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Drekkal’Kael - The Feast
The Kor’Zeluun is replenished. The horn sounds throughout the arena, letting the tributes know that the feast has started. There are only two left.

The Marzie arrives first, sickle in hand. It isn't here for supplies, that'd be a waste. It is here for blood - It wants to avenge Helia.

Cynamity comes moments later, eyes scanning the crates - He knows that he needs a weapon. He stops at the edge of the crate circle. To his luck he finds a blade, that will have to do.

Both step aside, so they can see each other. Eyes lock, but no one moves.
Cynamity is about to speak up, but the Marzie won't have it, it is already moving.

It closes the distance in silence, sickle gleaming in the red sun, footsteps stirring the sand.
Cynamity swings first in wild desperation, but the Marzie dodges, the sickle catching Cynamity's arm.
Again Cynamity tried to reason with the Marzie. "You don't have to do this-" but the Marzie isn't listening. It have to do this. For Helia. For silence. For the end.
It swings the sickle once more, this time not missing.
Cynamity falls to his knees, his blade clatters to the ground and a final breath leaves him.

The Marzie stands still, surrounded by the unopened crates. It has won.

Congratulations @Cynamity !
Though you didn't manage to survive the whole arena, you were the last non-alien to survive!