[Day 4] Foil Finale: Moreno vs. Keller

Qila Keller.

A nobody to the names that everyone knew. That's all they were though. Names. Something that put an instant label upon someone's skin. Brute was stuck to his own, but he was no brute. Guitar was his passion. Kindness was something he had for everyone, even people like Torka and Benit. He was not a brute of power and destruction. Weak men were in the ones who were brutes, thinking of themselves as high and mighty, that wasn't Remo. Remo Moreno was the kid who played guitar, cooked dinner for Leo every so often, helped the old woman in the square prepare her goods to sell. Remo Moreno wasn't a brute, no matter the label upon his body. As he prepared for the match to go forward, all he could think of was how the girl named Qila Keller had defeated a Hammerfell, making the boy cry. A highlight of the olympics if they did highlights of it.

His blade sits in his hand comfortable. The grip tightening as he remembers of the people he had to take down in order to make it as far as he had. Tommen Lyon was the start. A boy who he kept his promise with. He was going all the way, for the Little Lyon Man who was considered a failure to his father, just like Remo had been when his real father perished. Marshall Dunn was a different story, of passion, lust, attraction, and so much more. Remo wanted to remember the blonde male for as long as he could. All he had thought at the time was that if he lost, that would be the highlight of the olympics for him. Marshall Dunn was a blessing. And lastly, was the man who he had faced only the other day. Benit. A man filled with anger in everything he does. Remo had taken him down with everything he had. The words that fell from his lips had been nothing but terrible lies upon his skin.

Now it was Qila Keller who was going to join the names upon his blade. The gold was in his sights, ready to be taken from the grasp of anyone in his way. Qila didn't look like a vicious or frightening person. She was in the way though, so he would defeat her with everything he's got. As he stares at her across from him the match begins. SHe's quicker than him, striking fast, but his hand moves faster, blocking the major blow that it would have caused. With her guard up, he pounces. Striking with all the names that lay before him. Remo Moreno wasn't going to be one of them.


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Metal clashed against metal like he would hear training in District One with people he never truly knew by name. Now he had names upon his blade, enemies and friends defeated by his own skill and determination to keep his promise to The Little Lyon Man. The determination to prove to Marshall that Remo was truly a swordsman worth putting on a different list. Torka Hammerfell couldn't have beaten him in Foil. This was the event where everything bad began to change into the good life. Remo Moreno had faced Challenges of emotions and pure heart breaking events, but he was still alive and breathing. As he watches her prepare to strike, he can see the fire in her soul waiting to break out. Remo Moreno knew the brave by the look in their stance, body, and sometimes their soul. Qila Keller was like him in a way. Fighting for reasons unknown, but they both had to be fighting for something that brought a blaze to their hearts. Remo Moreno was fighting for everyone and anyone, proving that he wasn't weak like some of the competitors have told him.

As Qila strikes again, Remo easily blocks it like he had done so before. Qila needed to open up to the fire that he could see if she was to beat him. Remo Moreno had already opened his heart up to the fire inside of him. The sorrows he's endured, nothing could take him down in a moment like this. The world wanted him to win. Moreno names were rare in the world they lived in now. Not many stand around waiting to get reaped and prove the Moreno name to the world. The Frays were the new era of District One families, but he wouldn't let them take away the Moreno's popularity. No one could do that. He would prove it in the match they were in. He strikes forward with the pride of renewing the Moreno name to it's former glory. He strikes for them.


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Pity was something that Remo could feel he got whenever someone heard his name. Pity for how his life was centered around the Games. Pity for all the atrocities that people believed he had gone through. Some of the things that he had done were tough, others were not so much. His hand feels firm upon the blade like the first time he touched a sword. The handle felt perfect within his hand. An extension to his body, an arm that could cut through bodies like they were butter, but that wasn't the only thing he remembered when he first got one. The feeling of strength surged through the tiny boy when he grabbed his first sword, power and strength in the swing of it, but that was years ago. Now he stands before Qila Keller, a girl who had toppled a Hammerfell.

Remo couldn't be fearful in their fight. He couldn't focus on the past, he needed to focus on the future of their fight. Remo Moreno was getting that gold, no matter who he had to take down. Qila Keller was just another name that he was going to topple from the glory of it all. Moreno was a name to be feared and he would prove it to her and the entire world. The Morenos would always be stronger than anyone, even the Frays who had beaten him once already. She no longer lived, but his humiliation still lived on, under his skin. Clawing and pulling at his pride. Remo Moreno wouldn't fall again. He'd rise up and take down his enemies with a swift blade. He strikes forward like a swift animal.

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As he hears her cry, his hand tightens on the handle. Blood pumping as she dances around his blows like nothing. The crowd cheers for her and he feels the humiliation taking his body into the darkest place again. Torka Hammerfell beating him. Hamlet Speare destroying him. And the girl in boxing knocking him out easily. Humiliation was something that was needed for strength, but he's had enough of it, just like he's had enough the girl named Qila. It was time for him to end the match as quickly as possible. The world was watching. Leo was out there and the disappointment of it would make Remo fall in disgrace for a third time in his lifetime.

Instead of falling, he stands tall like a tree in a storm. The beating of the weather only causing minor damage to it. The tree would stand tall and healthy the next day. Remo Moreno was going to defeat the storm that was in front of him. He was a tree standing in a storm, but this time he wouldn't fall like the other times. Tommen Lyon had tried to tip him. Marshall Dunn had tried to ease him over. Benit had tried to collapse his stump, but nothing worked. Remo Moreno would stand tall in his victory. He strikes forward with a hiss, the memories of the humiliation upon his skin. He would take Qila Keller down even if he had to injury her to do it.

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The buzz of everything shakes him to his core. He was losing officially. The world hated him, he was so close to victory and yet it wanted to take that away from him within a second. Qila Keller was by far quicker than he was, easily jumping out of the way of the blade. He focuses down on her movements every time. Watching as she jumps back away from is blade and he feels frustrated, but frustration causes mistakes. He breathes a quick and deep breathe as she strikes a perfect blow upon his body. The world was watching him fail to beat a girl from his own district. The girl was defeating him hit by hit. He needed to come back now or else it was over, but it was never over. Not until one of them falls.

Remo feels his heart pound against his chest. Eyes stare down from the crowd filling him with determination to take Qila out of the glory. The crowd screamed as she got the perfect hit. The crowd was originally on his side, but a darkhorse always got the crowd going and he knew that. Instead of swiftly attacking back right away, he waits for an opening and then strikes forward, Leo's eyes staring at him in the midst of it all.

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