Day One: Morning

[Yamu]

The group took a break, it was still raining pretty steadily and they had not even seen a trace of any other competitors. Karl had only told them one had died so far, they all thought they would be tripping over live and willing competitors.

Yamu walked over to Jeice first, the red skinned fighter sat playing with a long strait shard of what he told them had once been a mirror. Shallow lines of blood ran up and down his right palm where the cragged glass and sliced into its wielder. ?Here, take this?? Yamu ripped a line of fabric from the bottom of his cloak and handed it to the white haired warrior. ?That?ll give ya a handle. I guess the mirror is now a shiv??

Jeice laughed as he began wrapping the dark black fabric around the base of the shard, leaving a sharp pointed tip at the other end. ?I would guess so, too. I noticed the name on your bat, touching.?

?I?m a sentimental guy, what can I say?? The veiny brute said with a laugh and a shrug as he walked over to Paragus who was looking back down the way they had come. ?What are you up to??

?I?m watching our tracks wash away.?

Yamu followed his gaze, the rain that pelted their own heads filled their footprints then carried them off. There was a metaphor to be had there, but Yamu did not feel like coming up with one at the moment, he had business. ?I wanted to ask you for a favor.?

The old Saiya-Jin stood startled for a moment before answering, ?Sure, what is it??

He held up his weapon up so that it was between the both of them. ?You?re the only who knows why ?Kari? is important to me. Bulma knows her name and Jeice knows the girl, but you?re the only one I?ve told ?why? to. It is important to me that ?Kari? makes it to the Finals?if not in my hand, in someone else?s. If I go down?I want you to get her, if we are both going down make sure one of the other?s get her. Broken, bloodied, or bashed I just want her to be there in the Finals.?

?I-I can do that.?

?Thanks, Paragus.?

Yamu walked away, thinking of a new jab he could try on Bulma when Paragus stopped him. ?Hey, Yamu. Thank you.?

?For what??

With a smile the Saiya-Jin shouted through the rain, ?For trusting me.?

Yamu laughed back, and just like a school boy opened his mouth to take a big swallow of the sky water before speaking. ?Thank you for being trustworthy.?

?If I go down?get the medkit off of me?I?d rather it do somebody some good then just sit with my corpse.?

?But think of the irony!? Yamu drank in the rain again, twirling ?Kari? to his side like a cane.

?You sure seem to be in a happy mood.? Bulma stated, her hands resting on her gun like most people?s would a beloved pet.

?Serenity is on my side, Bulma. That?s why you?ll be giving me a loaf of your bread after ?Kari? whacks someone?s head off before your finger even touches the trigger.?

?You have a big mouth for someone who hasn?t even seen an enemy yet.? Bulma snorted, as the foursome continued again through the damp underbrush.

?It?s not my fault they are all running scared.?

She rolled her eyes and followed the hairless human as he continued to spin his bat like he was singing in the rain.