[Tournament: Round One] Sunrise vs Antigone

[pogue]

There's a certain sense of excitement that strikes into Geigers veins, electricity and fire coursing through his fingertips as he hovers over the controls for the Combat Arena, steel and weaponry staring back at him.

It's easy to assume, to disregard, to jump the gun in an eagerness to pull the trigger. Geiger knows this, years spent patiently waiting amongst the whispers of the forest, years spent preparing for the worst and acting accordingly. It's why he's able to hold his judgements as the two fighters step into the ring, their faces appearing on the scoreboard above, health bars close behind.

Truly, if the Games could teach one anything it would be to expect the unexpected. Goliath has slain David, David has slain Goliath, one's size and stature pale in comparison to their desire to live. Just ask any of the Victors, especially the young ones. Torian Vice has a crown of thorns sewn into his head for a reason, after all.

"Fighters, at the ready." His voice sweeps across the arena, trumpeted by the speakers that dot the walls. "First to deplete the other's health wins." He says plainly, then punctuates it with a smirk almost tangible through the microphones. "And remember," The barricades between the two come down, faux-bloodshed vibrating in the air.

"- aim for the throat."

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 Rules: 

Each tribute has 25HP
Any weaponry is allowed
Tributes will attack twice per post
Instas count for 10


Deadline: Friday, October 13 / 11:59 EST
If a fight is unfinished, the tribute with the highest damage loses

Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] minie

[minie]

a n t i g o n e .

”Hey, I meant it when I told you that you could trust me last night. None of this is real, at least not yet.”

That is what you tell Sunrise, and that is what you have to tell yourself. Let us face the fact that you are not exactly a natural born fighter. You are the kind of person who looks like will snap in two if a strong gush of wind were to blow your way. There are so many other areas you excelled at, topics that you had mastered from a young age. If anyone who knew you ever had to place a bet on someone knowing a random piece of information, they would choose you without failure. You collected knowledge the way a sponge soaks up water but how to actively hurt another person; that was something you could never begin to comprehend.

Thankfully in the moment it was all fake.

Soon you would have to come to realize that surviving would take a lot more than being able to endure the harshest of conditions. Were you ready of accepting that yet?

”I’m really sorry, but I need to do my best to learn how to fend for myself. “

You shut your eyes and squeal squeamishly as you swing at your target.




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miss

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block - lol she really is not that great

ELEGANT

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

SUNRISE (he/him)

For me, the purpose of this exercise is not to learn how to fight. I don't think any repetition or training will give me skill to face what's to come. I'm here today because I need to somehow face the others and learn how to be okay with fighting.

So of course the first person I meet here is Antigone Jay.

The girl who said I could trust her. The one who I bared my soul to, who made me feel okay when I was at my lowest. And here we are, standing face-to-face in a fight.

"I know that this isn't real," I say. "And it's okay."

And even though it's not real, she squeals when she runs toward me with her weapon. It doesn't take much for me to stride out of the way, block her attack. My heart thumps in my chest. This doesn't feel very fake.

"Nice try," I say, attempting encouragement as I brandish my weapon.

"My turn."

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Miss

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13103 -- Deep Gash on Right Bicep -- 8.0 damage

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[minie]

You feel Sunrise’s blade slice deep into you right arm, and the shock was noticeable instantly on your face. Your blue doe-eyes widened, for something that was not supposed to be real it felt as if there should be a stream of blood gushing from the injury. When you looked down, your arm was intact and there was no sign that Sunrise had even attacked you to begin with.

”That…that hurt.”, you muttered in confusion as you braced yourself to swing back. Hopefully this time you would be able to land a hit. Your opponent might not have been mad about the encounter, he might not blame you for any of this, but you still needed to learn. If you were going to have to fight someone who trusted you enough in the dark, maybe he would be able to return the favor and teach you a thing or two.

”Whilst were here, would you mind telling me what I am doing wrong? Give me something I can use to improve?” I questioned before taking a deep breath and swinging at him once again.







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DEEP GASH ON FOREHEAD -- 9.0 damage


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DEEP GASH ON STOMACH -- 9.0 damage

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

SUNRISE (he/him)

”Whilst were here, would you mind telling me what I am doing wrong? Give me something I can use to improve?”

She looks pained, and I am breathing deep through the knowledge that I hurt her, if even in a fight that doesn't mean much. I wonder if there will be a time in the Arena where I can pull forth some sort of anger, some power behind these attacks, because all I've got right now is -- what, half-hearted practice?

That is, until Tigs rushes forward and hits me hard. I feel a sharp pain across my face and stomach, and suddenly this feels more realistic. But it's Tigs. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I have a hard time imagining Tigs hurting me for real.

So I shake my head and play along. "I didn't train for this like the other kids from Two tend to do. I'm just here..."

I take a mid-sentence leap in her direction.

"Learning too."

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13029 -- Shallow Cut on Right Hip -- 3.5 damage
(Glaive)

glaive
13112 -- Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage
(Glaive)

glaive·glaive

[minie]

First his blade meets your hip and then grazes your back. Isn’t that ironic, an attempt to stab you in your back. That was your fault for letting him get behind you, if the opportunity presented itself who were you to blame him for taking it.

The both of you seemed to be fighting for breath, inhaling between the sharp pain that your weapons have caused each other. You made a mental not to yourself that you needed to work on your stamina as much as you could over the next few days. The club in your hand felt heavy for your skinny arms but there was not much you could do about it now. Both of you were landing your hits after a shaky start to the match, you were a quick learner but so was Sunrise. You knew there was something about him that you liked from the start, maybe that was just it.

”Well I’d say you are doing a pretty good job at this then. Just another thing we can help each other with, as long as you promise to never go easy on me.”

Despite your fatigue, you brace yourself to take your next swing.






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stabbed in chest - 9.5


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miss - girlie got tired

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