- The forest screamed as Dijon bolted through it. Thorns tore through his paw-pads causing him to wince. He turned around; afraid. The darkness grew closer, it was getting faster. He ran harder, tripping over a stray tree-root. No. No no no no. The darkness encapsulated his body, leaving him stranded with nothing, sweat dripping down his neck. He strained his eyes, something else was here. Squinting, he gasped. "Bear?" He got up, paws aching but determined. The closer he got, the more distorted Bear's face got. She came towards him, but it wasnt in a friendly way. It was predatorial. She was after him. NO no no no. She was sprinting toward him, face morphed into a gruesome mess of twisting flesh. She pounced, claws like knives heading for his throat. CRASH. Dijon's eyes opened, he panted. It was a nightmare. He lifted a paw up to rub his temple, eyebrows wrinkling where they met each other. The noise was somebody dropping their glass of water, sending a miniscule wave of water and ice onto the floor. A pissed off peacemaker rolled their eyes and seemed to radio somebody for some more help. Dijon looked around, disoriented and trying to regain his composure. He turned to his left, noticing the two sisters next to him. I guess they were next in line. He watched them get up when their name was called, his heart-rate speeding up significantly. He was next, yet all he could about was Bear. He wanted, no, NEEDED to nail this gamemakers. So he could win. So Bear could win. He nervously tapped his paw on the ground, a pained expression across his face as he noticed the last sister came out of the gamemaker's room. " Dijon of District 5. You're up. " The peacekeeper called out, it seemed to be the same one who assisted with cleaning up the water. He got up, putting on his bravest face and giving the peacekeeper a nod. Showtime. - The door opened, a quiet wail at the hinges followed it. He sniffed, nose wrinkling- it smelt of copper and blood. Eye's narrowing- he immediately got serious and stood confidently. He observed the room, it seemed the Gamemakers were in a balcony, looking down at him with an arrangement of computers Infront of them, security cameras perhaps? He dipped his head towards them, a symbol of respect. " Greetings. I am Dijon of District 5- A tribute that you'll see will be hard to forget." Dijon's words were dripping in confidence, his mouth twisted into a sly smile. One gamemaker, a dark colored molly that looked particularly young nodded. " Hello Dijon. Your time will start in ten seconds. May the odds be ever in your favor." She said, a soft smiled flowing across her face. Dijon nodded; stretching his neck. " Thank you Miss...?" "Indigo. My name is Indigo." "Thank you, Indigo. " Dijon smiled and dipped his head. He noticed that the Gamemaker's room wasn't large, but rather a series of multiple small ones that were all connected. He stretched his claws. He was ready. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! The timer begun. Time to make everything worth it. He began to run through the first room, looking for something, anything. As he pressed forward, he entered a new room. Bingo. Dijon's attention was drawn to a gleaming weapon rack nestled amidst a collection of equipment. Among the assortment of weapons, a pair of finely crafted swords caught his eyes- their sleek blades shimmering in the ambient light, their hilts adorned with intricate designs. Intrigued by the swords' elegant craftsmanship, Dijon reached out and grasped the hilts, feeling their balanced weight settle comfortably in his hands. He also took a couple of other things like a smoke bomb, mask, and goggles. With a flick of his wrists, he tested the blades' responsiveness, their keen edges slicing effortlessly through the air. Yes. This will do. As Dijon ventured deeper into the maze, the rhythmic beat of his footsteps echoed against the smooth floor, his movements akin to a dancer's elegant cadence. With each step, he felt the familiar weight of the twin swords in his hands, their finely honed edges glinting in the ambient light. His body moved in perfect synchrony with the gleaming blades, their razor-sharp edges an extension of his very being. He began his dance with death. A hologram materialized Infront of him, he felt the eyes of the gamemakers burning holes into him. His footwork was impeccable, each step a precise calculation that carried him effortlessly around his opponents. He danced among the holograms, his movements fluid and graceful, yet infused with a deadly intent. With a series of lightning-fast swings, Dijon wove a tapestry of steel, his swords carving through the air with the precision of a master craftsman. Every strike found its mark, every block executed with flawless timing. He used his swords as an extension of his soul, they were precise and skillful. "You see my swords are a brush, and this room, my canvas." He spoke, voice stoic and stern. +
The gamemakers seemed to play along and hummed. "mhmm.." After the first hologram fell to his swords, he noticed the rest were being spawned from a room. An idea wormed its way into his mind. He stepped into the new area, surrounded by a dizzying array of shimmering images, each one a potential threat. But where others might have faltered, he saw only opportunity. Dijon raised his twin swords, their polished blades catching the light as he prepared to face the onslaught. In that moment, he was not just a tribute, but a warrior poised on the precipice of greatness. As the first wave of holograms surged towards him, Dijon's movements were a blur of motion, his swords flashing with lethal intent as he danced through the fray. With each strike, he cut through the illusionary foes with effortless grace, his blades finding their marks with unerring accuracy. With a swift and calculated strike, Dijon located the source of the holograms—a small disk nestled inconspicuously on the ceiling. Amidst the whirlwind of his combat dance, Dijon's keen eyes caught a lapse in attention from one of the gamemakers. With a sly smile curling on his lips, he seized the opportunity to showcase his ingenuity. As he deftly disarmed the holographic projector and collected some parts, he couldn't help but notice the distracted gamemaker, their gaze momentarily averted. The cat was dripped out in jewelry and chains, perfect for what he was about to attempt. Securing a battery and a few wires from the device, Dijon seamlessly integrated them into his ongoing combat, his movements fluid and precise. As he danced through the holographic adversaries with unwavering grace, he simultaneously crafted a makeshift tool. After he had conquered the wave of holograms, he smiled. With a deft motion, he slipped the improvised device between his knuckles, his gaze locking onto the gamemakers with a confident smirk. "In the arena, every strike will tell a story. Allow me to narrate mine." He slipped his mask and goggles on quickly, throwing his smoke bombs down- making the entire area enclosed in smoke. His googles let him see through the smoke, allowing him to locate the one who wasn't paying attention. He scaled the wall, using his swords as an anchor to help him up. He finally got to the balcony where the Gamemakers resided and stabbed his swords into the wall below him so he could sit on them. He squinted, trying to figure out where the Gamemaker who ignored him was. Bingo. The gamemaker still didnt seem impressed- somehow, but was watching the security cameras intently to track him. With a flick of his wrist, he activated the device, directing its magnetic force towards the unsuspecting gamemaker. In an instant, the distracted feline found themselves irresistibly drawn towards the glass, their jewelry getting pulled towards Dijon. The smoke cleared and Dijon sat directly Infront of the Gamemakers, fist drawing the targeted one uncomfortable close to the glass. They looked baffled. "I hope you don't mind missing out on the show, because when I'm done here, you'll wish you were paying attention." He smiled and pulled the magnet a little farther away from the glass, pushing the gamemaker into it more. "You should fear not the blade, but the hand that wields it. Lucky for you, I'm feeling rather charitable today." He said, slyly smiling. He could see the other Gamemaker's giggling at the one who wasnt paying attention- maybe they were an intern or something. He shrugged; turning towards the other, apparently the official gamemakers. "Remember my name well, for I am Dijon of District 5. A force to be reckoned with, and one you won't soon forget." He purred, voice loud and in charge. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! His time was up. Indigo crept towards him, a smile spread across her face. " Oh believe us. We wont be forgetting anytime soon. " Dijon smiled, leaping down from the wall and landing on his paws. " I'll be seeing you all when I come back from the arena. " And with that, he left the room. Check. His gamemakers was done. - HOLYYYY THAT TOOK AWHILE anyways he looks like karito in this song is carnival by my glorious king ye.
