District 1's female tribute. Lolita is an over-confident, self absorbed 17 year old girl who’s only interest is winning. Her personality is quite abrasive, making relationships with others nearly impossible. Being the only child of a previous victor, she has been extensively trained in combat and will stop at nothing to succeed. For her, losing isn’t an option. She won’t hesitate to kill anyone that gets in her way and quite frankly, she’d actually enjoy it. Just because her name is Glitter, doesn’t mean that she always sparkles.
Glitter:Pushing forward as much as she can, Glitter removes the spearhead from his arm, and tries stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. "Die!!" she shouted as she held the baton in front of her body trying to guard further sword swings.
CAPITOL:Barric has chosen to intervene in this battle post. Barric, you may post, then Wes, then the Capitol.
Barric:The canon boom was deafening, and though it may be for any of the survivors so far, he knew who it was truly meant for. Dread filled him as he shakily glanced at the hole before tearing his eyes away and leaping into the fight between the two District Ones. With mace in hand, he reached in from behind her and yanked the girl's thin neck back in a choke hold before ripping her away from the other male, using her as a shield in case Nike attacks from behind.
Wes:Glitter had just been about to stab him- he had almost been stabbed- and the next thing he knew she was being torn away, and he pulled himself to his knees, gritting his teeth through the violent pain as he brought on of his swords up, aiming them towards the two shadows, tugging his night vision glasses out of his belt and putting them on to see the forms, noting wryly that he had managed to land several blows, which left her bloody, although she could probably still walk. He pressed forward as quickly as he could, still kneeling, aiming to cut open her stomach and kill her.
CAPITOL:Glitter, having started her attack before Barric intervened, slams the spearhead into the front of Wes' shoulder before being pulled up by Barric, her blade ripping through him as she is pulled away. The two careers are both is very severe condition, and Wes cannot stand without falling. Wes puts on his goggles, giving Glitter time to react, and Wes' swords slash out, though they fall too short to do fatal damage. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Feeling the warmth of a body come in behind her and grab hold of her neck, Glitter immediately began to thrash. After this extensive battle between her and her 'district partner' she was not about to be cornered in now. Firmly holding both weapons in her hands, Glitter swings the baton diagonally over her head hoping to hit the other tribute's skull as she swings the spear head past her neck hoping to lodge it into the man's wrist. Looking forward she sees the struggling Wes on the ground. He was still alive. Flailing her feet, she aims to kick Wes back down.
CAPITOL:When Wes makes a move in Nike's direction, Glitter targets him and cuts off his path. Glitter, it is your turn.
GLITTER:"I'm sorry that it has come down to this dear, but we both knew that it would." Glitter said with a smirk on her face as she stood a couple yards from Wes with her spear extended in her right hand and her baton across her body with her left hand, resting all of her weight on her back right leg. With a quick flick of her wrist, she swung her spear horizontally towards Wes' left side as she raised her baton lunging it towards his abdomen in hopes of knocking him backward.
WES:He could have screamed as she taunted him, but Wes swallowed his voice and smirked, sword in each hand. She swung out, and he lashed out with both a fraction of a second behind, one aimed to slice the head of the spear off, and the other poised to cut through her stomach.
CAPITOL:With Glitter's speed being slightly higher, her baton and spear reach Wes before his sword makes contact. Her force knocks him back, but he manages to cut the head off her spear, though the sword doesn't cut all the way through. His other sword grazes her side, slicing through her uniform and leaving a shallow cut. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Glitter's adrenaline took over when she felt the sword slice into her side. Letting out a small scream, Glitter lunged forward at Wes who had been knocked backwards. Swinging with as much force as she can muster, Glitter aimed at his hand clutching the sword in hopes of knock it from his hand as she dove towards the ground to retrieve the spear head to stab it into his side.
Wes:Wes stumbled backwards from the force of the blow, heart thudding violently as he slashed forward again, snarling, one sword aimed to cut through her neck, the other poised to slash off the hand reaching for the head of the spear.
CAPITOL:With Glitter's speed, she slams the baton down on Wes' wrist, not knocking the sword out of his grasp but hitting it away from her neck. She dives, and Wes' other sword slashes across her upper arm, leaving a deep gash. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Screaming out in pain from the slice on her arm, Glitter grabs onto the spear head in the palm on her hand with the head pointing down and attempts to cut both his Achilles's tendons in one harsh swipe across the back of his ankles.
Wes:As she moved, he turned around and lunged at her form on the ground with one sword aimed again at her neck, the other trying to stab her through the back and pin her to the ground.
CAPITOL:Glitter, still wearing her night vision goggles, is able to slice through one of Wes' achilles tendons before his sword comes down. His aim is off due to the darkness, and the sword aimed at her neck misses and slices through her hair while the other pierces her side. It's not fatal, but it is enough to keep her from finished her work at the boy's ankles and results in a large amount of pain. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Screaming out once more, Glitter became enraged. Applying pressure to her wound with one hand, she reached toward his available ankle and dug her thumb behind the tendon and tugged with as much force as she could, hoping to break it and immobilize him.
Wes:Wes screamed out in pain, stumbling to the side, grip on his weapons tightening as he kicked backwards with the foot she was holding, trying to either knock her glasses off or hit her face in general. At the same time, he lashed out violently with his swords, trying with one to either slice open a major artery in her wrist, or get her hand off altogether. The other flew out to try and stab through her again, the pain and adrenaline heightening his senses, the faint beam of the flashlight illuminating her silhouetted form on the ground as he aimed for her back.
CAPITOL:Wes, kicking back with his good foot, puts all his weight on the tendon which has been slashed, causing him to fall to his knees. Glitter manages to puncture his other tendon, using the force from his kick to help power her finger through the flesh, massacring his other tendon. Slashing out wildly, Wes' swords don't make their exact marks, but they do slash across Glitter's arm (resulting in a large gash from her shoulder extending halfway down between her elbow and wrist) and her already wounded side. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Shouting out in pain, Glitter stumbles to her feet, using her pain as her drive, holding the baton in one hand and the spear head in the other. Standing over the now practically immobilized Wes, Glitter swings her baton harshly at his wrist, hoping the knock the sword from it as throws the spear head at his throat.
Wes:The boy howled in pain as he fell to his knees, one arm immediately going to protect his face, the other shooting out to slash her wherever he could reach, aiming towards her leg in particular, hoping to get her down to his level.
CAPITOL:Wes lashes out with his sword which lands against Glitter's calf, causing intense pain and causing her to fall slightly before regaining her balance. The girl's baton loosens his hold on the weapon and her spearhead lodges in the arm Wes holds up to protect himself. You are both loosing a lot of blood and have become very weakened. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Pushing forward as much as she can, Glitter removes the spearhead from his arm, and tries stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. "Die!!" she shouted as she held the baton in front of her body trying to guard further sword swings.
CAPITOL:When Wes makes a move in Nike's direction, Glitter targets him and cuts off his path. Glitter, it is your turn.
GLITTER:"I'm sorry that it has come down to this dear, but we both knew that it would." Glitter said with a smirk on her face as she stood a couple yards from Wes with her spear extended in her right hand and her baton across her body with her left hand, resting all of her weight on her back right leg. With a quick flick of her wrist, she swung her spear horizontally towards Wes' left side as she raised her baton lunging it towards his abdomen in hopes of knocking him backward.
WES:He could have screamed as she taunted him, but Wes swallowed his voice and smirked, sword in each hand. She swung out, and he lashed out with both a fraction of a second behind, one aimed to slice the head of the spear off, and the other poised to cut through her stomach.
CAPITOL:With Glitter's speed being slightly higher, her baton and spear reach Wes before his sword makes contact. Her force knocks him back, but he manages to cut the head off her spear, though the sword doesn't cut all the way through. His other sword grazes her side, slicing through her uniform and leaving a shallow cut. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Glitter's adrenaline took over when she felt the sword slice into her side. Letting out a small scream, Glitter lunged forward at Wes who had been knocked backwards. Swinging with as much force as she can muster, Glitter aimed at his hand clutching the sword in hopes of knock it from his hand as she dove towards the ground to retrieve the spear head to stab it into his side.
Wes:Wes stumbled backwards from the force of the blow, heart thudding violently as he slashed forward again, snarling, one sword aimed to cut through her neck, the other poised to slash off the hand reaching for the head of the spear.
CAPITOL:With Glitter's speed, she slams the baton down on Wes' wrist, not knocking the sword out of his grasp but hitting it away from her neck. She dives, and Wes' other sword slashes across her upper arm, leaving a deep gash. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Screaming out in pain from the slice on her arm, Glitter grabs onto the spear head in the palm on her hand with the head pointing down and attempts to cut both his Achilles's tendons in one harsh swipe across the back of his ankles.
Wes:As she moved, he turned around and lunged at her form on the ground with one sword aimed again at her neck, the other trying to stab her through the back and pin her to the ground.
CAPITOL:Glitter, still wearing her night vision goggles, is able to slice through one of Wes' achilles tendons before his sword comes down. His aim is off due to the darkness, and the sword aimed at her neck misses and slices through her hair while the other pierces her side. It's not fatal, but it is enough to keep her from finished her work at the boy's ankles and results in a large amount of pain. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Screaming out once more, Glitter became enraged. Applying pressure to her wound with one hand, she reached toward his available ankle and dug her thumb behind the tendon and tugged with as much force as she could, hoping to break it and immobilize him.
Wes:Wes screamed out in pain, stumbling to the side, grip on his weapons tightening as he kicked backwards with the foot she was holding, trying to either knock her glasses off or hit her face in general. At the same time, he lashed out violently with his swords, trying with one to either slice open a major artery in her wrist, or get her hand off altogether. The other flew out to try and stab through her again, the pain and adrenaline heightening his senses, the faint beam of the flashlight illuminating her silhouetted form on the ground as he aimed for her back.
CAPITOL:Wes, kicking back with his good foot, puts all his weight on the tendon which has been slashed, causing him to fall to his knees. Glitter manages to puncture his other tendon, using the force from his kick to help power her finger through the flesh, massacring his other tendon. Slashing out wildly, Wes' swords don't make their exact marks, but they do slash across Glitter's arm (resulting in a large gash from her shoulder extending halfway down between her elbow and wrist) and her already wounded side. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Shouting out in pain, Glitter stumbles to her feet, using her pain as her drive, holding the baton in one hand and the spear head in the other. Standing over the now practically immobilized Wes, Glitter swings her baton harshly at his wrist, hoping the knock the sword from it as throws the spear head at his throat.
CAPITOL:When Wes makes a move in Nike's direction, Glitter targets him and cuts off his path. Glitter, it is your turn.
GLITTER:"I'm sorry that it has come down to this dear, but we both knew that it would." Glitter said with a smirk on her face as she stood a couple yards from Wes with her spear extended in her right hand and her baton across her body with her left hand, resting all of her weight on her back right leg. With a quick flick of her wrist, she swung her spear horizontally towards Wes' left side as she raised her baton lunging it towards his abdomen in hopes of knocking him backward.
WES:He could have screamed as she taunted him, but Wes swallowed his voice and smirked, sword in each hand. She swung out, and he lashed out with both a fraction of a second behind, one aimed to slice the head of the spear off, and the other poised to cut through her stomach.
CAPITOL:With Glitter's speed being slightly higher, her baton and spear reach Wes before his sword makes contact. Her force knocks him back, but he manages to cut the head off her spear, though the sword doesn't cut all the way through. His other sword grazes her side, slicing through her uniform and leaving a shallow cut. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Glitter's adrenaline took over when she felt the sword slice into her side. Letting out a small scream, Glitter lunged forward at Wes who had been knocked backwards. Swinging with as much force as she can muster, Glitter aimed at his hand clutching the sword in hopes of knock it from his hand as she dove towards the ground to retrieve the spear head to stab it into his side.
Wes:Wes stumbled backwards from the force of the blow, heart thudding violently as he slashed forward again, snarling, one sword aimed to cut through her neck, the other poised to slash off the hand reaching for the head of the spear.
CAPITOL:With Glitter's speed, she slams the baton down on Wes' wrist, not knocking the sword out of his grasp but hitting it away from her neck. She dives, and Wes' other sword slashes across her upper arm, leaving a deep gash. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Screaming out in pain from the slice on her arm, Glitter grabs onto the spear head in the palm on her hand with the head pointing down and attempts to cut both his Achilles's tendons in one harsh swipe across the back of his ankles.
Wes:As she moved, he turned around and lunged at her form on the ground with one sword aimed again at her neck, the other trying to stab her through the back and pin her to the ground.
CAPITOL:Glitter, still wearing her night vision goggles, is able to slice through one of Wes' achilles tendons before his sword comes down. His aim is off due to the darkness, and the sword aimed at her neck misses and slices through her hair while the other pierces her side. It's not fatal, but it is enough to keep her from finished her work at the boy's ankles and results in a large amount of pain. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Screaming out once more, Glitter became enraged. Applying pressure to her wound with one hand, she reached toward his available ankle and dug her thumb behind the tendon and tugged with as much force as she could, hoping to break it and immobilize him.
CAPITOL:When Wes makes a move in Nike's direction, Glitter targets him and cuts off his path. Glitter, it is your turn.
GLITTER:"I'm sorry that it has come down to this dear, but we both knew that it would." Glitter said with a smirk on her face as she stood a couple yards from Wes with her spear extended in her right hand and her baton across her body with her left hand, resting all of her weight on her back right leg. With a quick flick of her wrist, she swung her spear horizontally towards Wes' left side as she raised her baton lunging it towards his abdomen in hopes of knocking him backward.
WES:He could have screamed as she taunted him, but Wes swallowed his voice and smirked, sword in each hand. She swung out, and he lashed out with both a fraction of a second behind, one aimed to slice the head of the spear off, and the other poised to cut through her stomach.
CAPITOL:With Glitter's speed being slightly higher, her baton and spear reach Wes before his sword makes contact. Her force knocks him back, but he manages to cut the head off her spear, though the sword doesn't cut all the way through. His other sword grazes her side, slicing through her uniform and leaving a shallow cut. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Glitter's adrenaline took over when she felt the sword slice into her side. Letting out a small scream, Glitter lunged forward at Wes who had been knocked backwards. Swinging with as much force as she can muster, Glitter aimed at his hand clutching the sword in hopes of knock it from his hand as she dove towards the ground to retrieve the spear head to stab it into his side.
Wes:Wes stumbled backwards from the force of the blow, heart thudding violently as he slashed forward again, snarling, one sword aimed to cut through her neck, the other poised to slash off the hand reaching for the head of the spear.
CAPITOL:With Glitter's speed, she slams the baton down on Wes' wrist, not knocking the sword out of his grasp but hitting it away from her neck. She dives, and Wes' other sword slashes across her upper arm, leaving a deep gash. Glitter, it is your turn.
Glitter:Screaming out in pain from the slice on her arm, Glitter grabs onto the spear head in the palm on her hand with the head pointing down and attempts to cut both his Achilles's tendons in one harsh swipe across the back of his ankles.
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