leaving her arms which were the cause of her distraction as she rapidly backed into the face of the mountain, her back hitting the rough and jagged surface. 

She gasped as something sharp pierced through her wing being a good enough reason for the fall of the two of them. They hit hard, the impact causing large waves of pain to be created and groans to be sounded. 

Chris had landed on a higher ledge then Sythia who was laying some meters below him, the pain in both of her wings and her body overcoming her- making her extremely disorientated. 

Cuts, bruises and blood covered the body of Christopher Jackelon, who was slowly picking himself up again- eyes clouded with pain due to the breaking of his right arm. Ever so slightly the boy appeared over the edge spotting Sythia there who was too focused on her own injuries. He slowly looked up to a ledge quite higher then them, noticing a large boulder perched there- looking as if it was going to fall any minute onto the bat girl. 

He looked back down again, his words laced with pain as he spoke, "Sythia. Here, grab my hand." He leaned over, a fair bit of his torso hanging over the ledge as he offered his good hand to her, wanting to save her before she got squashed. 

She slowly turned her head to look at him, eyes filled with pain as well but no emotion mixed in with them. 

"No." She said, "I don't accept help." 

"C'mon Sythia." He pleaded, his hand still outstretched, "I'm not going to let you be killed, just grab onto my hand." 

Silence was all that met him. 

"Sythia, please-" 

But it was too late, the boulder was already falling. And since the force of gravity was stronger then any other force it wasn't surprising when the large rock crashed onto Sythia, many others joining it. 

"No!" Screeched Chris, mouth opened- expression of distress on his face. This wasn't suppose to happen, this wasn't suppose to happen, this wasn't- 

The cannon sounded, the boy's chest moving up and down rapidly. Arm still outstretched as he refused to believe that he was all that was left, refused to believe that he couldn't save someone. 

Refused to believe that he won.