D2 Manford vs D3 Fer [89th Spar]

[ryan]

d a n n y .

"you are weak
but not foolish
you have learned
how to die."

Danny couldnt help but feel some sort of wonder when he walked into the private screening for the spar matches that he had created himself. He was pretty gleeful when he realized that most of the tributes wanted to participate. He already knew that he was making a mark on the capitol this games. He made it his mission to revitalize and create something new so his games would stand out from the others. He did hide behind a reinforced glass that was blacked out on the other side so tributes could not see that they had an audience. The people that got a chance to see this first hand were few, but Danny knew that this would be another good way for people to see what the tributes had to offer. Of course, Sponsorship was more important than ever.

Danny smiled as another spar had cleared out, and while there was time to converse, he asked for feedback about the event. Overall, most people seemed overjoyed with the show, and Danny hoped that maybe this could be a regular thing for future games to come. The doors had flung open for the girl from two, Liza Manford. She had exuded confidence from the moment she stepped out of that train. Tributes never realized that the gamemakers were always watching, which of course, put some pretty insane expectations in place. However, a tribute under the tutelage of successful careers would not disappoint. The girl from three though Tsara Fer had joined her across the battlefield, and this pairing had probably been the most interesting. Danny knew of the name, Fer that is. Her relative making it far 13 games ago. Danny wondered how it had been so long since they had gotten to seen another one of them in action. Nevertheless, he was sure they were going to put on a battle for the ages.

The trainer told them where to stand, an x marked the spot. He explained the parameters to the tributes. That they would go hand to hand until one of them is incapacitated. (OOC: 15 Damage) "And remember, you never know who might be watching. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor!" Danny listened to the trainer and then focused on the fight forward. He was excited to see what was to come.

elegant

sidney & Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

t s a r a .

"do you remember
how we lit up the room?
And how you felt before
you met all my different moods?"

It was always going to come down to this: just her and another teenager, staring each other down. Tsara shifted her ungainly weight over the X, trying to find the center. If only she could find that balance, that perfect center point. Maybe then she would finally feel comfortable.

As it were, standing in the middle of the spar ring, fists clenched at her sides, she couldn't really imagine feeling more uncomfortable.

The trainer indicated that they were to begin.

Tsara gave the tinist shrug, like, well, might as well get on it with it. She stepped forward, leaning into the leg awkwardly, and then tried to follow through with a punch.

It was both easier than the dummy matches (her body seemed to remember what to do) and far harder (Liza's face really seemed to want to stop the momentum of her punch). Tsara squeaked on impact. "Sorry, sorry," she muttered as she skittered away, suddenly afraid of what might come next.

table: elegant
lyrics: shakira "don't wait up"

[Tsara fisticuffs with Liza; unarmed]

8mxGCT2DXfunarmed

[Broken Nose -- 5.5 damage]

unarmed

[sidney]

This is where I'm supposed to shine. Dominate, really. I've been training for this my entire life. Against my will, yes, okay, but that doesn't mean I'm not good at it either. I suppose there's a reason Octavia brought me home, something she saw in me at that girl's home that she didn't see in any other child there. Something most parents seeking out a kid don't really look for: survival instincts, proficiency with combat, the will to kill. That is what already makes me so different from these other tributes here. The careers especially. How many of them can say they've watched the life leave a girl's eyes as they've beat her to death? Not many, I bet. None, if I ventured a guess. Not yet, at least. All of them will, eventually. That's for sure. But how many are willing to pay the cost? How many can stomach the price? I eye up my opponent from the moment our names are called, making note of her slender frame. She's probably fast, I think, and try to remember to pin her down then. Make it so she can't get away. But in the blink of an eye, as soon as we're told to start, a fist swings toward me. I'm not expecting it, even after I just said she's probably quick - I should have known better. Instead I'm bleeding from the nose and my eyes are watering from the pain. I grasp at my face and stagger away. "The fuck???" I'm not really asking her, or anyone in particular. I'm just startled. Delighted, actually. Maybe this fight will actually be interesting. "No, don't apologize. That was a good hit." I let out a light laugh, but decide that's the last free hit I'll give her. She retreats and puts more distance between us, but I shake my head and take two large strides in her direction. "Hey, get back here!"

[ liza attacks tsara ] _wUcUQfbCbunarmed [ bruised back, 2.5 dmg ]

unarmed