District One Tournament Day Two: Vanburen vs Reigns

It takes a moment to gather himself. Ravine stops and enjoys a drink, and does what he can to calm the nerves racing within. Every moment is leading up to something big. Something strong and powerful, and maybe he could prove just how strong he is. But for now it's best to keep to himself. Only talk when needed. Moving on from round one is huge, but what's even better is making it to the end where his name will reign supreme.

It's not until he takes another look at the bracket, that he wonders just how true it'll be.

Ravine steps into the ring once more, and his hands wrap around the spear again. It did him good round one, so why fix what isn't broken? And now he's more comfortable, and confident, and he's wanting to explore, to show the district what he's capable of.

He looks at the girl before him, and doesn't know what to make of her. Clearly she's strong. Clearly she's a capable fighter. Clearly everything happens for a reason, and now it's his turn to take her down.

Ravine takes a step back and calms his racing mind, and all he can hear is the thumping of his heart in his ears. He has big things to live up to, and this is his chance to prove it. "Good luck." He mutters before lifting the spear again.

Normally he'd offer a hand, but for now formalities mean nothing. He's here to put on a show, and it's one he wants to win.

attacks Paris | spear
47OURn|CUHspear
3007 -- Shallow Cut on Left Thigh -- 3.5 damage


21.5/25

This woman is so much different than the guy he fought before, Ravine isn't sure what to make of her. But right now he knows he can't let her distract him from anything. The way she stands, the way she acts, it's almost as if she thinks she's the greatest of them all, and Ravine can't wait to bring her down. Hitting a lady is wrong, but she's the one who started this fight. This is all in self defense, and the desire to push himself further. To press the limits.

Of course he doesn't want to lose, but if he does, it's because his manners got in the way.

At least that's what he'll tell everyone.

All he needs to do right now is place Renegade's face on the face of Paris, and imagine it's her because they spar so many times at home and in the training center. It's always worth it. Sometimes she wins, and sometimes he wins, and Ravine knows that's key.

But at the end of the day, his ultimate goal is to make sure he shakes off the cobwebs allowing him to return. Winning round one has given him that, and winning round two would only make it easier to show his face again. Julian was talkative, and he enjoyed the conversation, but here it doesn't matter. Why talk to someone who doesn't care anyway?

Shaking his head, Ravine takes a breath. She's a fighter, that's for sure, but it's time to put her in her place or walk away knowing he tried.

attacks Paris | spear
SwTIjwbC0jspear
3078 -- Shallow Cut on Left Thigh -- 3.5 damage

13.5/25 spear

He takes a step to the side, and does what he can as his eyes focus on the sword swinging at him. She's a clever one, but not clever enough. It's all slowly coming back to him, and this time he knows he needs to focus. He needs to move with a motive, and passion, and just relax and have fun with it. Sparring is an art, it's a dance designed by the two taking place in it. Ravine isn't much of a dancer.

He steps to the side, and in that moment, he's the predator chasing the prey. He's the one waiting to pounce and swing, and do what he can in order to make sure everything falls into place. Oblivion wasn't a fighter, she wasn't strong, and look what happened to her.

Taking another step to the side, his eyes focus. His head is clear. His mind is strong and ready to go. All it'll take is a single lapse in concentration. Even thinking too hard. He takes a breath reminding himself of what he learned before. Changing it up, fixing what isn't working, and doing what he can, Ravine raises the spear into the air calling upon Oblivion to save him.

If she can even hear him.

attacks Paris | spear
YHO8_WzQfYspear
3161 -- Shallow Cut on Left Thigh -- 3.5 damage

13.5/25 spear

He chuckles at his own stupidity, and it's bringing him down slightly. Aiming at the same spot, and failing to do anything else is only going to turn him into something he's not. None of that matters though. None of it. All he cares about is giving this his all, and he's letting himself down. He's letting everyone he cares for down. It would've been best just to stay home and not even try.

But if he didn't try, he would've never known just how much he's capable of.

Ravine looks at his opponent, and for a moment wishes he had a sword, or something stronger just to prove a point, but his handy spear is all he has.

Of course, she has other body parts. She has other places to attack, but he's struggling to focus, and he's unsure why. Nothing is making sense. Maybe it's the pressure of wanting to succeed. Maybe it's the idea of failing. Truth is, he's already a failure. He's just afraid to admit it.

This is all a ploy to get him to think he's something he's not. Something to show the world that he still has it when all he's done is turn away from what he loved the most. Fighting is something he desires, he wants to spend his life helping others, and maybe that's what this is about.

He takes a deep breath allowing all the air to fill his lungs, and in the moment he exhales, Ravine lets go of everything holding him back. Nothing matters now. All that matters is doing the best he can. Flicking away the blood, he takes his place, and he's ready to stand his ground.

At least he thinks he is.

attacks Paris | spear
3kIYdEhsEvspear
3159 -- Shallow Cut on Right Calf -- 3.5 damage

5/25 spear