Last night was a very difficult one for me, one that I will remember for the rest of my life...however long that may be. (Shifts uncomfortably in depression in sand, lined with furs. One of my scouts gently, but firmly, pushes me back onto my back. I groan a bit, and accept some more willow bark, chewing it to try to take away the pain of a cracked sternum).
I had been feeding, and playing with, one of the captives on the beach, and Kate had come over and explained a plan to get Fishface, who was still lurking in the area. I had some mixed feelings, he had seemed to be harmless at times, but he had attacked Keira and me without provocation. If he really had just wanted to leave the area, he had had plenty of time to do so. So, I listened to Kates plan, and after she melted away into the forest, I started my part. My part was simple, I was to create a diversion. I had my scouts heap more wood on the fire, bringing it to a bright beacon visible for miles. I then stripped, and did one of my tribal dances around the captives, adding my war cry and screaming defiance. I poked at the captives with my spear, getting them to add a chorus of shouts and screams of terror, anger, and frustration to my solo. After a while, I heard the call, and snuck north, picking up my bow and arrows on the way. I came across Fishface and Kate, apparently talking, and, following our plan, shot Fishface in the back of his shoulder. He knocked Kate down with a bucket full of berries and water, and confronted me with his single bitted war axe. I figured that I could shoot him again, and fired, but his reflexes were incredibly fast, and he threw his axe, striking me in the sternum with the blunt side, fortunate for me. I was then out of the fight, in the worst pain I had ever felt. Kate finished him off, and then tended to me and had me carried back to our camp. I will be incapacitated for a day, or so, and then will need to take it easy for a while. I do feel a little safer, knowing that Fishface won't menace us again...but...i will never forget the last look I saw on his face, and his plea to be 'just allowed to leave'.
(OOC Comments; That was the first time I participated in killing another character, and I certainly had mixed feelings. There was some triumph, but also a sense of guilt. Is that how it feels to others?
On a more relaxed note, as Medi was making her way towards the battle, the climatic theme from 'The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly' started running through my mind, and continued during the fight. (You all know the moment, where the three characters face off in the cemetery, the trumpet solo soaring over the full orchestra and massive chorus). (LOL) At the end, I was wondering, of the three, was I the 'Good', the 'Bad', or the 'Ugly?
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