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☀️Day 2 of the Drekkal’Zuun☀️
Martian morning breaks, the sun rises.

Meowmere, Sadbread, and Dazzle remain together at their camp - though the atmosphere has changed. 
When Sadbread steps away, Meowmere seizes the opportunity. She browses through his pack, pocketing a few ration bars and a small vial of Kirr sap. But Sadbread sees it. No words are spoken. Just a long, silent stare.
The trio breaks apart. Meowmere walks away without apology, vanishing between the dunes.
Sadbread doesn’t follow. They walks their own way, watching the horizon. Smoke rises in the distance - a fire, whether it belongs to someone, they don't know. THey don’t go near it.

And Dazzle? She hesitates.
Eyes on Meowmere’s trail. Then back at Sadbread.
She takes a breath and follows in the tracks of Sadbread.

Meowmere roams the open plains alone, hungry but determined. She finds a Martian tree its fruit is edible. So she makes sure to fill up on food so she won't go starving.
Afterward, she climbs a nearby ridge, hoping the higher ground will offer a better view of the arena. She stands on the edge, watching.

Elsewhere, Eliah searches the canyons for firewood. Her wounds still ache from the fight with Bexxi, but she presses on. She refuses to be seen as weak again.

Feminem works alone today, carving a long wooden spear from driftwood. Her hands are steady, her expression calm.

Meanwhile, the new trio walks the lowlands: Suchomimus, Glade and Cynamity - They move about, hunting in silence.
But Cynamity's mind is elsewhere, so when Glade turns her back for just a moment, he vanishes.
He finds a quiet spot where he can practice throwing his spear. One throw at a time, his aim gets better.
Then a rustle. Cynamity reacts fast, throwing his spear toward a shadow he can only assume to be Feminem. But he misses. The spear wavers, striking someone else standing right behind her. Bexxi had been hunting nearby, she didn't even see it coming. Luckily, the only thing the spear hit were her feet.

🌖Night 2 of the Drekkal’Zuun🌖
The temperature drops fast. The warmth of the sun is replaced by an unforgiving chill.

Dazzle and Sadbread are sitting in a narrow ravine, Dazzle striking sparks from flint, trying to start a fire. But the kindling won't catch on fire.
Still neither of them seems bothered. They huddle close for warmth and soon they laugh cheerfully together.

Elsewhere, Cynamity stumbles around, disoriented and alone. He has lost track of the ridges. But just before panic sets in, he hears voices.
He follows the sound and finds Feminem and a limping Bexxi, both resting beside a small fire . Cynamity looks at Bexxi apologetically. No one asks questions, no tonight.
The three sits close, nursing each others wounds - Physical or emotional.

Up in a Martian tree, Meowmere curls into a tight ball, hidden among branches. It isn't warm, but it is safe. She closes her eyes, trying to get some rest.

Far away, Eliah watches the stars from a crater. A sound breaks the silence - A drone descends, dropping a box at her feet. Inside she finds: Explosives.

Suchomimus and Glade have taken shelter in a tunnel near the edge of the Kor'Zeluun. It's an old mining shaft, abandoned long ago.
Glade tends to her arm in silence, wrapping it with scraps of cloth. While Suchomimus sharpens his knives.

☀️Day 3 of the Drekkal’Zuun☀️
The red sun rises once more over the dust-worn arena. The temperature swings wildly - cold in the shadows, searing in the light.

Eliah scours the canyons in search of firewood. Each step kicks up soft clouds of sand. Her grip tightens on the pack that now contains her explosive. She doesn't yet know when she’ll use it - but she will.

Bexxi sharpens a long branch, to make a spear. The pain in her foot has dulled and she is ready to go hunting with Cynamity and Feminem.
They scan the rocks and the ridges, watching for movement.
Later Feminem decides to split from the group, not permanently, however she does want to make sure they have water to stay hydrated. After some time she finds a narrow spring, running down through a patch of cratered stone.

Glade has gone into the mineshaft, exploring the depths to see what is hidden. Meanwhile, Suchomimus keeps watch near the entrance, blades ready.

Meowmere, traveling alone, stumbles across a mine entrance, she crouches low and watches from a distance. Then she slips in, where she finds what seems to be an abandoned bag near the edge of the tunnel - It clearly belongs to someone.
Silently, she opens it, taking a few ration bars and a canister of water. But as she turns to leave, she meets Suchomimus's gaze. He is already standing right behind her.
However he doesn't do much, he just stands there, and then steps forward, resulting in Meowmere bolting off, away from the mineshaft.

Breathless and alone again, Meowmere circles the ridges, when she hears familiar voices.
She crouches, so she won't be seen.
It is Dazzle and Sadbread, walking just a few meters away. She isn't sure what they are speaking of, sometimes she hears laughter, sometimes she hears something that could resemble a plan.
She stays silent, eyes narrowing.

🌒Night 3 of the Drekkal’Zuun🌒
The night settles in cold and silent. The Martian winds whisper through craters and crevices, carrying dust and dread alike.

Bexxi got separated during the day’s hunt. Now, she wanders alone, looking for shelter.

Elsewhere, Cynamity crouches over a small fire, carefully a meal for himself and Feminem. 
Feminem lies awake longer. She hums quietly.

Not far away, Sadbread sits against the slope of a rock, trying in vain to start a fire. The flint is too cold. The kindling won’t catch.
Eventually, they give up, curling into themselves, relying only on their own warmth.
Dazzle having observed the failed fire, sits in silence and looks into the darkness. Then she hears cautious footsteps.
It's Bexxi. Without a word, both acknowledge that tonight comes with peace. And so Bexxi is allowed to stay with them for the night.

Glade hasn't gotten out of the mineshaft yet, so when Suchomimus hears footsteps neat the entrance he thinks that it is her finally coming out. However he is soon disappointed when he sees Eliah approaching.
Both draw their swords and the only thing heard is the metal echoing as the blades hit one another.
Eliah wins this round, as Suchomimus lies on the cold cave floor.
Tonight there's mercy, Eliah leaves Suchomimus, still breathing.

Eliah is long gone when Glade appears once again from the mineshaft. Wuickly she runs up to Suchomimus making sure he is alright.