Foil Round 1: Sommers vs. Windblade
Sept 3, 2012 16:33:27 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix on Sept 3, 2012 16:33:27 GMT -5
[/justify][/size][/color][rand=1767797569920172155410610018157530725204731521488219824844688159127]Lotus Windblade
[7 - 2]
[sry out labor day weekend and forgot to ask for a substitute XD DON'T FORFEIT ME PWEEEEAASSEEE lol]
By now I'm not even paying attention anymore. I'm not the one to give up, but I need to calm down so I don't pull out the knife hidden under my pants and stab the crap out of this kid. Closing my mind, I imagine myself throwing knives in the training arena, each one easily hitting its mark. I wishthat there was a knife-throwing contest. I don't see why there freaking isn't. Maybe just to annoy me. I don't know. Anyway, that would have been TOO easy to win.
But this isn't knife-throwing. This is sword-to-sword, which I hate. This is useless in real situations. All my opponents will be dead before they get near enough to reach me with these pathetic close-combat weapons. No, I'm long-distance all the way. My lithe shape is a lot more suited for that. I can be near invisible if I wanted to, if there was any kind of cover at all. But no, there is absolutely NOTHING. Just a skinny flat stretch of platform that I'm restricted to. This makes no sense. I need ten times the space of this to do some real damage. But as always, it seems the Capitol just wants to make it difficult for me. Of course.
My opponent obviously is more used to such brutish fighting. He's not exactly bulky in figure, but his tones muscles are obvious and his thrusts are almost too powerful. Dead to me if we were in the Hunger Games however. His large muscles are nothing but a bigger target for me. There's no way one of my knives could miss. But once again, I remind myself that this isn't knife-throwing, and, as much as I hate it, he has the advantage. Cursing under my breath, I lunge again. Not like I'm putting any passion into it anymore.
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The knife pokes the big guy's shoulder. 7 - 3. So freaking fantastic. At least it's better than 7 - 2. That was ridiculous. Sighing, I hope this isn't going to impact my reputation THAT much. Most people are too scared to confront me anyways. Whatever. "What district are you from, that teaches you to be so into your muscles?" I ask coolly, noticing that the idiot ignored my first question.
As soon as the words come out, it hits me. I've seen this kid before. In school, in the training centers, on the streets. Crap, he's from District 1. I hiss out my next words in disgust and a little bit of shame for my district.
"Oh wait I remember. You're from District 1 like me. Apparently the district hasn't been doing as good as I thought. I thought that we all had a brain. Guess I was mistaken." I know that my words are harsh, but that's one of the things I'm proud of most. Very persuasive words can be, and they can sting more than my knives. It's not like this kid is a threat outside of these charades. He's probably one of those wimps that are too scared to confront me. Pathetic. My eyes narrow to slits, and my lip curls into that expression that seems to say you're beneath me, don't even look at me.
