Syn stepped forward, stretching slightly as she gave a slight frown as she looked over the dusty area in mild discontentment.
She wished she could say she had fought hard to get here. She wished she could say she almost died to advance. But unfortunately, none of that was true. The only injuries she had sustained were from a scuffle with a tree branch on the way to the first round, in which she sat, for three days, becoming dehydrated because she had wanted to conserve her water for her poison. Alas, her competitor never made it, and she had won by default.
She had spent the last week treating her infected leg wound and drinking fluids to get over her temporarily dehydrated state. Her wound nearly healed by now with the help of some medication given to her by an old crone. She knew that this match wasn't going to be as easy, but in some ways, she hoped it was. Combat wasn't her strong point, and if anything, the only reason she held her own in a fight was by sheer will and determination. She had little more then what was on her person, and it wasn't much.
A pouch of powder, a pouch of water, thirteen daggers and a vile of liquid that would detoxify any mishap she might have with her own weapons. Her only hope was for a surprise attack, but by the looks of things, that'd be all but impossible.
The parched land was barren as far as she could see, with rock faces and boulders scattered about. Dusty sand picked up with every passing breeze, which only brought the heat closer to the skin.
Syn frowned to herself as she found a decent sized boulder to sit upon. There wasn't much to do, but to wait for her opponent.
"Ugh, if this keeps up, I'll be burnt to a crisp." She bit her lip, scoping out the area, the sun beating down on the scantily clad brunette. Green eyes flickered back and forth as she stared into the distance, looking for some form of movement. the days were hot, but the nights would be cold, and she, was most definitely not dressed for the occasion. "Damn, i better not get stood up again; I don't plan on sitting around in the wasteland for long."
She crossed her arms with a stubborn huff and tapped her foot on the ground impatiently, small clouds of dirt picked up with each smack of the sole of her foot onto the desert surface. A grumble of urgency came from her stomach; she sighed and hung her head slightly. "Shut up already... I fed you two days ago, I don't have enough money to feed you again..."
It was the truth, the young woman was, quite broke. She usually spent her time working odd jobs, but after signing up for the tournament as an idea to get some 'quick cash' she had found that she had no time to work, and thus, ran out of money on supplies and food. It was hard enough for her to stay put and rest up for her next battle, this battle. She was always fidgety when she had to sit down for too long, but she knew she'd need to conserve her energy one way or another, and it too all her will power to stay still, despite the twitching in her legs that made her want to run. She wasn't use to staying in one place for too long.
She had always found herself on the move since leaving her fathers home. Never staying in one place too long, because she didn't want to be bothered with people’s troubles when she had her own to worry about. That was a long time ago, and she still had problems of her own.
Syn heaved a heavy sigh and pulled her legs up onto the rock. The water in the sheep skin pouch slouched around in it's container as she tapped her feet in an agitated fashion against the stones hard surface. "Come on... Get here already so I can go back to working..." She grumbled as she rested her chin on her knees staring off into the horizon.
