Tri-District Tournament Day One: Lumiere vs. Cox

It's no shocker that because my name is Ares, I'm good at this kind of stuff. I was basically designed to fight, really, and I've got no shame in it. The last few rounds all came by pretty easily. Or that's what my opponent knows, unless she decided to do some research on her opponents coming into the top 16. I mostly wanted the fights to end, so I could go back to the beach. It was nice there. While it is winter, the cooler breeze that floats in the air is peaceful to me. It's like a light splash of cold water in your face to wake you up.

My opponent, some girl named Becky Cox, spoke up. "Hey Lumiere, show me what you've got." What a boring way to start talking. "Sure. Any other requests I can make for you?" I give a smirk and a nod, with the sword gripped firmly in my hand. "This may not end very long."

[attacks becky, sword]
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[ sc 3.5 ]

This Becky girl wasn't a big fan of talking, it seems. Alright, I can do that. It's a bit boring, but I can do it. My first hit wasn't anything that was worth preaching to the stars about, but I wasn't exactly aiming for stars. I wasn't aiming for failure either, but if I did too perfect, I'd have high expectations for me if I were to ever get reaped. That's why my last few days didn't go as perfect as I wanted. Sure, I won enough of them to get here. But I got bored of doing the same routine of letting it happen. This time I figure it's more fun to make it happen.

I also wanted to get to know my opponent a bit more. It'd be nice to say that I made at least one friend, or acquaintance, while I was in four. That way, Mom can feel happy that she sent me here. I think she was more concerned about me making friends than me fighting. The girl gave a chuckle and a swing, neither of us are performing too impressively so far. I want to cut the silence, but I let it hover.

But I let my sword fly.

[attacks becky, sword]
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[ 4.5 ]

Okay, well, as much as I wanted to just make it happen, it definitely won't be. This feels like it's a fight in the Games' how slowly we're enduring this fight. A slow, painful burn. Not that the scratches are painful. The silence is. Trying to act like we're just… not real. That's something else that always bothered me about these types of things. When people fit, they become silent. As if the life in their body already left them.

"Tell me," she speaks up, and my first thought is thank fuck. This was about to get boring if we just swung at each other in a depressive, mechanical silence. "Why are you in this tournament?" That's a good question. I don't really know. There's no specific motive for me, maybe the glory would be fun and all to behold. Mom mostly.

"My mom made me." I let out a nervous chuckle, my cheeks flashing red. "She thinks I don't do enough with my career training." She wasn't entirely wrong, but I didn't really care. I didn't expect to get in the Games. "What about you? What has you here?"

[attacks becky, sword]
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[ dg 8.0  ]

Moments after I spoke and swung, I had finally made a decent enough attack. Nice. Maybe this talking, this was good. Which isn't good for me because I am boring. There's just not a lot in depth to me outside my training. What am I supposed to do outside of train? My name is literally based on the god of war. "I guess it's a way to prove myself," That's kind of cute. I guess this is a way of crafting your own name. "To show people that I'm more capable than they may think."

I get that. Wanting to prove others wrong. I've always wanted to prove myself wrong whenever those thoughts of being boring fill my head. But I get... nervus, I get uncomfortable at the idea of trying something new out. I like what I do now. I train, sleep, eat, and I shower.

Okay, maybe it is a bit depressing. But the whole going out and doing new things stuff scares me. I like doing what I know.

"I take it you don't feel that need, since your mom doesn't think you train enough?" That's an interesting thought, but I don't think so. Mom sees how much I train, but she thinks I do it absentmindedly.

"I don't know, really," My sword shifts in my hand. "I think she doesn't really understand... me?" Wow, who would've thought I had to spill my thoughts and not only blood. "She assumes I'm lazy. I just have nothing else that I like to do, so she thinks that training is the only thing I want to do."

She wants me to fight, and god, I don't even know what I want to do.

[attacks becky, sword]
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