The heat felt good, at the very least, but little else about the situation made him feel particularly confident. Everything that led up to this moment proved to provide very little in the ways of training, no matter how they coloured it. Sure, he was trained for fighting anyway. For surviving. Stealth. Whatever. But this was different.
Blinking away the sting of sunlight, he tossed the clothes aside and broke out in a sprint toward the pile of goodies. He wasn't sure what to grab, or if he'd even have the time to be choosy. Chances weren't in his favour for the latter-- these guys were serious, and he knew it. This wasn't a damn tickle fight.
Harness, bottle, water, rope, and knives... if possible. Two would be even better, but scoring at least one would grant him the ability to potentially carve out another.
You know, if he made it past all the oogie boogies. And tributes.
Raphael | TMNT | Tribute
At all.
The heat felt good, at the very least, but little else about the situation made him feel particularly confident. Everything that led up to this moment proved to provide very little in the ways of training, no matter how they coloured it. Sure, he was trained for fighting anyway. For surviving. Stealth. Whatever. But this was different.
Blinking away the sting of sunlight, he tossed the clothes aside and broke out in a sprint toward the pile of goodies. He wasn't sure what to grab, or if he'd even have the time to be choosy. Chances weren't in his favour for the latter-- these guys were serious, and he knew it. This wasn't a damn tickle fight.
Harness, bottle, water, rope, and knives... if possible. Two would be even better, but scoring at least one would grant him the ability to potentially carve out another.
You know, if he made it past all the oogie boogies. And tributes.
First thing's first.
Here we go. Cornucopia. Time to dine and dash.