Paralysis (Open)

"Balance is key. The blade must thrust forward to the opponent. Take an aggressive stance and push. Return to defensive position. Breathe," My thoughts race as I perform these tasks in the graceful dance of the sword fight.

The training center walls had disappeared. I glanced around at the instructor with his clipboard taking in the scrimmage. His clipboard probably has Talent Emerson with a picture of me on it with a series of boxes to check. My glance was a bad mistake. The opponent saw the opportunity.


"Evasive maneuver to the left. Not fast enough. Hit right leg, they will surely deduct points for that. Reposition stance. Block left blow. Thrust right, jump left. Use sword deflect blow and pull weapon down. Take weapon and slit the neck," I think to myself in order to act upon it.

The whistle blew signaling the match was over. I stood there unwilling to move, watching carefully beneath the protection of my mask. Finally, I backed down and put the swords back in their case. I took of my body suit and turned around to see my opponent do the same. When my opponent turned around, I could see defeat. There was something strange though. I knew who this person was. I didn´t want to, but I did. I tried to remember, but when I finally turned away, I still did not have a clue.

It didn´t matter anyway because there was no way I didn´t pass that test. I love the way a sword feels, the balance of the blade and handle. I walked around the silver blades running the tips of my fingers over each one. No one really paid attention to me, but I like it like that. My eyes drift to the other careers in training. They're laughing as on of them spears the heart of a nearby dummy. Laughing. I wonder what it feels like to laugh. It is dangerous to think about these things, so I move on because it might get in the way of what I need to be focusing on. Training. I head over to the bow and arrows, even though I hate the twang of the sting and am pretty bad at it. Who knows, maybe in the next Hunger Games I'll be reaped and all I will have are a bow and arrows. I pick up the bow and position myself. I let an arrow fly, but then realize I'm too unfocused. I take some breaths and try again. This one flies into the arm of the dummy.

"Arm bow with arrow. Pull back. Deep Breath and hold," I think to myself.

The arrow flies into the dummies torso. I hear footsteps approaching. I whip around with my bow and end up smacking someone right in the face. The person takes a few steps back. I stay where I am, afraid of human interaction. It's my opponent.

"We could just walk away," Another thought to myself.

I sigh as I realize that if I do, I might get in trouble, which has happened before. I step forward to help my old foe up...


OOC NOTE: This is my first thread, so please give me feedback, been through some of the guides but I will acceptt any advice!