[Day 3] Foil Semi-Finals: Moreno vs. Andralian

Names sit upon his blade like every strike he had made. Tommen Lyon. Marshall Dunn. Torka Hammerfell was supposed to be the next one. The next one on his list to fall by his blade, but the man who Remo only knew as Benitone Andralin had taken that glory from himself. Anger filled his body completely. It hadn't been his own blade to take out the Hammerfell. Hammerfell took Remo out once, but now he was farther, stronger, better, and smarter than Torka. His blade wouldn't fail him. Not during the next few important rounds if he were to make it to the finals. Only two people stood in his way. Only two people he needed to beat with his mind, his blade, and his soul. Remo Moreno wasn't a failure like they had considered him to be. Fighting on for his brother, his name, his memories, his friends. This was the semi-finals and yet it felt like the real contest was beginning.

Remo's eyes connect to Andralin's own. Another blonde boy who needed to be taught a lesson in who to take out of the event and who not to. Remo would take out Benitone, even if it meant breaking his own logic. His blade sits in his hand waiting perfectly. The world was watching, the crowd was cheering. A match of wits, souls, and strength, that is the reason he faces his opponents with a sword. Honor had nothing to do with his name. Moreno had been thrown in the dirt and yet still stood as a golden medal for all the families. Fray was taking that envision away, no one would get in his way. Not even Benitone. Just like the little Lyon Man, just like Marshall gorgeous Dunn. The match was beginning. And all he could think of was how badly he wanted to prove that he was strong, just like Scout Fray, just like Francesca, just like his brother. Remo Moreno couldn't fail, not when everything he had faced brought him forth to his moment of glory. He strikes just like he had at Tommen, with bravery. He strikes just like he had at Marshall, with heart. He strikes like he had at Dino Moreno, with love. He strikes with everything he's learned. Blades would clash, but no one would know what it truly meant to the Moreno.

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His words flow to Remo like the sword that tries to slash at Dino, his brother. Words were useless in a fight of sheer will, skill, and heart. Remo Moreno had been through enough pain his entire life. Watching his mother and father perish as the accident had taken them. The fighting in the orphanage that Dino and himself had endured over years. The killing of his brother and a stranger that he would never know the name of, only his eyes. They stare back at him with every second of terror. Scout Fray and Francesca sit there with the stranger, watching, waiting, and praying that Remo Moreno was being haunted with everything. It should have been him when they died. Dino's words always follow when he sees their eyes, but that wasn't what he saw now.

His gaze catches sight of Leo Pine for a second. A second was all he needed to catch his breath and feel the pressure disappear. Remo had hunted the Little Lyon man. Remo had trapped the Dunn boy. This would be his revenge for taking Torka Hammerfell, his next victim down. The voice that spoke to him, Ben, whatever his name was, only spoke in confidence, but nothing backed that up as he had easily parried it away from hitting him. Remo was the hunter, the fighter, the savior, the beast. He would tear the Ben guy apart like it was his duty to the world that he wanted to see. Ben needed to be put into his place. Remo speaks as menacingly as possible, "Don't talk. Only a weak man would put up such a threat and then fail. You are nothing, Ben." Remo Moreno strikes with everything in his heart. The patience he had for attacking was great. All he had to do was strike like his life depended on it. After all, his blade's already had a taste of blood.

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Talking would be useless. Remo Moreno wasn't a talker unless it was with someone who mattered. Remo wouldn't be taken down by another fool. Not again. Not ever. Ben was nothing. He needed to learn that, but unfortunately, anger surged through the other guy as he struck. A hit that was perfect by the judge's marks. The words fell from his lips. Remo Moreno was just another washed up Moreno failure. His name ran through the dirt like it had been nothing. The words upon his lips came out and all Remo could do was listen. There wasn't anything else that he wanted to do but get angry, but that's where the skill vanishes and it turns into bloodlust. Remo Moreno would not feel that again, not until it was necessary.

The world was watching them fight. The world was judging every movement that they made. He wouldn't go down, not without a fight. The world was waiting to chant his name. Fame was on the tip of his tongue and he wouldn't lose it. Not then. Not ever. Remo Moreno watches Leo in the stands. A small smile behind the mask he wore. Leo was watching. Rory was watching. District One was watching. Justice Fray was watching. Everyone was watching, and yet he was a failure with a good cause. He couldn't go out without a fight. Not again. Never again. Remo Moreno strikes with all the pride he has. He's gonna need it if he's going beat Ben.

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What could he do. The blade barely gets a decent hit on him. The man's voice was getting irritating to his ears, there was only one way to defeat the man. It was to let go of all the inner peace and concentration. Blood lust sets in as he wants to strike his blade through the man's heart, but the armor was protecting them. Anger surged through him, yet he still focused on every move the guy in front of him made, the words that came from his mouth. Everything about him was anger inducing, yet he could read him like he was nothing. This was the match that determined if he was granted a medal or not. There would be only one victor and that would be Remo Moreno.

The words fall softly from his mouth, "I don't talk while I am fighting. It doesn't help you concentrate on the enemy's movement. You can't read your enemy like a book while talking. You're weak Ben. I don't even know who you are or where you from, but everyone knows me. I can't fail. I made a promise to a boy from District Two. I made a bond with a man from District Four. How about it Ben? Wanna add to those? Be my next conquest? You're going to lose anyways. You are nothing after all. I am everything. My dead brother could hit better than you." A smirk pulls at Remo lips as the giant statement pours out of his mouth. His blade is steady, his heart is upon it. Their names with him. Marshall Dunn. Tommen Lyon. He couldn't fail them now. He strikes like he did taking down the Lyon. He dances like he did the night before with Marshall.


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