Tri-District Tournament Exhibition: Winners Royale

Helen wasnt sure if she was ever going to get her chance to be in the games at this point. It had felt like years since she had seen any action to be quite clear. She had spent a lot of time on herself though, realizing that she had a lot more to offer than just being a deadly career.

She still trained, but she at least focused on what life would be like if she ever needed to let go of that dream. She had been making strides to at least become a trainer. She had already been somewhat skilled at her own craft, but now they were about kicking it high gear.

But, she still longed for the glory that she had attained when she won the first career tournament. District Two had finally gotten another victor in that time, but even then, no one seemed to be excited about that. She knew people always wondered why Helen had never been chosen. Luck mustve never been on her side.

She didnt need it anyway to be quite honest.

District Four had been nothing but a fever dream at this point, but she was at least enjoying the salt in the air. It reminded of all the days she spent sweating in order to build her own skills. She had never backed down from a challenge, and when they told her that she could at least taste a little more glory right here and now, she jumped at it. She would prove why she was the cream of the crop, even though both Leo and Rith seemed to be their own type of excellence.

Leo had a certain air about him. When she heard the last name, she even more so figured that it was a chip on his shoulder. After all, Krigel wasnt as synonymous with greatness anymore. Now that names like Morrisen, Hailsham, and Summers were far more interesting. He had seemed like he didnt want to be here, and wanted too all at the same time. As for Rith, he seemed somewhat brooding, and while Helen did not have much opinions on anyone from one, she could at least give him credit for making it all the way through his own tournament.

After all, this was going to be a new type of hell.

Leo didnt wait too far after the matched was started. Helen saw the sword coming her way, but a slice on the skin made her feel even more alive. She was going to prove herself in more ways then one.

She held her glaive, the same one that she used to win her tournament all those years ago at the ready. She would not let this intimidate her. She would prove to these men that she would not sit still and look pretty.

She was much deadlier than that.

There was a little bit of life in the two in front of her, and for once, she felt like she was fighting for a purpose again. The boy from One had at least given her an answer, surprisingly so she thought about it a little longer. Himself. That was his driving force. An admirable, yet somewhat contrive thing to say. Helen simply gave a nod at him before taking a step back and dodging the sword thrust that was coming her way.

"The thrill of it all." she says eloquently before realizing that the boy from four was not wasting any time on pleasentries. Were all people like four like this? She wasnt sure, and quite honestly, the blade that was stabbed through her own arm was reason enough to tell her that she shouldnt care.

Instead of saying anything, he simply commands her to spill herself. Helen pulls her arm away from the sword, blood pooling, but she does not stop. She is too busy letting adrenaline take over.

"and proving that I was born for this." Helen shakes her head before watching the boy from one fall. "How about you? Victor Legacy?" Helen now sees this as a one on one fight, she was not going to back down in this moment.

She swung at him, because her pride was on the line.

And she was going to protect that.

There was a moment of awkward juxtaposition that even Helen realized might have been purposeful. After all, he was a career, but Helen did have a feeling that he did not feel the same way like he once did. The way he moved across the battle field was a completely different story. His words did not match his actions.

Helen was intrigued. She wondered what was going through his head. Obviously it could have been a multitude of things, none of which would probably share the same strand as Helen's. Helen could sit here all day and try to analyze him, play mind games and rip his confidence to shreds.

However, she was no longer that monster. She did what she did for herself. She wanted to prove to herself that she was strong and capable. Thats why she didnt take any hand outs from Jelani, or give any long tirades about how she was going to take out each of her opponents. She suffered battle wounds that no one could see, but she was not a tragic hero.

She was no villain either. She was just a normal girl trying to make ends meet when it came to her own happiness.

"One goal right now..." Helen said, her body moving out of the way, her glaive in toe. "that means nothing in the long run anyway." Helen was honest, she felt a little tired, but she knew that keeping on would be wise. "Whatever you are holding onto..." Helen raised her glaive.

"Let go."

and she swung.