Snippet #1481384

As the plate carrying Riot lifted up, rays on sunlight blinded him for a short moment. He closed his eyes, and meditated on what he was about to do. The music of that anthem was completely lost on him. His strategy was simple, kill everyone in the bloodbath, and then hunt down the few people that were smart enough to run from to cornucopia. He opened his eyes and looked towards the golden horn, allowing his eyes to adjust to the light. He immediately saw his tool. A long pole with a two sided axe head on one side. The thing appeared to be made of iron, but he wouldn't be sure until he hefted it. As the music began to end, Riot crouched down in a stance a sprinter took before a race.

As the anthem ended, he took off at a dead sprint for the poleaxe, sprinting past other weaponry and supplies that could have been very useful. None of it mattered, until everyone else who stayed by the cornucopia was dead. He quickly reached his weapon, and hefted it. It seemed to be made of an iron alloy, as he had guessed. Riot wasted no time. Seeing a boy who was about to pick up a small sword, he immediately swung the weapon, butting the boy away with the blunt end of the pole. Before he had time to recover, he swung again, cleaving off one of the legs clean off, and digging the axehead deep into the other. As he wretched the axe free, he briefly registered his face as the boy selected from district one.

He put his foot up on the boy's chest and swung the poleaxe into his neck. His pained screams stopped instantly. He looked at the other kids chosen. "Who's next??" He yelled at them, pulling his axe free.