[Day 1] Sabre Round 1: Moreno vs. Hammerfell

Back at it again. Olympics, something that he had been waiting for since the last one. Living with Leo was like a dream for himself. Loneliness had taken his soul and winded it into a form that Remo never wanted to be again, but once he heard the olympics were around, he just had to sign up for anything with the fencing sword. The first round would begin and figuring out who he was put up against, threw him off straight away. A Hammerfell, the supposedly strongest family that was contained within the fencing of District Two. The district who had killed Reyes in the finale, even though it had been long ago, something within Remo threatened to burn outside.

As he touches the matt, the world conforms to the target. Torka Hammerfell. A man who looked much bigger than himself in comparison, but Hammerfells had fallen hard before. Death to Mason by the hands of the place they were standing in. District Four, a place of oceans and waters and murder. Torka was only a man standing in his way of fame. Torka was only the first person and It'd be a tough match for him he could tell, so he prepared for the first blow, which had costed a lot more points than he realized. A perfect hit right off the bat. A rough match was beginning. Remo smiles and speaks out, a thought from his head as the bloodlust takes over with the sword in his hand, "How does it feel to be in the home of Mason's murderer? Bet it feels aggravating. After all bitches like Mason, get stitches."


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Torka was fairly good with a sword, probably better than Remo was, but that didn't matter. Only thing that mattered was the words that Torka spoke. District Four failing was laughable because they had, but at the same time, tributes have made it farther than District Two had made it. A laughable subject, but Remo stayed sharp even though he knew he was losing. Even though it meant that he'd go home a loser again, but he had Leo. Leo would make him feel better than anyone could ever make him feel. Leo and Rory would cheer him up with some night out or something of the sort. A drink with his name on it. The Moreno Moscato, a nice bottle of wine made from some field in the middle of nowhere. A laughable idea, but yet a perfect idea to wind down after all of it was over.

As the match continued, he blocked part of Hammerfell's attack with his own sword. The memory swarms his brain like a parasite. Dino's body laying dead upon the ground as Remo claimed victory to his sparring match. An evil laugh caught up in his throat. The same Moreno who was spewing up hate for all of District Two. They would kill him in the games if he was ever to be reaped. Leo was from District Two, so he had to watch his words, only slightly. In that moment though, the bloodlust and anger surged through his body as he spoke, "District Four has failed, but Two failed much harder. Just look at Achilles Muto and Heathcliff Travers. Such laughable tributes. Justice Fray was better than the both of them combined."


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Remo knew he would get his ass beat by a District Two. Leo did it the time before. Everything came down to the fact that District Two breed perfect monsters in their district, unlike District One and District Four. District Two made men and women who just seemed to be more violent than any other district could ever produce. Remo was getting angry, but with anger, there was failure and he knew that all too well. His words got the better of him in every way that they could. Remo held his blade and tried to block the blow, but it hit hard, just like the words that fell from Torka's lips. All Remo could do was get back up and try to fight for a comeback.

Everything was spiraling out of control and Remo could feel his body telling him he was losing. Air seemed rough to get inside of him, but he continued fighting for a victory. His words mean nothing, just like Remo's meant nothing. "Bring it on, Torka. Beat my ass. It doesn't matter if I win or lose. I'll still be better than you could ever be." Remo was a better man inside, than Torka. Torka had strength, but not the actual life outside of being just strong. Remo had everything else to fall back onto, music, friends, even someone he considers his true family. Torka Hammer fell could win the match, but Remo Moreno would win the war. With all the strength he could muster up, he strikes back at the brute.


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