J. Magi

"Kaza, no." It tears through the skin near his elbow, but isn't very deep. He swings at her torso, trying to embed his knife in her stomach. "KAZA NO."

Po pulled out his own knife, instinctively moving to protect Kaza. He swung at her left arm. (this might get complicated fast . . .)

5- My math teacher

Sharpo stared at him. We both have to make sure that things change. "I . . . okay." Po finally decided, better to see his friend go down fighting than to watch him burn to death in the lava. "But please, try to stay in control." He untied him.

"We can leave now, I'd say, if you all feel pre-" Kurtis was cut of by load shouts outside, and the sound of metal on metal. The barkeeper winced, and ran to the back room, clearly making an attempt to hide. He managed to draw his sword before the doors burst open, revealing several large thugs, their weapons already bloodstained.

She caught him off guard and he winced, stumbling back. Her words echoed in his head . . . "I killed my sister" "I killed . . ." - - - - - - - - - - ". . . I killed her," He explained as he held Sharpo in his lap. "Why?" Po asked, deeply engrossed in the story. "Because, that's what the Hunger Games are like," his voice was quiet, but stern. "She asked me to kill her, because she knew it was the best choice she had . . . she knew she couldn't kill me." "Why couldn't you just be friends?" "Because, there were many evil people watching over us . . . I suspect we both would have died if we resisted." Po scrunched up his face, trying to understand. "That's sad . . ." He finally mumbled. "It is sad," Sharp'i said with a sigh, "But it's important." He was holding that little doll he always had with him, the one with the eyes made of silver. "I need you to know about this stuff Po . . . when you grow up, when I'm older, we both have to make sure that things change." Po sat up in his lap and pushed Sharp'i's dark hair out of his face. "You're not old yet silly." "Sometimes . . . you feel old before you're actually old Po," The young man explained, his eyes tired. "Well you don't gotta worry cause . . . cause I'm gonna stay with you even when we're both super old!" Sharp'i gave him a smile, rare in those days. "That sounds wonderful." - - - - - - - - - - He snapped out of his memory at Kaza's words. "If I let you go, you'll turn back into a monster . . ."

Oh yeah that's a good point! I almost forgot about that.

"No! I'm not going to leave you!" He was crying now and suddenly it was apparent he was just a little kid. Covered in dirt and blood and scared out of his mind. "I can't . . ."

"Don't encourage them . . ." "Oh nevermind."

"Maybe . . ." Po said with a shrug; he seemed a little distant.

Po put a gentle hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. "I appreciate that, even if it doesn't mean much now." He replied, glancing around the arena.

Po watched him carefully.

"Damn you too," He patted Kaza's head gently trying to be comforting.

"You are worth keeping around . . . you're all I have." He sighed. "I'm not going to win, Kaza, even if I left right now and fought all of them. I'm smaller and way more injured and . . . really exhausted." "Plus, if I stay here I can stop you if you break free."

"I do want to leave you," He said, sitting next to him in the grass.

Nice lol I always thought the art style was really cute

I've never actually played Pokemon . . . I have stricter parent's who didn't approve of it *shrug* I did have a couple cards though, and my fav was always Squirtle

It's hard with only one arm, but with some effort, Po manages to tie his arms behind his back fairly tightly.

I don't use it much either lol, but it leaks out sometimes

*concern*