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<span class="mu-s">BANG!</span>
A fist sized hole is punched right through Kiara's torso as she takes the hit for you. Only small bits of shrapnel manage to hit you, tearing at parts of your shirt and bouncing off on the bodysuit underneath. Holy shit, someone was aiming at you? WAIT IS SHE EVEN OKAY-
>-1 FLESH (REDUCED FROM 2). KIARA IS AT 1/3 FLESH!
"RUN!" Smoke leaks out of Kiara's mouth. NO TIME TO ARGUE THERE! Your legs push through the fatigue as you sprint right past the first half of the fake buildings in this last section. Glancing up at the flag (which has obvious holes torn in it), the timer reads: "7:59".
SHIT! RUN RUN RUN! The mixture of sheer life or death adrenaline and the ticking of the flag timer sends you running faster than you have ever ran in your life. Kiara is trailing behind, trying her best to keep up. The two of you rush right past the final buildings between you and the goal. "7:30".
All that's left is open, empty space. "6:30".
Your legs are beginning to liquify under the pressure. Another explosion nearly catches you. Kiara pulls you away in time. Barely time to think. Gotta keep moving. "6:15".
You felt a bullet bounce off your combat bodysuit. Still hurts. Want to give up. "5:45".
So close. A bullet whizzes past your cheek. Blood rushes down your face. "5:30".
Someone shoves you. Your legs are giving out on you, you needed it. "4:55".
Door so close.
You rip it open with the your mind and without second thought, you duck through it. Something metallic crashes right next to you. The door shuts behind you. All you can do now is to collapse onto the ground. The flag drops out of your hands and onto the ground next to you. Sweat soaks every inch of your body. Every breath is like fire in your system. Your head is numb, fuzzy.
The adrenaline in your system wears off and you can FEEL how fucked up your body is. That's not recovering without spending a lot of resources or a good night's sleep.
>CRIPPLING INJURIES ACQUIRED.
>TORN LIGMENT (LEFT LEG) (-1 TALENT, -1 MAX FLESH, DCs that involve running are increased by +4.)
>HALF FIXED DISLOCATED ARM (-1 VIOLENCE, CAN'T USE TWO HANDED WEAPONS LIKE SHOTGUNS OR HEAVY MELEE WEAPONS.)
<span class="mu-g">But you made it. You fucking made it.</span>
You look up at Kiara. She's trying her best to recover from the damage she took. The hole in the back of her head and in her torso and the smoke leaking out of the joints in her arms and legs show she's not doing too hot either. You glance at the flag's timer.
"4:35". You only had four and a half minutes to spare. Fuck.
A small jingle plays over the room's speaker. "CONGRATS, NICOLE SMITH AND KIARA KELLER. YOU HAVE WON: THE TRAINING COURSE. A COMPLIMENTARY REWARD HAS BEEN GIVEN." Something falls from the ceiling.
It's a pack of cigarettes and some porno mags. That's it. It's not even the good cigarettes that help you focus and the porno mags, well...the girls aren't ugly, you guess??? Clearly meant for the male soldiers, not you.
