[Day 1] Foil Round 1: Grimm vs. Dunn

[Day 1] Foil Round 1: Grimm vs. Dunn Aug 29, 2016 3:18:24 GMT -5

Post by lance on Aug 29, 2016 3:18:24 GMT -5

Marshall Dunn

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Between the tsunami and its aftermath, the buzz of hushed excitement of yet another Krigel being sent to the death trap that was the Hunger Games, and now the Olympics, Marshall didn't remember the last time there had been actual genuine peace and quiet in his home.

Sure, the rest of the districts pitching in to help rebuild instead of leaving them to their own devices had undeniably sped the recovery process up tenfold, and for that he was grateful. But no family deserved to suffer the loss of several siblings to random selection, not even a Career family.

He had his doubts that the nearly consecutive reapings, occurring in three year intervals ever since Leon Krigel's victory, were completely random, and he was also well aware that he was not the only one to share this particular opinion. But like any wise man or woman in Four did, he kept said thoughts to himself.

And really, if it was a signal from the Capitol that Leon needed to get his ass in gear and start bringing more tributes back home, it certainly seemed to be working. Only one of the past six tributes from Four had placed outside of the final eight, including a deaf girl, a blind boy, and Krigel herself.

He sometimes wondered how the fight between Roger Strangelastname and the Fray boy would have ended up if the former had been in possession of more than two of his appendages. There was no doubt that he had been the only one of Fray's one-on-one opponents to have actually given the Victor a run for his money, and had circumstances been different, maybe he would have made it out instead of the One boy.

But that was then, and this was now. And now entailed the Olympic Games, sparking yet another gathering, albeit a significantly smaller one, of people from other districts in his home.

He had opted out of the swimming competitions like so many of his peers, opting instead to try his luck in fencing. Marshall had never been an overly competent swordsman, but he was even less so of a swimmer than his more competitive peers.

That was how he found himself standing opposite of a boy from District One that had one of the strangest hairstyles he had ever seen, armed with nothing but thin, needle-like sword. A foil, he had heard it called, but the name mattered little to him.

Marshall Dunn had never been much of a district patriot, yet he was still eager to test his own skills against that of a Career from a different district.

For all he knew, he could one day face this boy in the arena itself.

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