daylight of the jewels— conquer all {chautin&alexis}

.:Chautin Cartier:.

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The grip I hold along the hilt of my sword only grows from here on out. The task held alongside at hand is to defeat this girl, and this is the only thing that matters to me. I keep my icy gazed eyes focus along with hers. I match her pitch and keep my facial expression stoic, however it wasn't very hard for me anyway. What was her name? It didn't necessarily ring into mind when I thought even my hardest about the chart. To be completely honest, it wasn't one that mattered very much, seeing as after this match, it would surely be dropped from the brackets.

"I guess we're about to find out."

Her voice was bound to match the expression she seemed to hold onto so dearly. Reading her body language, it made itself apparent that she held herself greater than to show emotion. I couldn't blame her, having too many emotions to show proved the weak in everyone. It wasn't necessarily easy to read past her front with how she really felt, but what's the fun in a task that takes no effort? The way I viewed this girl was how I viewed a majority of my opponents, like glass, added with a deep layer of tint to hide what truly lays beneath, deep within her interior. And what is glass? Fragile. And to be dropped would result in shattered bits flying everywhere.

"And so we shall."

My beady eyes scanned the crowd and the Colosseum one final time, before the match officially commenced. One slight breeze blew through the open, tense air. The metallic strands tinkle together like wind chimes hanging off of your grandmothers porch. I walked towards the girl step by step, one after the other. In my mind, darkness began to take over, causing the beast to rise from within. He was full of malice, and seeked only to damage not only the girl, but everyone that stood between us and the crown. Victory is within reach, and we are going for it.

"Good luck. You might need it."

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.:Chautin Cartier:.

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One— Two Three— Hit Four.

"You underestimate me."

The girls cold, metal blade strikes one after another. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Four hits were gained in her benefit against me. She began with a good start, but this is still just the beginning, and we still have a while to go. A deep flurry of fluster grew gradually within the darkness of my interior. I feel my mouth open partially, the words to rebuttal her statement sit at the very tip of my tongue. However, I couldn't deny her that, I did underestimate her, and look at where we're at now. 2 to 4. I clench my jaw tightly, focusing on the art and dance of warfare. Breathe. Don't speak. Don't speak—

"Underestimation is a common mistake, this is a pleasant surprise on your part."

The girl is capable of winning the match, yet this isn't something I will prove to her. Just as she can manage, so can I. I clutch the hilt of my sword. My sword, an extension of my arm, something that I refuse to let go of until these battles are finished. Until each and every person's name has fallen and I, Chautin Cartier, reign as the champion. My name would go down in District One history, along side the other champions of this tournament from the previous years. 

Changing my stance, I hold my right arm back, while my left comes across my chest. My right hand position at the top of the hilt, my left at the bottom. Wasting no more time than that has already been lost, I charge towards the girl that stands before me. Show no mercy. Say nothing more. Nothing is exchanged between us any further than the icy gaze in my eyes, and the feel of hard metal she'll soon come into contact with. Proximity closes with each step—

Bump. Bump.

Was that the sound of my heart, or my footsteps beating against the hard ground that lays packed beneath our very feet? Perhaps it was both, but now is not the time to think, just do. Just do. Just—

Swing.

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.:Chautin Cartier:.

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One— Just One.

Sword comes into contact with sword, or rather sword and armor. With strenuous and valiant efforts, the girl's hits tick, tick down. One? Just one? A slight giggle manages to escape past my lips, my eyebrows scrunching downwards, while the corners of my lips shooting up. This is absolutely absurd. To me, it is absurd in the sense of how much her power marked down. From the rhythm of a powerful quartet, to a petty singlet, it was a shame on her part. The girl speaks nothing, perhaps she holds no words to justify the severe decrease on her effectiveness.

"Got your mind somewhere else? Keep in there, will you?"

A deceiving smile paints itself across my face as the words trail out, only enough so that even she can faintly hear. The taunts, the teasing, I, for some reason, threw confidence and arrogance around like it was nothing. It was tossed around this fight with ease, as though I was full of it, but in reality, this is nothing like me. Perhaps it is the mix of emotions, the blood lust, the crave for precious victory. Or perhaps the beast is releasing what is truly held deep inside? Who knows? Because surely I don't. While my words are thrown like daggers at the girl, who stands between me and the sweet victory I so longed for, she seems to be dodging the damage of them very well, or at least appears to be.

My mind is losing concentration, traveling elsewhere that is out of this terrestrial realm. The roar of the audience, begging for more, more and more, with their greediness. I couldn't let them down, I couldn't possibly give them the show that they didn't come for. Darkness was all I truly saw, nothing else. However, the beast that dwells within sees everything, holding a deep hatred for everyone. He is greedy. He is sadistic. He is all that can compose such a beautiful nightmare. To him, the girl is nothing but a shell made of glass. Tinted glass. She may be difficult to see through, but with his determination, she would surely shatter into millions of pieces that lay sprawled across this hard ground. He can picture it now, hundreds— thousands— millions of clean cut shards that lay astray from their puzzle. It made him happy, no, ecstatic, really. 

I press my lips together, before biting them to restrain myself from opening my mouth again. All the daggers I could throw her way, but I had to make the vigorous attempt to contain myself. Words aren't going to win this fight for me, the only thing that will is the art of war.

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.:Chautin Cartier:.

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Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

One— Two— Three— Four?

Four hits was the grand total of her last swift movements towards me. Letting down my guard was something that I couldn't allow to happen. My astonishment of the fact that she dropped to 1, then in almost an instant back to 4 hits left me perplexed.  

"Concentrate."

The word slips past my cracked lips, however only audible enough for me to hear. Recovering from the attack of the girl, I stare deep into her eyes. Hatred was one of the many things that radiated off of my presence, and towards her. Why wouldn't she just give in already? Doesn't she know it's best for her? Perhaps because this match held us neck in neck. This is surely a good one. While the easy way would be for one of us to back down now, it was more interesting to watch us duke it out, sword against sword. I could tell this girl is stronger than what I had set her to.

"You're naive."

A slight chuckle escapes, and I make it blatantly noticeable for her. Me? Naive? Perhaps so, but I don't mind. But, does she fail to realize? That everyone at some point is naive? Some can't help but show it more than others, and perhaps I did in this fight. I'm not naive, well at least not to me. I know what I'm doing, I know what I am saying, and although this isn't my usual self, it is the one I've become accustomed to in combat.

"Better naive than jaded."

Step after step, I charge and swing.

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