Wishing for something more //Parks

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I’ll show them all the very reasons to fear my name...

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"You know Ashton? I thought it was the guy that was supposed to make the first move? Or do you not do things the old fashion way? Pity." The sentence had practically knocked Ashton off of his feet within itself. Had Kyanite Ruze really just entered a verbal spar with Ashton? Wasn’t he already going to humiliate her physically in the real spar they were having? Strange how this girl thought she was so perfectly placed in a district of careers. Well, she wasn’t. Then again, neither was Ashton. He wasn’t exactly a golden career himself, you know.

Ashton watched as the woman swung her sword down upon him. It was as if time had stopped, and everyone else in the gym had disappeared. They had been enveloped in a mist of sorts, and it was just the two of them. Ashton hated it. He would probably rip his own head off if he was in a room with Kya by himself for more than a few minutes. The thought nagged on him, and it felt like it was driving him too insanity.

Before Ashton realized it, the sword was flying into his face, and he instinctively shot his sword up in return to block the damned weapon. What was he trying to do, anyways? Watch Kya as she beat him to a pulp? Yeah, no thank you. With a hint of a smile, Ashton watched as his sword gracefully blocked hers, before giving his a slight push to send her sword back slightly, giving him time to parry to the other side of the mat. “As a man I suppose it is my job to make the first move, especially when in the likes of a woman” Ashton began, a smile forming on his lips.

“But we both know that you’re no woman.” With that, the smile on Ashton’s face disappeared, and he could be seen charging forward, his sword gripped tightly in his hand as he swung it in Kya’s general direction, anger flooding through his body. He had to defeat her, it was almost as if he would be shunned by his family if he didn’t, though it was obvious that wasn’t the case. They didn’t even know of the rivalry between the two. Hell, Ashton’s mother even liked Kya. What was wrong with her?

Ashton’s hands were clenched tightly around the hilt of his blade, his muscles tense as he swung down with full force on his opponent. He was a different person on the battlefield compared to who he normally was. The calm and reserved guy turned into a lone wolf when he stepped onto the stage, basking in the sunlight.

I hope this feels good… Ashton thinks to himself as he braces the sword for impact.

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I’ll show them all the very reasons to fear my name...

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Ashton’s adrenaline had him moving like crazy. This girl should be easy pickings. I mean, this was Ashton’s expertise… Was it Kya’s specialty as well? No, no… Ashton began to remind himself. Her specialty is being annoying. But what was it about this girl that made her different than the others? Was she even different from the others? Ashton’s mind bubbled with questions as the spar raged on, though they were mainly just talking, not even slashing at each other except for maybe once each. They had a somewhat awkward and tense relationship, stripping everything down to the bone as they constantly tested each other’s limits, both to no avail on finding the breaking point of the significant other.

Ashton watched his rival block his sword just before his sword would slice across her chest. It was irritating how she would wait until the last minute to block his attacks, as if saying they were too easy to give a care in the world about until right before they hit, though I guess he shouldn’t judge. He had done the same thing just a couple of seconds ago.

With this thought on his mind, Ashton hadn’t even come to realize that his sword was hung up against that of Kya’s and it was a test of will to see who would pull out first. Ashton was determined it wouldn’t be him, though he knew for a fact that Kya was thinking the exact same thing, and one of them would be terribly wrong, humiliated by the other for the whole gym to watch.

As Ashton’s eyes bobbed about, he noticed various people taking interest in the battle that was only started a moment ago. Sure, there weren’t that many people, and it wasn’t as if there was a crowd cheering for whichever champion they wanted to obliterate the other, but nevertheless, they were still being watched by a few people from various places across the gym. It made Ashton anxious, but at the same time he wanted to prove to all of them that he could rise above the pressure, and that he would make a formidable opponent.

The thought blazed on his mind as he considered the thought of giving in to this puny little girl for everyone to see. Would he get laughed at? Mocked? What would his friends think of such a failure? His friends were loyal and all, but they would always remind him of how he lost to little Kyanite Ruze. And then he had to think about her reaction himself. How would she handle it? Spit on him, laugh maybe? It was kind of silly to think about her having the upper-hand, because Ashton would rather be dead in the Hunger Games than be beaten by Kya.

Just then, Ashton had heard Kya pipe up, her piercing voice slithering into his ear as his sword pushed down heavily on that of her own. "Ashton, what say the loser does something for the winner? A bargaining chip? You can beg for mercy?" Her voice made him shutter, even though she was the least bit intimidating in Ashton’s eyes.

“I won’t beg for anything. Except of course for you to leave me alone after I beat you. After all, the Winner’s Table is meant for winners, not for losers like you.” A dry smile made its way onto Ashton’s lips as he whispered the words into her ear, giving off a menacing voice as he let the words sink in. Though, before she could ponder on it too much, he let out another belch of words.

“But, yes, I would love for the loser to do something for the winner.”

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I’ll show them all the very reasons to fear my name...

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Kyanite Ruze. What an odd name, but it fit her nicely. It was simple, innocent, yet also deadly. Unfortunately, Ashton had completely forgotten to recognize the deadliness that lay inside of Kyanite, for he was just unmistakably embarrassed by her in front of his peers. At first, it was simple. Ashton listened intently to what Kya had to say, pretending to care as the swords remained deadlocked. Her words were venomous, yet once again simple. Did they mean something to her? They meant nothing to Ashton, all they did was pack a heart-ache and a kick in the gut.

"Me, too. All I got to figure out, is if I want you to lose the next battle in front of the whole gym or just in front of your friend. Choices, choices." Ashton raised an eyebrow, before letting out what appeared to be something of a laugh. “Wait, do you consider yourself to be my friend? We’re not friends. We never were, you hated me from the beginning. You always hated me, you picked me off as if I was nothing. Nothing.” Ashton’s voice trailed off, as if he couldn’t even finish his sentence. The cool and collected career was at a loss of words, and in response to his signs of weaknesses, he clenched his sword tighter, and pushed just a little bit more with an aggressive stature, and he appeared to be knocking the girl off her feet- well, not quite.

Before Ashton had even realized it, he was face first on the mat, the whole gym snickering in response. Had he just fallen for the oldest trick in the book? She had maneuvered out of the way, causing him to exert all of his energy face first into the uncomforting floor!

As he rolled over on his back, he realized he had come face-to-face with Kya’s dulled sword. It was dull, but deadly. Just a second ago, he was about to break down, and now she was about to humiliate him. I guess I deserve it, Ashton thought. What goes around comes around, I suppose. It just doesn’t seem right…

Ashton said nothing, he just stared at the girl in front of him who had just about defeated him in a duel, only a moment after it had begun. How would father feel about this right now? Would he cackle? Shake his head? Call him rude names? Ashton had always told him he was one of the best, and I suppose it was true, it’s just sad now that this... this girl has defeated him so easily.

"Hmm.. seems that I may have you my dearest, Mr. Reese. What will you do now? Hmm? Fight back. Put your hands up and give in? Tell me... what was it that you were going to have me do if I was to lose?" Ashton said nothing, for there was nothing to say. All Ashton did was look up at the girl in front of him with his large eyes, as if he was actually sad. As if he actually felt defeated, and for a moment he just sat there, letting his feelings hopefully seek into Kya, leaving a plant of guilt.

And then it came so sudden. After what seemed like an eternity, Ashton extended his arm, grabbing hold of Kya’s leg before lifting it into the air, causing her to tumble backwards and releasing her sword as it fell onto the mat. This gave Ashton just the right amount of time to clasp his sword firmly in his hands and rise up from the dusty floor. With that, he placed one of his feet on Kya’s stomach, holding his sword to her neck.

“Not quite yet.”