[Day 1] Sabre Round 1: Himura vs. Fray, K.

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SABRE ROOUND 1: HIMURA VS. FRAY, K.

Welcome to the Individual Sabre tournament of the second Panem Olympic Games! The fencing strips are located within the Olympic Arena, with stands for spectators traveling from Districts One, Two, Four, and the Capitol to watch the competitors. Television cameras are set up around as well, to broadcast the event to anyone staying home as well as to the other districts who aren't as lucky and competent as you all! Please be sure you stretch and warm up with your coaches before you're called to the starting block, and remember, make your district proud!

See also: Sabre Information Thread

The three fencing events (Epee, Sabre, and Foil) are tournaments, which follow brackets. Each match will have its own thread, which will be posted by me. Feel free to roleplay your character fencing their opponent for each touch and then paste the code [*roll range="1-4"] without the asterisk into your post and roll, as you would with a Hunger Games die. This corresponds to the number of points your competitor scored in a row, and will be added to your total. All fencing bouts go to fifteen touches and follow turn order, as a regular fight using the combat system would.

The competitor who reaches fifteen points first wins the bout and moves on to the next round. As the bouts finish, the winners will be recorded here; when all the first round bouts have been completed, the bracket will be updated and the next round will start.

CURRENT SCORE

Anise Himura: 0
Kaiser Fray: 0



TL;DR
Dice: [*roll range="1-4"] until someone reaches 15. Take turns.
Deadline: 08/23 ~11:59pm EST

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K A I S E R F R A Y

Poking people with harmless swords was the best way to pass time.

He couldn’t believe there was a medal for this. Sure, it was all about technique and footing and it would put to use his actual skills in sword fighting, but seriously? Poke someone, gain a point, go back to position, try to poke again. It was like weird clockwork. He didn’t mind it all that much, though. It was a chance to show himself off to Panem like his parents wanted him to. That’s why almost every Fray was present, most of them competing in the same events. Pillar was in this one with him. It was almost a shame they hadn’t been pitted against each other. Kaiser would’ve laughed.

Instead, he found himself face to face with a familiar dark-haired beauty. She was one of the ones that had rejected him. Fair enough. Maybe she’ll say yes if I win.

”We meet again,” he said, slipping on his helmet. He loved fighting women. They were always so feisty and ruthless, and he liked that. ”It must be fate.”

Because fate obviously wanted Kaiser to get laid, and Anise Himura was a perfect candidate.

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A N I S E H I M U R A

She's not here for this shit.

Anise Himura is here to win, not deal with boys who can't wait to get their dicks out of their pants. But as luck would find her, she's here, in her first match of this year's Olympics, face-to-face with the boy who she wound up training with just yesterday, having to listen to his flirting and eyebrow waggling while ignoring his pearly white teeth and all around irritating demeanor.

She can run circles around all of these competitors, but the reemergence of the boy freaks makes her halt as soon as the match starts, and in quick succession the sword is rammed against her as Kaiser gains a quick lead. She can feel her father's glare aiming at the back of her head like a sniper rifle.

Has to do better. She has to do better. Everyone is watching and if she falls here so will the Himura name, bit by bit by bit.

"I don't have time for this," she mutters, thrusting her sword.

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K A I S E R F R A Y

So far so good.

Kaiser was either so stunningly attractive that Anise was too distracted to land a proper blow, or he was simply a better killer.

He was happy with either of those scenarios.

After his fourth point she finally managed to penetrate his defenses. The blow summoned a smirk behind his mask. He was pleased to see that the competition wouldn’t be so predictable after all. He wanted Anise Himura to put up a real damn fight, and he wanted to strike her down like this was a real Games. If only he had the proper steel to wield in his bulky hands.

He didn’t want to kill her – on the contrary, he never slept with anyone he wanted to murder. That would be a waste of potential partners. No, the blood he spilled was the blood of randoms that weren’t worthy of his time. People very much unlike Anise Himura, who scored a second point after a simple mistake on his part.

He could hear her hissing behind her helmet, and it made his smirk grow wider. ”I have all the time in the world, babe.”

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A N I S E H I M U R A

Calm, be calm.

Study the situation. Fray just wants to get into your head, watch you squirm. You will not let him do that, no. You are better than that, you are better than all of this. Watch the way he moves the sword, the way he lunges, what leg he puts his weight on. You can figure out a weakness - you always have, always will.

When she loses the next three points she doesn't falter. She observes, she examines. She's been here before, on the losing end of the fight. Every. Single. Day. She's always lost to her father in their sparring matches, but she's always gotten better. This isn't any different. The Himura Family isn't known for their fencing, they're known for their swordsmanship, finesse and never-give-in attitude. As long as she does that, keeping her head cool and her movements fluid, she will be great, she will be fantastic.

”I have all the time in the world, babe,” Kaiser says with a smirk.

She takes the moment to breathe in, breathe out, before launching her next attack.

He said he had all the time in the world, after all.

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K A I S E R F R A Y

It really was clockwork.

They parried until Kaiser scored three more points with three more skillful thrusts, and in return she jabbed him an equal number of times. Excellent, he didn’t want this to be easy. He wanted to put on a show, because if a Fray lost he or she had to lose in a close fight – unlike his pitiful performance in the wrestling match. He was sure he would never hear the end of that, but at least Scout was in the same boat. Talk shit to one twin, you get a loud mouth, maybe a black eye. Talk shit to both twins? Kaiser would like to see how Scout reacted to that.

Anise was trying to focus, he was sure of it. That must be why she had chosen to ignore him, right?

Not on his watch.

”The silent treatment? That’s a bit lame, don’t you think?”

Couldn’t they at least have a decent conversation while they battled for a gold medal?

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A N I S E H I M U R A

Clock's ticking.

She wins three points and she feels back in the fight. She's ready to do this. Just keep going, move like water in the stream, always changing always flowing every which way. It reacts to change in an instant, just like she must do, just like she will do. There are some competitors like Kaiser who thrive in the spotlight, wanting to taunt and tease their way to victory. Half the battle is skill but the other is always your mind.

Kaiser is dangerous, he thrives in both halves.

She does too though. So there (ha).

The blood in her veins stops simmering as she stares at this man who desperately wants attention like a tom cat in heat, yowling and screeching and waggling his eyebrows at her.

He's a hurdle to jump over, and she knows she can beat him.

Slowly she holds one finger to where her mouth hides underneath the mask.

Shhhh.

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K A I S E R F R A Y

They were practically neck and neck, but Kaiser knew he held the upper hand by just a few points. If he could keep their bodies balanced and his advantage steady, he could win this and move onto the next round. Suddenly, it actually felt important to him – mainly because he didn’t want to hear his family nagging at him for a loss in the first round of Sabre. He would hear shit like “You’re supposed to be skilled with a sword!” “How could you lose to some girl?” Blah blah blah. They could fuck off, because women could be badass with swords, everyone knew that. Besides, he was skilled with a sword. She just might be better.

Losing to Anise wouldn’t be embarrassing, just slightly disappointing.

After falling prey to another one of her assaults, he watched her hold a finger up to her mask. Was she shushing him? How rude.

He held up his own finger to the bottom of his mask; a middle finger. And then he winked.

And then he lunged.

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A N I S E H I M U R A

She hits him three times and watches for his next move.

She's thrown the gauntlet, and he responds with something she had half expected but still finds really funny. He manages to get a point off of her but she holds her ground, parrying his moves and taking this battle at her own pace. It's hers to control, hers to solve. The match is a puzzle that has infinite solutions, she just has to find one of them.

Her breath is like clockwork, in and out, in and out. Sometimes in the midst of battle with her father she forgets to breathe and he always responds by smacking her in the ribs. This time she keeps it even, letting the oxygen flow through her veins and spark plans in her mind.

Anise chuckles before she lunges.

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total points: 9

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K A I S E R F R A Y

Anise was slowly gaining the upper hand. He could see the scoring in his peripheral vision; Ten to nine, and she was tailing him like a bird circling prey.

Kaiser was never prey, though. He was another predator willing to bite back and leave a nasty scar. In a battle with two predators, it wasn’t always easy to determine the victor from the beginning. The Hunger Games was proof of that. But this wasn’t the danger game; this was just a (somewhat) friendly clash of harmless blades for the sake of temporary glory. This wasn’t a real fight, and they weren’t truly predators here.

They were just two pride-hungry careers dueling in front of a thirsty crowd. If he lost, he wouldn’t die.

Unless his parents killed him for bringing shame to their family, but whatever. Every family had its failures.

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total points: 14

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A N I S E H I M U R A

She must have lost her edge because he hits her four times and she knows it's near impossible to come back from that - she's got to get 6 points before he even gets a single one.

She doesn't have to look at her father to know he's disappointed in her. He's always disappointed in her. She's close though, she was so close and she's going to finish this match out at strongly as she can. There's no use in giving up. For once, Kaiser isn't talking and she assumes that he's finally making sure that he finishes this battle.

There's only one thing to do. She stares at Kaiser's body, his form and his handles, looks for the weak spot.

Lunges.

Thrusts.

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total points: 11

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K A I S E R F R A Y

Anise lost her edge.

He couldn’t say he was disappointed; the point was to win, after all, and she had battled diligently with that sword. He just turned out to be better at scattering wounds. If these were real swords they would both be bleeding badly, but Anise would’ve sustained the most damage.

Then again, their movements were limited in a match like this. He wondered what would happen if they were in a real arena.

She landed two more hits on him, but he wouldn’t allow her to catch up. Allowing six strikes in a row would just be pathetic. He was too skilled for that.

”Are you sure you don’t want to sleep with me?” He asked, ready to dive for the final strike like a coiled cobra. ”I mean, I’m pretty great.”

Yes or no, it didn’t matter. This round was his.

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