Chapter Eight - Quach
Quach watched in silence from atop a tree as the volcano rose near the other side of the forest. It was a small volcano, but nothing to be trifled with.
"Volcanos, so loud and annoying. I'd prefer something more... subtle, like some acid rain," commented Quach. "This would be the perfect time for a nice, calm game of Gomoku, but that Mayor wouldn't let me bring it. Dreadful person, she is."
Almost finished rising, the volcano began to puff out steam, ready to erupt. From his perch in the tree, Quach observed other tributes running away, some yelling, some screaming. He calmly pulled out his bow, then shot three arrows, at Oromis, Austin, and Felis. All three arrows hit their mark, and within a matter of seconds the number of tributes had gone from 14 to 11.
In the distance, the volcano spewed lava over the entire area nearby, frying several tributes. Angel, Jeb, and Type were all burnt to a crisp before they could even move.
Quach slowly climbed down out of his tree, as lava seeped closer.
Thinking to himself, he jogged away from the lava, not seeming to even notice it. "What is this, amateur hour? I would never get caught by something as simple as that. I am an intellectual, at least give me a challenge."
The lava seemed to stop in a place after a while, then slowly disappeared. As far as he could tell, nobody else had died.
A voice shouted from above him, "In only one hour, six more tributes have been eliminated! How exciting! For all the viewers at home, here are the final eight. Oof. Pin. Auk. Nubby. Tomato. Quach. Togepi. Rick. That's it, folks!"
Quach smiled. "Victory is near, and so is my Gomoku set."
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