[Archer, Clint Barton's POV]
I have spent a good part of my life as an Agent under SHIELD. I have had assignments that have sent me deep into the Jungles of the Amazon and military compounds filled with hundreds of men. I've fought mutants and everything in between. Yet, there has been no place I have hated more than this god-awful desert crawling with giant death worms, flying dragons, giant mantises that could leap at you from fifty feet away, giant snakes that could swallow me whole, and the meanest giant turkeys I've ever seen. I hated this place, but as luck would have it, I was not going at this alone. I had a partner. One Black Widow, trained by the Red Room to be the perfect assassin, and while her skills weren't that effective here, I was glad to have someone with her experience and skills by my side and watching my back.
She was especially effective against the others roaming this Scorched hell. However, with the massive Sandstorm that surrounded us, the aggressive beasts roaming the Desert, and others, few of us were still alive and kicking, and the number dwindled as we were pushed further and further into the Dunes, the most treacherous area of this blasted Desert.
While most of the Dangers in the Dunes were quickly taken care of by my Compound bow or Romonov's guns, the deathworms proved to be the most dangerous as they hid beneath the Sand, only bursting out like a damn giant chest-burster if they sensed movement above. We watched one of the others, and a few of their tames get swallowed whole by the damn things.
Luckily, you could tell when one was approaching when the sand and ground beneath you started to shake and rumble. Something that told us when to scatter to avoid being a Death Worm's lunch.
At the moment, we were camped out in the mountains, our backs against the sandstorm that was slowly overtaking the area, pushing us further into the Dunes by the hour. We had a few dinosaurs in our 'camp,' but they would be slaughtered by the sheer number of things crawling in the Dunes. Plus, they'd give us away once we headed out into the Sand Dunes.
"What do we do with them then?" I asked, looking at the random assortment of Dinosaurs we tamed for their usefulness, such as the Jerboas, Vultures, and even a Morellatops to carry all our water.
"We can use them as a diversion, send them off in one direction while we go another, or we can follow from behind and wait until one of the others attacks them and eliminate them. Either way, we'll need to travel light and try to keep quiet. We start shooting, and we'll draw everyone to us, even if it may scare most of the Dinosaurs that chase us," The Black Widow spoke simply, cleaning her Simple Longneck rifle of sand that accumulated in the barrel and throughout its structure.
"I'd say follow. Our Dinos will draw all the attention away and clear the way of any Death Worms that may be hiding under the Dunes or hostile dinosaurs," I pitched in, my hands sharpening broadheads with what metal we had over a stone grinder. We had but one night and a day till the Sandstorm covered the entire Desert, and we had at most an hour or two before we'd have to head into the Dunes, whether we liked it or not, so I was preparing as many arrows as I could for the day ahead. Luckily, the inventory our Specimen Implants had allowed me to carry nearly three hundred arrows, not that I believed it would be enough, so I was also making two quivers as well that I could sling onto my back that could at most hold fifty arrows each.
"Sounds good, we'll go with that. In the meantime," she pulled out binoculars, "I'll look around."
Nodding, I returned to work, briefly glancing at the counter in the corner of my vision.
[6/100]
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[Lucky, Natasha Romonov's POV]
Perched atop a boulder, I peered down into the Sand Dunes, where I could already see T-Wrexs wandering about, attacking everything in sight, hordes of giant snakes, spiders, ants, and god knows what else, but I also saw something that didn't belong. One of the participants and their little horde of Dinosaurs is fending off a Death Worm in the distance. He rode atop a Morellatops with a ballista pointed right at the Death Worm that lunged out from the sand.
A giant bolt flew from the ballista straight into the Death Worm's head, killing it nearly instantly. At most, the man had a few more of those, but if we played our cards right, we'd be able to avoid the man until he was weak and either close enough to where I could pick him off with a careful shot with my rifle, or lure another Death Worm to his little pack.
That is precisely why I didn't want to keep our Dinos with us; they'd slow us down and make us a target for anyone keeping an eye and ear out.
Looking around for a few more minutes, I stashed the binoculars and headed back to our little camp.
"Ready?" I asked Clint.
"Just about," Clint answered, climbing up from the grinder with a broadhead before tying it with some fiber to the shaft of an arrow.
"Good, then let's get going," I spoke up, looking at the Sandstorm slowly making its way over the mountain peak and down to us.
Seems we'd be stuck in the Dunes for the night.
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[Poison Ivy, Dr. Pamela Isley's POV]
Watching as my Sabertooths lunged for the girl before me, I dodged out of the way as they raised their pistol and fired; she missed her shot.
[5/100]
Glancing at the counter, I sighed. I was surprised to find that there were still four others out here in the Dunes. This place was by far the most hostile ecosystem I had ever seen, one chock-full of Predators everywhere. They came from the sky and the ground; if they were mantises, they came flying through the air from out of nowhere.
It had to be artificial, given the numerous predators in the area.
I even spotted some extensive ruins in the distance, halfway buried under the sand. I was making my way to them, my T. rex not far behind me, proving to be my primary source of protection against the hazards of the dunes. As I traveled, I noticed the counter tick down again.
[4/100]
Upon sundown, I made camp, ordering my Dinos to protect me while I took the chance to sleep in my thick sleeping bag.
When morning arose, I noticed the Sandstorm was uncomfortably close to my body, mere feet away.
Scampering awake, I noticed yet another change.
[2/100]
There was just one other person left?
I climbed atop my rex, finding that the ruins I was heading to were partially consumed by the sandstorm, leaving just sort of an arena.
As I moved towards the ruins, I felt a terrible pain as I was sent flying off my rex's saddle down to the ground, followed by a loud bang.
My Sabertooths, Rex, and Raptors leaped into action, dashing in the direction the shot came from.
I hissed in pain as I held my shoulder, attempting to stop the bleeding.
In the distance, I could see my Rex slam into the ruins, tearing it apart and sending someone fleeing out of the ruins, the Sabertooths and Raptors chasing after my Rex, not far behind.
More shots echoed across the dunes, and I was notified that four of six raptors had died.
Climbing to my feet and applying some bandages, I began to move towards the ruins to take cover.
Shots continued to ring out as the rest of my raptors met their death, followed by one of the Sabertooths, but as I crouched against the ruined building, I froze.
[1/100]
[Congratulations! You have won the second round tournament 2-B!]
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