[The jungle had many places to hide, but apparently there were enough Perimeter guards monitoring so that the only predators that they were likely to face were each other. Many dressed for the occasion, but he had noted that a few did not. It was a testament to skill that blending in didn't require a change of dress. He recognized many of the participants as those who might take great pleasure knocking him out of the running - not that anyone believe the group of three older people actually stood a chance.
Once in the forest, he set off with his team of two battle-hardened and skilled ladies. All three of them were tactical minds, and they fell into a rhythm far easier than one should as they moved for find a corner of the jungle that was defensible and allow them to use the terrain to their advantage. They weren't particularly anything special, but they were determined. They used hand signals with each, followed the lead of one another in a skilled ebb and flow.
In normal situations, Pierce was a politician. It had been a long time since he had seen active combat, but his senses had long ago been honed. His sense of awareness of himself and his surroundings was at its pique, and he proved that when he turned his head sharply when he sensed there was someone out there. Someone who could melt into and out of the foliage. His eyes flicked around and he bunkered down, not even ashamed of laying right into the soft soil.
Beyond him, Skywalker and Holdo were nearby. However, he was aware that it was him who was currently being stalked. He understood the risks of this game; someone could sneak in real bullets and a real gun if they so choose.]
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Once in the forest, he set off with his team of two battle-hardened and skilled ladies. All three of them were tactical minds, and they fell into a rhythm far easier than one should as they moved for find a corner of the jungle that was defensible and allow them to use the terrain to their advantage. They weren't particularly anything special, but they were determined. They used hand signals with each, followed the lead of one another in a skilled ebb and flow.
In normal situations, Pierce was a politician. It had been a long time since he had seen active combat, but his senses had long ago been honed. His sense of awareness of himself and his surroundings was at its pique, and he proved that when he turned his head sharply when he sensed there was someone out there. Someone who could melt into and out of the foliage. His eyes flicked around and he bunkered down, not even ashamed of laying right into the soft soil.
Beyond him, Skywalker and Holdo were nearby. However, he was aware that it was him who was currently being stalked. He understood the risks of this game; someone could sneak in real bullets and a real gun if they so choose.]