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Story/0BattleRoyale.fountain

@@ -587,11 +587,11 @@ Across the clearing, three more movements in parallel:
 
 — **NONAME** drifts after him. Antennae high. No weapon. Falls into step with Rooster three paces behind, just close enough to be trailing, just far enough to read as his own entity. Rooster does not look back. Rooster does not have to. They move off together.
 
-— **UBEAR** does not go to the weapon pedestals. He goes to a supply crate at the near edge of the cornucopia, punches it open with the mech arm (gears whining, brass screaming), rummages, pulls out a HEAVY IRON CLUB and a hip-bag full of what looks like engineering scrap. He does not look at the altruists. He looks at the altruists.
+— **UBEAR** does not go to the weapon pedestals. He goes to a supply crate at the near edge of the cornucopia, punches it open with the mech arm (gears whining, brass screaming), rummages, pulls out a HEAVY IRON CLUB and a hip-bag full of what looks like engineering scrap. He looks at the altruists.
 
 Beanie clocks him. Beanie does not say so.
 
-— **ADRIAN.** Adrian does not approach the cornucopia. Adrian was never going to approach the cornucopia. The green sword on his hip is already the only weapon he is going to need today. He steps sideways, out of the clearing's line of fire, picks a tree to lean on, and watches. Hands in pockets. Eyes working.
+— **ADRIAN.** Adrian does not approach the cornucopia; he was never going to. The green sword on his hip is already the only weapon he is going to need today. He steps sideways, out of the clearing's line of fire, picks a tree to lean on, and watches. Hands in pockets. Eyes working.
 
 — **JENNI** moves last. Efficient. Picks a SPEAR from a middle pedestal, hefts it, approves of the weight, picks a second one — smaller, a hand-throwable javelin — tucks it under her arm. Nods once at the pedestal as if thanking it. Walks out of the clearing without jogging. The stylus clips back into the tablet rig at her shoulder.
 
@@ -609,8 +609,6 @@ Lead the way, skekSil.
 
 They go.
 
-Ubear does not follow them. Ubear follows them.
-
 Ubear follows them at a distance, through the trees, the iron club held low, the mech arm flexing once per step.
 
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@@ -621,6 +619,8 @@ INT. FOREST - CLEARING UNDER A FALLEN OAK - A LITTLE LATER (GAMETIME ~0:30)
 
 Azure sits on the oak, short sword across his knees, Cena tee gathered up at the middle in a clumsy knot so it won't catch on the sword. Beanie crouches nearby, sharpening one of her knives against the other. Starboy is on his back in the moss, small axe balanced on his stomach, galaxy eyes up at the leaves. Agate stands watch at the far edge of the clearing, wings folded, head tilted to the sounds of the woods.
 
+Off in the distance, Noname climbs a tree, watching the group intently.
+
 STARBOY
 (to the sky)
 So, uh. Hot take.
@@ -640,7 +640,7 @@ Like — like, anyone can be mean. You can be mean when you're tired, you can be
 He lifts his head, just a little.
 
 STARBOY (CONT'D)
-Kind when you're tired? Kind when you're scared? That's the hard one. That's the one worth doing.
+*Kind* when you're tired? *Kind* when you're scared? That's the hard one. That's the one worth doing.
 
 AZURE
 (quiet, to his own knees)
@@ -973,7 +973,7 @@ Behind him, not trying to be quiet — not trying to be *loud* either — ADRIAN
 
 Adrian does not greet him. Adrian draws.
 
-The green sword comes out of its sheath in a single, bored motion — mod-rank steel, the literal rendering of the icon, a blade green enough that it reads as a choice rather than a color. The first time it has left the sheath all film. The drones overhead track it immediately.
+The green sword comes out of its sheath in a single, routine motion — mod-rank steel, the literal rendering of the icon, a blade green enough that it reads as a choice rather than a color. The first time it has left the sheath all film. The drones overhead track it immediately.
 
 Ubear whirls.