[Day 3] Foil Semi-Finals: Hammerfell-Alezander vs. Keller
Sept 11, 2016 16:40:00 GMT -5
Post by Onyx on Sept 11, 2016 16:40:00 GMT -5
1-4As the tones indicating our hits on each other continue to sing back and forth, in competition but with my notes always having the advantage of quantity, I stop seeing this Hammerfell boy as a Career clothed in white and instead imagine a rising monster which surges towards me in bursts. My face is hot with determination and my mind is working overtime on my vision. The single foil multiplies, becoming a fierce set of claws which I duck away from earnestly as they swish menacingly past me. His whole form appears to be bathed in smoke, tendrils of it obscuring the unimagined form from my sight. I begin to think of my own body as that of a silver-armoured knight, but when I begin to feel the weight of the idea on my very shoulders, I change the image to that of a winged hero, lighter than air and as fast as lightning.
Every good adventure story has a battle between good and evil. Sometimes the lines between the two are blurred by fate or circumstance, but by the end, every character can easily be put in either camp. Although in this moment I am certain that I am the power of justice, and my opponent the human form of all things malicious and miserable, could it not easily be the other way around - to him, or to anyone? Could I not be the captor and this monster, only misunderstood perhaps, my prisoner? Could my foil be a baton with which I show no mercy, and the beast's long claws too thin to do anything but caress a precious treasure, anyway?
I chase the thoughts away with the reassurance that good and evil don't matter in these small moments - and even if I am the oppressor, that's exactly what this bloodthirsty population wants, anyway. So let me give them what they want. Let me show them blood.
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