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Duelling League Olympics: Swimming "I signed you up for the swimming competition. There is no reason why you should continue to be afraid of swimming, and this is the most logical course to cure you of that affliction." "That, and it's pretty embarassing to be associated with you, kid," Arngrim grumbled. "But I can't swim! How do you expect me to compete in a swimming contest if I can't swim?" "Learn. Quickly." said Arngrim. "We do not expect you to win. we simply wish you to do your best, and finish. Besides, you have added incentive." "And that would be..." "Should you succeed at completing that task before an hour has elapsed, you should still have enough time to go and compete in the archery tournament." Sighing and muttering to himself, Llew went off to look for anything that could help him... Llewelyn will not have an easy task. He has a week to teach himself how to swim well enough to complete one lap in a pool (about 100 meters). All personal flotation devices are banned, as are underwater breathing apparati and magic of all kinds. At least part of him must remain in the pool at all times, and he's not allowed to hang onto the lane separators or the pool edges. If he drowns, he will not find himself rescued until the archery competition is over. Can he overcome his greatest weakness and make his way to the contest in time? |
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DragoonJay Things were not going well for Llewelyn. The first thing he had done was consult with a few of the other swimmers, who were more than happy to help out the little archer. They taught him several valuable tips, like "You can't breathe water," "Just flail your arms and everything should be fine," and "Give up now and spare yourself the embarassment." "I knew I shouldn't have asked the competition for advice," said Llew. He then tried to conquer his fear at the kiddy pool. He was doing rather well, only suffering three panic attacks before getting in up to his waist. "This... this isn't so... bad... I mean, I'm not hurt yet..." That was the cue for Lezard to release the electric eels into the water. After spending a day at the RPGDL's medical facilities, and swearing eternal revenge on Lezard, Llew decided there was only one thing to do. If he was to survive, the only solution was to go through the rules and look for a loophole. He tried convincing the pool cleaner to only fill up the pool part-way so he couldn't drown, but Odin said no. Then he tried convincing Hojo to splice his genes to give him gills, but the mad doctor was uninterested. Even his pleas to Luca Blight to cut off one of his toes to place in the pool went unfulfilled, although it did lead to another night at the hospital. Finally, when all seemed darkest, the answer flew into his head. Cackling with glee, Llew began drawing up his plans... The day of the swimming meet arrived, and Llew was ready. He took his position with the rest of the swimmers, fully equipped. "What does that fool think he's doing?" asked Arngrim. The answer came quickly. As the other swimmers took off in the pool, Llew calmly took out his bow, tied a rope to an arrow, and fired. The aim was true, and the arrow lodged itself deep into the pool wall. He then took the other end of the rope, tied it to his starting block, and began shimmying along the rope, with his waist in the pool. The crowd booed mercilessly. "That's not swimming, you little worm!" "Disqualify him!" "Hit him!" "Build a bridge out of him!" "What?" "Sorry, I got caught up in the moment." Despite all the protesting, the judges agreed that it was within the rules set down, so there was nothing anyone could do. Slowly, Llew inched his way forward, creeping ever closer to his goal mere meters away... ...only to have an arrow crash out of a window, hurtle downwards, and snap the rope in two. Llew stared in shock for a moment as the rope in his hands went limp, leaving him to his own devices. The last thing he heard before going under came from outside. "Waah! Dart! Someone from the crowd might have been looking at me and I lost my concentration! Help me!" "Hate her... SO much..." glubbed Llewelyn. Llew wins: 14 Llew lives but fails: 5 Llew dies: 28 |
