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Fallen tributes

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Night 5
All the groups have been torn apart, a desert storm has removed the fog from the arena.
Just one group is still standing. Under a collapsed arch, Athena and Cetus sit with their backs against the cold stone. It is quiet for a while, when suddenly Athena murmurs. "Too many gone."
They talk about the tributes still alive, wondering where they are, and of the ones who didn't make it and what might've happened to them.

Limited have found a cave, where she sleeps. Her dreams a full of the friends she made during the games. She can hear Bexxi and remains shout at her, asking her to run, to leave them behind in the fog.

Toraix can't sleep, instead he sits with just the light of a small burning flame, sharpening a shard of metal - As all weapons were left in the fog.
His hands are stead, but his mind swerves - He thinks of the ones he has lost during these games. Was it worth it?

Drekkal’Kael - The feast
The gamemakers have restocked the Kor'Zeluun, the Drekkal’Kael has begun. But this time, only few come.

Cetus and Athena agrees that it is too risky for both to go. Cetus insists that none of them go, they'll do fine without the supplies, but while Cetus isn't looking Athena sneaks off to the Drekkal’Kael.

Toraix hopes to see others at the Drekkal’Kael, it is his time to shine. He is determined to win this.

Limited knows that it is unlikely that she'd win a fight if she steps a foot at the Drekkal’Kael, so she stays put.

In the fields of the Drekkal’Kael, Toraix and Athena face each other. The feast demands blood spill.
The two lock eyes - just for a short moment. 
Quick as always, Toraix pulls out a spear, made from the shard he sharpened last night, in a swift moment he drives the spear into Athena's abdomen.