As the day wore on and the consolation bracket gradually reached its conclusion, the excitement gradually shifted its way towards the last, final match of the impromptu tournament. Only two remained out of the original sixteen, and it remained to be seen which of these powerful and, admittingly lucky as well, fighters would emerge on top.
The fact had been whispered since before the semis had started, that no matter what happened the end result would be a match between a boy and a girl. Fitting, really, especially given that with no Quell for another five years that roster was all but guaranteed in the next few Games - and if either one of these proven titans were truly worthy, they'd know what to do when summer came around yet again.
This finale match is between Helen Thieves (Ryan) and Serpentino Reznik (Mattio)
I could still taste blood in my mouth from the morning when pretty boy took some head bouncing swings at me. Still, though, despite his best efforts and clear favoritism status, my hand raised as the winner of the fight. Pascal’s roar was like a lion that caught dinner for his pride, the venom that lies within a snake’s fangs proved to be painfully more impressive.
They stitched and sewed up my ear between the fight with pretty boy’s blue eyes and the finals. My opponent was a girl by the name of Helen, tall and clearly worthy of being called a career. Standards, rules, and regulations made it difficult for anyone who wasn’t of top District Two pedigree to get it, so I made sure not to underestimate her.
She was no Cordelia, but I remained stubborn to the core that chivalry did not exist in the ring, just like the Games and just like in life. Who she was and what she looked like didn’t stop me from licking my fangs before our fight. Razor sharp is how I like it, no matter if I’m one finger and a throbbing ear closer to being crushed.
Removing my shirt from my body, I let the cloth run across my face one last time. A final war after a painful weekend, but to my surprise I wasn’t exhausted at all. Eyes beamed to Helen Thieves, I cracked my neck to my left and right, raising the glaive that had Ubbe and Cordelia’s blood (and pretty boy’s tears), and got ready to fight.
This is what I was waiting for: the python’s final meal.
I lunge forward, swinging the glaive.
“Good luck, sweetheart.”
attacks helen w bloody glaive x9yf0JDnu|glaive 13016 -- Shallow Cut on Right Shoulder -- 3.5 damage
How does she even explain getting this far? She doesnt, because she knows damn well that she deserved to be here. She had toppled over three of the fiercest careers that the district had to offer and yet, there was still one more that was standing in her way. She did not think about it in a bad way though, because at this point, they had done enough to make her name known, and even losing here would not be the end of the world.
But that didnt mean she didnt want to win. She wanted to do this for herself as much as she wanted to do this for the honor that it came with. To be known as one of the strongest hopefuls that District Two has to offer truly was something to behold in the eyes of Helen Thieves, but it was way to early for her to celebrate. Because her opponent was staring at her like she was fresh meat, and Helen couldnt help but smirk.
Another man who thinks that she is some silly little girl that cant keep up.
She did not bother with trying to correct his way of thinking, because at the end of the day, it did not matter. The word sweetheart made her blood boil. She was just going to have to show him that this sweetheart was nothing like that word implied. "Far from it muscles." She spoke clearly as she looked at the bafoonery that was going on in front of her. A small cut on her shoulder would not make her falter. She was determined to finish this and claim what was her.
And so she lifted her glaive, charging forward and staking her claim to the throne that she deserved.
Helen attacks Tino || Glaive XNGF|G65Zxglaive [13177 -- Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage (Glaive)]
“Far from it, muscles,” she replies, viewing my genuine compliment as something degrading. Wasn’t my intention at all when I called her sweetheart.
Our glaives exchange minor blows, mine to her side and hers to my stomach. It hurts a little bit, just like every other swing that my past opponents landing on my flesh, but now shirtless, it’s visible, and perhaps I like it that way. I wipe the drop of blood falling from the cut from landing on my pants. The new pair of pants, given to me by my father to replace my older, bloodier ones, wasn’t meant to be stained red.
This moment is perfect, and I did not wish for crimson to ruin the most prominent outfit of my life.
“Helen, right?” I ask her, getting ready to swing again. “What’s your story? How’d you end up here?”
My wrist twists slightly to the side and I swing the glaive again, half for effectiveness and half for the show. District Two is watching, and I planned on commanding their respect if it was the last thing I did.
attacks helen w bloody glaive 167Jh2c|aVglaive 13047 -- Shallow Cut on Forehead -- 4.5 damage
Helen didn’t even try to flinch from the attack. Right now she felt nothing, but the boy must have felt a certain type of way because he would not stop talking and fight like Helen wanted. If he wanted to chat, then Helen would have no chioce to oblige. After all, there really wasn’t any harm done. Not yet at the least.
”yep. Helen is correct.”. She said as she held back her glaive and tried to calm herself. She wasn’t nervous or scared, she was ready. She smiled at the boy who seemed to ask what she would consider a personal question, but she didn’t mind it so much. After all, this would have been a good starting point for her bid on being the 81st female tribute. She takes a deep breath and begins to think about where it all began. ”it all started when my mom was accidentally murdered at the career facility she taught at.” She pursed her lips at the boy and tried to gauge what to do next.
”I was young but from that point on I vowed to go into the games and bring honor to the Thieves name.”. She smirked before holding her Glaive out in front of him, ”What about you, Tino was it? Helen asked as she moved in sync with her words. This was her chance to strike after all. Hopefully she could bring an end to this quickly.
Helen attacks Tino || Glaive zZNBa0hmttglaive [SC on Back for 4]
The girl, who confirms her name to be Helen, begins to tell me her story. Her mother was murdered while teaching at a training center. Probably a rare occurrence, but I feel sympathy for her. To go and train in a place with such a traumatic experience must take a lot of perseverance.
She vowed to fight in the games to honor her name and her mother’s and I respect that. Honor, for one reason or another, is the reason we’re all here, fighting to the bitter end for a title. A title, one that we were both one victory away from.
“What about you, Tino was it?”
I smile, not knowing what to say. “Well, my own story certainly isn’t as intriguing as yours. I still want honor, though, but for the sake of wanting.”
Our glaives exchange another set of swings before I finish what I was going to say, “I’ve got nothing to prove, but everything to give. Nothing wrong with that, I hope.”
“Honor and pride, sweetheart, that’s all we’ll ever want,”
My words aren’t as poison-tipped as before, perhaps I’m letting my guard down with Helen Thieves.
Or maybe she’s too exhausting to settle my fangs into.
attacks helen w bloody glaive sbEypGnGieglaive 13182 -- Block -- 0.0 damage
Helen did not waste a beat. She couldnt and she didnt want too. She is here because she wants to show the district that she is a ready and capable fighter. She wants to show her father that there is still hope in this world. She wants to show herself that she could do this.
She wants. She wants. She wants.
But does she need it? She isnt sure about that. But for what it was worth, yes, she felt like she needed it. This was her chance to put everything on the table and show the world what she could do after all. She had taken so many down with her skills already, but there is still this obsticale in front of her, and she was just going to have to conquer it.
”Nothing wrong with wanting Honor for the sake of wanting honor, I will never judge someone for that.. Helen said as her glaive met his, a clash of metal sounds reverberating harmoniously. She smirks, but she knows no to get cocky. Less she wanted to lose the momentum that was now given to her.
”but having something to fight for, even if its trivial, makes it mean so much more than what it is. Helen paused holding up her glaive to meet her opponent. Her eyes did not falter. She was ready and determined.
”So I hope you find what you are looking for. Helen smiled and swung her blade.
This was going to be a fight to remember.
Helen attacks Tino || Glaive XuPG_M3UsDglaive [SC on left forearm. +3.5]
She agreed with my desire to fight for honor, so even if our differences are great if why we’re here drastically contrasts one another, our drive is just the same: filled with blood and countless days of training. It was suiting, actually, for both of us to be in the finals. Our purposes are on two different spectrums: to honor death and to honor the strength of our lives.
She does, however, critique my reasoning as a bit petty. Trying to ignore it, I focus on where her glaive curves. I try to dodge it, but it still slices into my skin. You know, I’ve grown tired of all these scrapes and cuts glossing around my skin.
“I hope you are, too, Helen. I really do,” my blood trickles down my arm, and I can see the drops of blood on the floor.
All of this, all the blood, sweat, and tears when the fights are over, is for honor.
I want honor, and I will stop at nothing to have it.
attacks helen w bloody glaive AlASElL7Taglaive Miss
Helen cant seem to bring herself to block out the pressure that comes with such a big fight. She wants too, because right now, she needed to focus. She needed to show the world what she was made of, and if that meant she had to take down a boy who didnt share the exact same idealisms as she did, then she would do that.
After all, there could only be one winner here, and she thought about the empowerment that could come from being a woman and winning this thing. She would never be taken seriously unless she showed her worth, and the boy in front of her definitely had to have been one of the strong sense of victory.
But she had to work this out in her favor. And if the miss meant anything to her, she took a deep breath. She needed to be strong here. She prayed to make it out of here, but the blood would fall on her arm and she would just have to stop caring. ”keep giving your best. Please.”
Helen attacks Tino || Glaive fH4FAPxV1Dglaive [SC on stomach +4]
The blade cuts through the cold January’s air and back to my side. It’s sickening, really, to think that the crystal blue-eyed boy who called me Twinkie was right all this time. In the end, I was still an underdog given my injuries, no matter how confident I was for a fight. Maybe my victory against Pascal was a fluke after all.
Fluke or not, his head lies on my shoulders, and I plan to honor that victory with a fight against Helen to the bitter end.
Her own blade cuts to my exposed stomach and it stings. A smile curves on my face as the bitter air meets another flesh wound, chilling me from head to toe. The exact opposite feeling of taking a shower so hot that it’s cold, but still pleasing to the body.
She encourages me to keep giving my best, and I intend to. Mom and Dad taught me nothing otherwise.
“Of course, m’lady,” with another swing of my glaive, I accept that chivalry may have been a code of conduct all along and I just wasn’t willing to abide by their rules.
attacks helen w bloody glaive 2vCDMpdXUSglaive 13178 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
Helen tried to think of any other reason to justify hurting another person besides victory and honor. It was hard, seeing as the district prided itself on the very idea, and while it might have turned Helen’s stomach over once or twice, she did not let it stop her from continuing on. She had to remember that her reason for fighting was more than just childs play. She did this for her mother. She did this for her father. She did this for herself.
Her reasoning was always sound in her mind, and while she didnt fancy people who simply did this for the kick of it, or because hurting people was fun, she wasnt going to rain on their parade. After all, living in blind ignorance was as valid as Helen’s. So who was she to rain on someone’s parade?
He missed again and Helen didnt know what to do or say. Maybe he was tired, at least thats what she hoped. The last thing that Helen needed was to find out her opponent had a superiority complex. An unattractive sight for anyone who might have fancied him.
She could have said something to him, but she knew better. Silence was always the strongest answer anyway, so with that she swung her glaive. Hoping to finish this off.
Helen attacks Tino || Glaive xC1S2kMWC1glaive [SC for +3.5]
My disoriented arms slice once again down through the air, scraping the ground. Although I wanted to keep fighting at maximum strength, I felt it in my bones: the feeling of every ounce of my being draining like a funnel, drip by drip. My legs tremble and my arms shake, but I don’t fall to the ground and concede the fight, not yet. The one thing I was told walking in was to not concede the fight at any cost.
It seems like a petty fight, minor cuts, nothing as extreme as Cordelia cutting off one of my fingers or Pascal giving my ear a good tear. Day, night, day, and now night again, it’s all toppling one on top of another.
I don’t say anything, not one word, surprising not only my parents, but myself too. I need to focus at all costs on my blade and her skin.
Connect, I swing, praying that my tongue just needs a moment to rest.
attacks helen w bloody glaive 8fURubZLG1glaive 13012 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
Helen doesnt breath, because at this point, breathing felt like it was going to distract her from everything that she had worked for. Her blade made another small cut, and for some reason, she was not doing the damage that she wanted to do. She wanted this to be over, but it seemed like fate had something else in mind.
She takes a deep breath finally, realizing that the boy she had been facing had to have been tired. His blade couldnt connect, and honestly, Helen wasnt doing much damage either. It was starting to alarm her even, because she was proud, and she knew how to hold a glaive like it was a third arm for her.
She did not know what to do next, but she had to act quickly. Time was ticking, and soon enough, they would run out.
So its now or never, at least in her mind.
Helen attacks Tino || Glaive 3FvQbAcBKcglaive [13004 -- Shallow Cut on Back of Head -- 4.5 damage (Glaive)]