Tri-District Tournament Day Two: Morrisen vs. Fray

Fray. The name makes my eyebrow raise. I couldn't care less about what her actual name was, it's what was attached to the end of it that piqued my curiosity. She didn't look like much - a small frame and I could tell from across the mat that I had a few inches on her. Maybe this one will be quick, like a flash of lightning, blinding and burning brightly and it's gone the second you see it.

The spear feels heavier in my grasp this time. Fray moves into a lazy stance with an equally lazy smile, her eyes barely flicking open, and I can't tell if she's high or not. Maybe she heard that she was going to face me and decided if she was going to get her ass-kicked that it would be better if she was strung out. Or she's just bored, but I'd prefer the first option.

"Charmed."

Her words are breathy, and even they feel half-assed. She swings her sword, catching me off guard, and before I can move away from the blade, it nicks me in the shoulder. Eh, it was a flesh wound, I've felt worse.

"Wish I could say the same."

My upper lip curls and I swing.

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"Why can't you?" she sighs, "lips still sore from the injections?"

Her words are like ice. Fray's lippy, I'll give her that, but nothing else. She puckers up her lips and blows a kiss at me, and I have half a mind to drop the spear and punch her instead. She wouldn't look as pretty when her nose is facing a different direction. Maybe I'll redecorate her face with a few bruises, I heard the smokey eye was making a comeback.

Fray's sword digs into my leg, right above the gauze wrapped around my wound from the last fight. That dirty bitch. A groan escapes from my lips when I try to move, a wild, burning sensation exploding from where she just stabbed me. I grit my teeth, gripping the spear tighter and looking her straight in her eyes. Her eyes look like mine, maybe we were sisters in another life. But even then, it wouldn't stop me from beating her.

I have to.

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There's a moment when Fray's flies past my eye and I could see it glint in the sunlight in my peripheral before it cut into my skull, that I thought I was going to lose. A fire burns in her eyes that I didn't see before, that I didn't account for. She was stronger than I thought, smarter, faster. She wastes no time to swing, barely giving me a chance to recover.

Fray treats the battle as a dance, moving around me in fluid motions. Fine, I'll bite. It's the only option I have now, it's either that or lose. And that's something I can't afford to do. My lips are still curled and my eyes are narrowed. "Who taught you that one?" She asks and it makes my heart burn. I want to see her on the ground, bleeding, when the realization hits that she's lost. A few good hits and that's all she's good for. The Fray's weren't special no matter how hard they parade themselves to be, they never were. Their time in the spotlight is waning.

I don't answer her before I strike.

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Fray gasps when my spear digs into her skin, and I can't help but smile just a little. It's what she deserves, and I'll make sure she feels worse before this is over. I use my legs to pivot away from her blade, but I wince from the white-hot pain and freeze, giving her just enough room to cut a gash into my forehead. Blood dripped into my eyes and all I could see was red. She was red.

The spear felt heavy in my hands, but I still held it tight in my grip. There was not an inch of me that would've given up, especially not a Fray, especially not to this one. There's a rage building inside of me, burning, and it wants her to bleed. It wants her to hurt, to feel the pain that I do.

And I indulge that urge. I let it consume me. She will fall to my blade before this fight is over and the camera captures every second of it for her family to see.

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My blows are becoming desperate, wild, and I could tell that she sees it too. Her eyes held no information, no emotion, no giveaways, but they were watching. I could see them flickering from my hands to my feet to my face, observing and calculating. If she thinks she can beat me by reading my face then she's mistaken.

Fray's out of breath too, her chest heaves with each one she takes, her shoulders caving in and then filling back out. We're level here, both bleeding out onto the mat, almost at our breaking points, but I know I can outlast her there. All I have to do is push her further, to break her, shatter her like a diamond, and watch all the facets gleam when they fall.

When I swing, I remember to breathe, at this point, it's a waiting game.

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