We play as one

I nodded to my designer, Zecora. She nodded to me, telling me to go into my tube, which would lead me onto the battlefield.

I stood on the podium, poised, my eye on the bow and arrow. I glanced at Flash. He shook his head. When the horn went, the careers went straight for the weapons. I was nearly killed, nearly stabbed by a knife. I held up a bag to protect myself.

The knife had embedded itself in the bag. I had earned myself a knife.

I ran into the forest as fast as my legs could carry me. I slipped down a bank, finding myself in a clearing.

And that was when I decided to make my own bow and arrow.