Round 1: So / Westbrook vs. Kennedy / Hall

Will stopped near dead in his tracks as a dagger sunk into his chest with a thunk. Pain flared all over his body as he fell backward from the momentum of the knife. This was how it ends For him, eh? At least it wasn't for real. The tips of his fingers and toes began to get cold, very cold. His mind slowed down as blood poured from his wounds. And it wasn't long before he closed his eyes and he was gone, awaking in the simulation room. He was shook.

He was dead. Or he was dying. It wasn't real, but he was definitely dead. Her green eyes grew wide, his body still visiblle in the clearing. Damn it. She should've been closer to him. At least they might have stood a better chance together. "Will -" His name was lodged in her throat, left with no time to even scream before the barrage of attacks began again. The guy, Gage was his name, seemed to have ditched his fancy weapons and his broken sword. She grit her teeth, sweeping herself back up into two feet. Fine with her. Dakota snarled, taking a quick swipe at him with her blades, and another, not expecting them to hit, only to throw him off his guard - just to give her enough time to maneuver behind him and put him right in the line of fire of Arianne's frenzy. A scream was stifled in her clenched teeth as shed felt a jagged stone lodge in her shoulder, just too slow in the process.

She couldn't give up that easy. She couldn't.

The sounds of the piercing of flesh was more sickening than Dakota had ever imagined. Sharp projectiles pierced into her human shield, leaving several widening patches of dark red, spotting across the boy's body. Gage. He had a name. One moment, he was all grins and ego, and the next he was crumpled down to the floor. Exciting wasn't the best word she could think of to describe the way she was feeling then. The red head felt far more like she was going to puke. Her mouth was dry and her hands were cold as ice. "It's not real..." She took a deep breath, "It's not." Her green eyes flickered back across the clearing, spotting her partner, lifeless. That strange, crazy girl standing not too far off.

She knew she had no chance of winning. Her chance had died off minutes ago. A large lump lodged in her throat. It all felt so real.

Kota spun her weapon in her hands, getting a firm grip and sprinting off towards Arianne, swinging the edge of her blade straight for the other girl's heart.