[Day 2] Epee Round 1: Humber vs. Aubergine

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uriel humber.[/presto]

He was a wash-up - "Uriel Humber,"

Never would he live up to Leon, with his damned crown, or Gabrielle in the hospital bed, or even Catherine as she disintegrated into the collection of sea-salt she was born from. The bench took him throughout the first epee round into his own name being called (they pronounced it wrong too, err-re-ahl, but it was fitting in the least) and leaving it felt like leaving the barrel that was his gut on it too. Heartbeats thump thump thump'd through to the veins in his wrists like a bass in sync with his soles pounding into the ground.

"versus Nirvana Aubergine."

"Nirva' heard of her," he whispered under his tongue once his foot hit mat, muted with the chuckle dying mid-throat. The needle in his clumsy hands felt awkward, as he expected; he'd barely touched a sword in two years, and if Nereus hadn't signed the both of them up against his will he'd still be asleep.

"Okay, you might win this match just because I might be on the ground laughing the whole time, Uriel."

A spare scoff a good two octaves lower than this girl's hysterics slipped from his mouth at the idea of him winning this match; he sucked at fencing and its multiple off springs back even when he wasn't a fuck-ass with anything larger than a wine bottle, the odds of actually doing anything worth while in front of literally the entirety of Panem were as existent as this girl's eyebrows.

"Of course, i'm kidding. Execute yourself, Uriel."

A second scoff and the first swipe of his sword.

"Suck my ass, kid." He exhaled.

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uriel humber.[/presto]

"Thot," she said between the grid of her mask before she pointed twice.

He was losing, not by a huge margin give, but it was fitting; Uriel Humber, losing once again. It didn't help that he was literally the only district four even in this event, and that this was his sole event. Breaking form he rubbed his chest to compensate for the two matching strikes as he stared hard enough to freeze a bitch.

"The hell is a thot?" Nirvana couldn't have been more than twelve - how was he getting beat by a damn sixth grader. She probably's never done anything besides sword's working in her tiny life-span, that's something Uriel would put money on.

"You know what," and in sync with the words he flicked his wrist to bring his needle back to the girl. "I bet you'd take 420 to a whole new level." Odds are, he could at least hit her ass once again.

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uriel humber.[/presto]

A needle jabs into his chest four more times and his weak one swing back pretty much summed up this fight; he knew he wasn't gonna get a medal from the second Nereus informed of their last second entry, to say the least. Yet with the twig in his hand he felt a chance - he felt adrenaline kickstarting against this girl. Uriel knew more than to get his hopes up for a medal of course, he was still shit with a weapon and shit with anything other than dim lights, but getting to the quarter finales was better than sixteenth place. Whatever pleasure he'd get that came with the five seconds after beating this lil' bitch wasn't worth a dime, but damn would it be great.

"Suck my ass."

(it ain't worth a dime)

"God, you're such a basic."

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