loyal to the nightmare | [Suburban Moms v District 2] Day 4
Mar 19, 2020 0:23:02 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Mar 19, 2020 0:23:02 GMT -5
From fire to ice. From flames to fright. Blades berate one another as sparks spit from slashing steel. The tooth of her knife and the talon of his sword gripped in mortal combat. The two tear at each other in tandem each with their entire existence as the illumination of their eyes. The world must be watching, riveted, as these two tributes try with every ounce of themselves to send the other to an early grave. Alexander anguishes in a stubborn shout as his second strike slashes just shy of her skin.
Across the field, Gala and the other girl watch as the two warriors ebb and flow within the terrible tide of combat. They each wait for the right moment, for the right window to edge their influence into the brawl. What is the District thinking of Alexander right now? How can't he finish off some girl from Five who he just stabbed straight in the chest seconds earlier? He's certain Mama is enraptured with anxiety watching her son begin to flail with the same fractals of failure as the faces who have filled his shoes before him. Is like the Hammerfells, bound to be broken within the arena?
"Fuck!"
The scream splits Alexander's lips as in the shadow of a block the girl from Five drives her knife deep into his abdomen. Alexander wrenches away the witch's hand instantly recoiling several steps to stare at the scarlet spewing from his stomach. The hand not holding the handle of his sword places pressure onto the wound and its fingers furl into the fabric of his sodden shirt. Alexander only has a moment of mentally accepting what has just happened before the girl from Three finds her window in his weakness.
He moves.
Her knife misses.
She strikes a second time.
He blocks her knife with the neck of his sword.
Spit stained with the metal mirage of blood spats from Alexander's lips as he glares towards the two girls. They don't see him and Gala as anything more than other tributes, as equals. Meanwhile, Gala and he have spent the majority of their lives living and breathing by the beat of battle. He's spent mornings meandering through combat logs and evenings obsessing over proper poison procedures. He's spent summers sweating beneath the sun while running and winters freezing on the snow kissed obstacle course. He isn't just another tribute. He won't be just another fatality fallen from Two.
"You heard her, don't start something you can't fucking finish."
Alexander says towards the girl from Five, regaining his sense of strength. He knows that the shock and adrenaline of the moment are keeping at bay the true severity of her stab, so time is truly of the essence. The canons are calling and somewhere far away their loading their next one. Only, who will it belong to. Him or her?
Alexander attacks Tristitia Long with his Sword {Machete}
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