[Day 2] Foil Round 2: Moreno vs. Dunn

Foil. An event that had taken him by the heart. It was an event he loved to be a part of. Leo had been here when they had done their mighty battle of the ages. Remo had loved the rush he had gotten from it. He loved everything about it. The true battle of strength against every single person upon the mat. This was only the beginning of the event and yet he was still happy of making it to the olympics. Sword fighting was his specialty in training. At a young age he used to play pretend sword fight with the boys in the orphanage, before he got the Moreno name, and every time he defeated them, they had to do his laundry for a week. Foil was similar to the play sword fighting that he used to do.

As he watches the guy know as M. Dunn, all he can see is the blonde hair, the muscles, and everything about the man made Remo feel weak only for a moment. Weak in a different way than actual strength. The man was gorgeous in his own right. Remo shakes his head in surprise, never had he thought of a male gorgeous in a way. Instead of thinking too hard, he warms up, a few stretches. A smile upon his lips as the round begun. Remo strikes like the man who had taken down the Little Lyon Boy. His heart beats quickly, eyes imagining the gorgeous blonde inside the suit. Damn. I need to forget about how good this guy looks. Unfortunately for Remo, it wouldn't be that easy.


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Looks weren't the only striking thing about the guy, blades clash, as Remo parries, but gets struck slightly. A smirk upon his face as he watches the guy with every calculating thought, but the only thing in his mind is how good Dunn would look in his bed. Not clothed and gorgeous like everything he could see, but no one would like Remo after what Ana did. Running off with his kid somewhere in District One. Hidden in the shadows, leaving his heart broken and shattered. Dunn would never fall for a Moreno of District One who had failed his family in multiple ways. No more of the failures. No more of feeling weak in a world of strength. Remo Moreno was strong.

Eyes stare at each other, until one strikes. Brunette versus Blonde. Hot vs not. Moreno vs Dunn. Remo had felt an intensity in the air as the crowd watches cheering both sides on. District Four and District One. They were the two contenders for the medals. People had predicted Four to come out on top, but not now. Remo Moreno would not let Four get the medal for Foil. It was his medal and no one else's. Unfortunately, it meant defeating the blonde adonis that was his opponent. Remo Moreno strikes like he did to the Little Lyon Man. They were the prey and he was the hunter. Let the games begin Dunn.


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Dunn's blue eyes soak up his own green ones. That second of Dunn getting lost within his own eyes made him smile softly. A knowing smirk within the mask. His hand on his blade feels strong as he watches Dunn, sword stuck for a moment. He couldn't sit there and watch the man like he wanted to do. Watch him until the match was over. He would prefer to see Dunn stripping from the outfit for himself. This wasn't the time or place for Remo moreno to be thinking of such things, but he still did. Blade in hand, he pulls back, shaking out of the thought. That's when Dunn went on the offensive, his blade blocks the blows to his own body. Clash of metal to metal as their blades collide. The world was watching, but Remo was only watching him.

As he blocks another strike, Remo plans his next move. The best offensive was a good defense. Remo would wait until he struck to strike at the Dunn man. All he could do was stand and block the blows as he watched the blonde boy whose eyes were a striking blue that made him shiver in desire. The world would remember Dunn, not for winning, but for his looks, Remo would be remembered for his skill. As he stands, remembering why he truly did Foil, he feels a blade clash against his own. Strike him down, Moreno. Strike him down now. And he does, he strikes with the sword, like the years of training in the Moreno house. The battle would end with green and blue clashing.


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