```Hans | they/them | Smokeborn | HP: 13/17 | MP: 14/16``` What a dream. It's *just* like the Hunger Games... and those cat books Kari's obsessed with. Hans has been death-gripping their cudgel, vaguely hockey-stick shaped, as they've been whirled around the arena. They finally take some stock in their surroundings, grinning as Mayrenna summons a ring of fire around their little alliance. Hans finds they can do something similar, and casts **Kindle** on their cudgel, a tiny tome flipping behind them. ``` Summary: Hans is amused. They take up their cudgel. Spell/Action Taken: Kindle, -1 MP ``` ```Hans | they/them | Smokeborn | HP: 13/17 | MP: 13/16``` “Oh?” Hans glances back at Hen, trying to get a peek at their tome. Grinning, they toss it to them. **“Here, just borrow it for a bit. I’m going barb-mode.”** They pause for a moment, blinking. *Barb-mode? Why did I say that?* Hans shakes their head, laughing. As Astraea rides through the barrier of flames, they try and clothesline them with their kindled cudgel. ``` Summary: Hans hands their tome to Hen. They wind up, preparing to strike. Spell/Action Taken: Attack Astraea with Kindled cudgel. Additional Fire damage and chance to BURN. ``` ```Hans | they/them | Smokeborn | HP: 9/17 | MP: 12/16``` Hans groans in frustration as Astraea dodges their attack. Stubborn, they give chase and attempt to club her again. **"Get yer ass back here!!!"** They're hit with an all-too-familiar squeal as Chili Nose summons an inferno. Hans bats at their ears, knocking off their hearing aids... *Even in a dream???* As the flames blaze nearer, they attempt to dodge. ``` Summary: Hans chases Astraea to try and hit her again. Spell/Action Taken: Attack Astraea with Kindled cudgel. Active Spell: Kindle. Additional Fire damage and chance to BURN. Status: Still poisoned lol (-1 MP) Reaction: Attempt to DODGE Chili Nose's Inferno. ``` ```Hans | they/them | Smokeborn | HP: 9/17 | MP: 6/16``` They blink as Astraea hands them their hearing aids. Hans pockets them quickly before swinging, smirk on their face. Too late to try to make amends, kitty. **"Thanks, but I'm *winning*!"** Hans misses, but Hen's got their back. No more Astraea, naught but ashes... They give their teammate a thumbs-up. This cat is *cool*. They frown, realizing that they can't *both* win. **"Hey. If it comes down to just us... no mercy, okay?"** Hans says. They won't be able to hear Astrithen's response as they get swept up in the storm, separated from their ally, with another cat lunging towards them. **"Shit, shit."** Hans flails in the air, trying to find their tome. **"Wings? Gimme wings!"** ``` Summary: Hans likes Hen's mercilessness. They get swept into the storm. Spell/Action Taken: Pinion - grow temporary wings (-5 MP) Active Spell: Kindled cudgel. Additional Fire damage and chance to BURN. Status: Poisoned (-1 MP) Reaction: Attempt to DODGE Jones's attack. ``` `HANS POST` They expected to wake up when that spear pierced them, but they find themselves as a spectator, looking down at the arena. Hans scrambles as soon as they spot Astrithen fighting toe-to-toe… paw-to-paw with their slayer, Jones. They find a splash potion under their seat, neatly labeled **+10 MP**, and fastball it at **Hen**’s head. `HANS POST` Hans cheers wildly when Astrithen avenges their death, loud enough to make their own ears pop. They raise both their paws in the air and do a little kitty-cat dance. The blood pooling at Hen’s feet gives them pause. *Shit*, is he about to die? Hans stops their celebration and grabs **+10 HP** to toss at **Hen**. **‘Don’t you *dare* die now!’** Hans signs firmly towards her.