Tri-District Tournament Day One: Navarre vs Morrisen

There's a wildfire that sparks in my chest when my feet touch the mat and it's ravenous.

A smirk plays about my lips when my opponent takes his stance. Bad form, buddy. My spear is lightly gripped in one hand as I eye him, watching all of his movement likes a hawk.  He twirls the trident in his hands between his fingers. There's a slight hesitancy to his step, I notice. Most careers don't realize that they give away what they're about to do with how they move, even the slightest motions can snitch on you. But, then again, I learned from the best.

No, I am the best.

"Good luck...I'll try not to fuck you up too much," he taunts, his lips forming into a crooked smile. My eyes quickly flick back down to his feet. The heels of his foot are slightly hovering above the mat. It's too obvious what's he going for. He swings the trident and I duck and roll out from under it.

"It's hard to see when your head is shoved up your ass, maybe you should fix that next time and you might actually be able to hit me."

The raging fire in my chest burns brighter and I don't give him a chance to think before I swing.

annisa attacks adrian navarre with [ spear ]

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The side of his trident collides with my spear and the sound makes me cringe. It's something I haven't gotten used to, even after all these years, that sound still makes my ears ring and my head feel like television static. He looks at me, his eyes slightly widening after he blocks my blow.

I clench my jaw. Maybe he was smarter than I gave him credit for, or maybe it was just pure luck. It doesn't matter though, it's just delaying his fate. I simply had to win, the Morrisen name means something more now, and I couldn't let Annie see me lose. I might just fling myself off a cliff if that happened.

"You need to be faster than that babe," he quips. I narrow my eyes at him in chagrin.

"You know, Morrisen, you fight about as well as your cousin, Arc, did in the bloodbath," his words are aimed like knives at my skin, but they fall flat. I guess he thought that would hurt, that it would cut deep, but it's merely like a stick prodding at my skin, a vexing fly buzzing around my face.

I grit my teeth and shift my feet against the mat. His trident clashes against the metal of my spear.

"The more you talk, the more you're going to keep missing, babe," my lips curl and I swing.

annisa attacks adrian navarre with [ spear ]

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His trident digs into my leg and maybe it was just the shock, but I didn't feel it at first. But then it burned and it felt like the side of my leg had just been set ablaze. The lines of crimson that seep from the wound are lava against my skin, and somewhere in between the fire and the pain, a part of me is fueled by the blow.

This is what a fight truly felt like. I've felt my ribs shatter with each punch to my chest before and I've felt serrated blades tear through my skin as though it was nothing. I know what pain is, we're practically friends.

There's a wild look in the boy's eyes as he steps back, his knuckles have gone white from gripping his trident and the sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead. He's angry and that makes something stir inside of me, something cruel.

My lips turn into a sneer and I twirl the spear in between my fingers. I keep the distance between us, toeing the red line around the ring. The spear allows me to have a longer reach. My muscles twitch and the spear is aimed right at him.

annisa attacks adrian navarre with [ spear ]

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I smile when my spear pierces his foot.

He had that coming after trying to do that whatever jumping maneuver he did. His head was still shoved so far up his ass that he couldn't think properly. I could see the pain written on his face as he doubled over on the mat, a harsh groan escaping his lips. A part of me almost feels bad for him, almost. That hollowness in my chest is telling to me to swing again, but my heart skips a beat and I hesitate.

The boy gets up, seething, his shoulders rising and falling with his rapid breaths. "Fucking bitch!" His words taste of rage. He closes the gap between us, his face cherry-red and an anger in his steps. A smirk plays about my lips.

"Coming back at you, love."

There's a force to his swing, but it was sloppy. It flies by face and I can feel the cold air kiss my cheek. There's a hush to the crowd, I've almost forgotten they were there. They watch with hungry eyes. I hope Annie and Axel are watching, I want them to see what a true Morrisen can do.

I steady the spear in my grip and I swing, an eagerness pounding in my chest.

annisa attacks adrian navarre with [ spear ]

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