[Day 2] Sabre Round 2: Hammerfell-Alezander vs. Hammerfell

My performance yesterday was exactly where I needed it to be. Only a few mistakes, but I made it work, and I made sure Moreno was knocked out of the running for the medals. Funny, he tried to tell me that he was better than me, but I showed him that nobody is better than me. Which brings me to today. I'm facing off against my own family, but he's not even worthy of my time. Half a Hammerfell means nothing in my eyes because he's not good enough to call me family. He's wanted the attention his life, and he got it, and he abandon us. But while he was slowly dying, I grew stronger. I've trained for this moment, and I won't let him win. I am better than him. I have shown it over and over. I lift the sabre into the air, and I swing it a couple times trying to make sure my stance is correct. No mistakes today. I will win, and I'll show them that I am the better Hammerfell, and that Odysseus is nothing more than a foolish mistake.

His movement is better than mine, but I wouldn't dare tell that to him. It would be ashamed if I got beat by some half blood. I shake my head trying to block the thoughts away as a fire burns inside me. I set out on a mission. I want to win. I have to win because Odysseus isn't deserving of moving on. Only a pure blood should be worthy of wearing a crown. And that is me. But I know not to let rage blind me because fatal mistakes can happen. Nothing is fatal though. I can't lose to him. He's standing in the spotlight, and I will take it away from him. A heavy sigh leaves my chest as I turn around lunging forward once more. Only this time I try not to make a fool of myself. I shall rise, and Odysseus shall fall. I will make sure of it.

I have all the proof need to show that I am the best. Odysseus landed one hit, and here I am standing ready to go. Ready to try again. Ready to take on the world. Only pure Hammerfell's have the right to carry on the legacy that my brother started in the sixty-ninth games, but even Mason wasn't as strong as me. I'm the strongest of them all. I'm the best. I turn my gaze towards Odysseus and look him straight in the eyes trying to figure out his plans, his movements. While he vanished from the face of the earth, I did all I could to keep the name alive. To make sure that the family name kept going. And I won't stop now. I'm going to win this match if it's the last thing I do. And I will reign supreme.

He may have closed the gap, but I'm still winning. I can't let a filthy peasant destroy the glory awaiting me at the end when the tournament is over, and I'm bringing home the gold. It's up to me to make sure the Hammerfell name is squashed into the ground anymore. I want people to fear it, but as I look into the eye of the half blooded monster, I can see myself glaring back at me. A crooked grin twisted across my face as I slash for all the honor and glory involved. I am going to win this because I want to send Odysseus home. I want to tell him to get out of my life, that he should only carry the good for nothing Alezander name. He doesn't belong in my family, he's a bastard, and I'll make sure he knows that for the rest of his life.

I may have messed up this round of attacks, but I'm still standing on the prize awaiting me once this match as finished. I'll strip him of his name. Tear him down, and I'll kick him out of the Hammerfell house. He doesn't belong here, and he never will. I'll send him back where he came from. Odysseus is a fool if he thinks he can win. He's a fool if he thinks he can carry the weight of my name. I am a Hammerfell. I'm a pure. I was born into the family, not adopted because I'm a child of a different parent. The truth runs inside me, and I can't let a foolish man foil all that I've worked for. Mason was the start of the plan. Orion was the next step, and I am here to show that I was the one worthy of entering the games. I am the one who should be wearing the crown Justice Fray wears upon his head, and the only way to do that is to win. It's all I know, and this man, my half brother, is standing in my way.

It has come to this. I haven't made a mistake. I'm playing with him, toying him, letting him think he can get close to winning before I snatch it away from him. I've made it clear that I know what I'm doing, and I'm not afraid to show him. I'm not afraid to take the sabre from his hands and stab him in the back because he's nothing to me. He's not like Orion. He's not like Mason. He's not like the other's who live in my house. Finally he breaks the silence, and I find myself laughing at his words. "Good. I don't want to see you again. I want to see you in the games and fail. You're nothing but a disappointment."