Rane grinned savagely, gripping the spear and hefting it. There was survival gear too, which he stuffed in his pockets. Moons, the wind was beautiful. So was this place, oddly. A wasteland, to be sure. But beautiful, in its own way.
He tensed, suddenly, seeing another figure sprinting across the field. Another tribute. And there was a third, in some sort of spore fortifications. That would be tough to crack.
He crossed the supply dump, circling around the fortifications carefully. Deal with the unarmed one first hopefully.
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