Day One: Afternoon

[Tapion]

The passage of time since his last physical encounter had been grueling. Literally hours had ticked away without the slightest hint of a fight, and as the hands of the clock circled continuously the vital adrenaline which had proved to be Tapion?s best friend during the course of the competition slowly drained itself from his body. The only epic showdown the non-transformer was facing now was the one he was having with his own eyelids, whose defiance to stay open was proving a much worthy adversary to the fatigued warrior.

For the first time since the game had begun, the coruscating rays from the overhead sun now shown themselves with their full brilliant warmth through the parting grey clouds above. The jungle terrain, abuzz with insectile actives provided a low but almost deafening murmur which served as appropriate background noise for the otherwise eerily quite game of survival.

Flashing a quick glance towards his namekian ally showed that Retane too was slowly succumbing to his body?s undeniable wear and tear. Fortunately though remembering the inbreed trait which all nameks shared which excused them from the natural handicap of needing sleep brought a wave of relief through Tapion?s mind.

As his stubborn eyelids grew heavier, and his consciousness began to slowly fade, a sudden commotion in the near by brush abruptly caught Tapion?s attention. With his ears already erected, the non-transformer?s eyes now shifted themselves over towards the unexpected noise which had so unwelcomingly grabbed his attention. Clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles whitened, the elfish warrior watched intently as the natural shrubbery before him began to part.

As the air stood still and the jungle terrain fell into a unison silence, the frame of a harmless little bunny rabbit hoped through the bushes and into a small dirt patch only inches in front of the heaving non-transformer. ?Jesus?? Tapion lipped as he took in a large gasp of oxygen, much to the relief of his trembling body. It was at this point the realization had finally struck the Konat-Jin, it was not just the other competitors whom were his enemies during this game, but in actuality the island itself was proving to be a one of the largest obstacles which stood between himself and victory.

Outstretching his dirt soiled index finger, Tapion let off a narrow beam of energy which soared brilliantly through the air for a moment before lodging itself deep within the white fur covered cranium of the defenseless hare. Take that you god damned island?