Beat it (Grim)

[Jack Lexington]

MATTHEW DUNHAM

One, two, three laps around the back field of the training center are behind me when I start to sprint half a lap. The cold air burns deep into my lungs. Instantly I feel the need to slow down because it's hard but force myself to keep up the pace. By the end of my sprint my thighs have turned sour making the experience even morepainful. Clearly I've been in better shape before. So I fall into an easy jog for the next two rounds before I force myself to sprint again. The breaths coming from my lungs travel through the cold air like small clouds.

As exhausting and frustrating as today's warm up and sprint training may be I know it's necessary to get back into shape plus it's the one thing I'm free to do now. No obligations. No need to train any youngsters, no cleaning up blood and grime from desaster areas like my girl friends home. Just me and the track.

For a good half an hour I circle around the otherwise empty field before I stop for a drink of water from my clear bottle and take a few good deep breaths. One of my lungs is still not functioning too well, probably never will, but it seems to be getting better with time.

My greyish blue eyes scane the training lot for familiar face while I wait for my pulse to slow down. It's deserted out here due to the cold. What would these kids do if the arena ever was an ice field?

I grab my bag an move on over to the large gym area with it's boxing ring the knife targets and pool area.
Maybe I can find some old friend from my days as a career who will be up for some training. Since my right hand is still out of order I've made it my goal to become better with my left. Maybe a staff fight or some knife throwing?

Once I step throught the large doors the noise of multiple teams sparring and exercising reaches my ears. From the side I scan the place for possible training partners.

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Bellamy Blane

The burning sweat drips down my brow line, as I thrust my bandage wrapped fists simultaneously into the hanging bag. I feel my copper hair whipping into my perspiring shoulder blades. I let out a burst of air with each blow, remembering what my father taught me. "Head low, feet planted, mind focused, eyes engaged." I can here is burly voice echoing through my head.

I decide that I have had enough of the punching bag, and notice a dark haired boy standing alone at the staff fighting area. I make my way toward him, wiping my head with a dry towel. Once I reach him I grab a staff from the wall and give him an intimidating glance. He seems to take notice, taking up his fighting stance. I give him one more look and take up my formation.

I know that the only way to win a fight is to know your opponents weakness. I always let my opponent take the first swing, letting me get some leverage. I notice a bulky blonde man walk in through the front entrance. I believe I saw him running around the track earlier. He slowed to a jog mid way through his sprint...pathetic. I blow off his entrance, I refuse to socialize with someone as disgraceful as that.

This blonde man that walked in happened to be standing just a few feet behind me, he better stay out of my way. I turn my attention back to my opponent waiting for his attack. My opponent comes at me pushing me back just far enough for me to bump into the strange man. "Watch yourself." I say to this waste of space. I quickly bolt at my opponent and take out his knee. Then I give him a hard whack to his bicep. He grunts, time to finish him off. I jab him in the stomach, knocking him to his back, and in turn winning me the match.

He wasn't even worth my time. I didn't bother helping him to his feet. I picked up my towel once more and wiped my forehead again. I decide to take a rest near that strange blonde man, and I watch him with per-cation.

[Jack Lexington]

MATTHEW DUNHAM

Out of the training teams the one I stand closest to catches my eye so I sit down on one of the benches nearby and watch their brief spar. Brief is an underestimation though. The red haired girl does everything right and is so fierce that the guy whose ass she's kicking barely stands a chance. Maybe he's too young- a lanky 15 year old, no more- but he also gives up way too easily after receiving a few hard hits. 5 minutes and the show is over.

The girl doesn't even regard him with any words but simply walks away. She strikes me as one of those pretty, stuck up career bitches that I've grown to hate over my 7 years at the training center.

I avert my gaze until she sits down not too far away from me on the bench to wipe her face and, when I glance over, stare at me.

So I give her a brief smile, that doesn't reach my eyes but when she keeps looking I decide to take the friendly route and tell her.
"You know what you're doing. Really kicked that guys ass."

After a quick drink from my bottle I look around again. Maybe I can beat down that kid some more. That would be fun, but not really a challenge. I probably have ten pounds of muscle on the boy.

Once more I look over at the red head who's sitting there, straight back, chin raised as if she could take on the world. Briefly I contemplate what kind of an opponent she would make.
"What you're looking at?"

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Bellamy Blane

This tall blonde man was odd. He was very thick and packed with muscle. It wasn't enough to intimidate me, but still impressive. There was no confusion that he was over the age of eighteen, he looked more like early twenty's. He seemed to have plenty of experience in combat, but he didn't volunteer for tribute. I wonder if the fear of death got to him, or maybe he was just truly weak to the core.

He takes notice to my stare, he lets out an unconvincing smile."You know what your doing. Really kicked that guy's ass." he says. I smirk, and harden my gaze. I continue to stare in his direction, contemplating my strategy for this particular social experiment. Was I going to embrace his kindness or simply go complete raging bitch?

"What are you looking at" he says. My star becomes more of a glare, and I say " looking at a disgrace to District one." He obviestly was of no importance, considering his lack of volunteering. He was weak, probably just as weak as that boy I just beat the shit out of, but I don't plan on underestimating my enemy, so I give him the benefit of the doubt.

I make my way to him carrying a staff in each hand. "Prove you are worth more than shit on my shoe, and I will consider being friendly." I say in a demanding tone.

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[Jack Lexington]

I see her eyes roam the length of my body once. She's either checking me out or seizing me up. Is it sexual or combat interest?
I'd guess the latter. My praise doesn't seem to flatter her though as her eye become distant and there's no 'thank you'. This chick definetly isn't the chatty type.

When I ask her what she's looking at it becomes apparent that she really is one of those snide bitchy girls, you can find all over the center.
" looking at a disgrace to District one." Her words still and don't fail to provoke anger deep inside of my gutt. I've always had trouble controlling my temper and even though I'm getting better at it she's clearly looking for trouble.
"You got troubles counting?" I give back with a cold stare.

Of course there's a reason for a statement like hers. She wants to fight and thinks she can take me on. maybe today she's right but obviously she has no clue who I am. Otherwise she wouldn't do that- unless she's REALLY full of herself. After all I damn near one the pregames last year.

She walks away only to return a moment later with two staffes. "Prove you are worth more than shit on my shoe, and I will consider being friendly."
Gahh, this girl can be glad if I don't tear her a new one! She's got a way to pissme off like no other I metlately. The anger inside my belly bubbles it's way up to the top. through gritted teeth I reply "I don't give a damn about your friendliness, put your money where you're bitchy mouth is."
I grab the staff from her hand while I get up and walk towards the sparring matts nearby listening closely to her steps and rolling my shoulders.
On my way I drop my hoodie on the ground working hard to channel my anger into the soon to come spar.

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Bellamy Blane

He accepted my sparring request, and with such anger. You could tell this guy clouded his judgment with forced anger. I will have to use that against him. He makes his way to the sparing mat and I watch as he slips his sweater over his head. He wasn't a bad looking guy. He was well groomed, and his arms were thicker than I estimated with that sweater on. Don't get me wrong I would never let affection intercept my training schedule, but temporary companionship is a great stress reliever.

Its to late for seduction now anyway's, I had already pissed him off, I better finish what I started. "I don't give a damn about your friendliness, put your money where your bitchy mouth is." he says. Huh the nerve of this guy, I guess little tension is what makes for great sex. I decide to make it a little more interesting, why not show off what I have to offer? I pull my tank top over my head, and walk toward the mat in my sports bra, and spandex pants.

"This bitchy mouth, is going to lay you out on your ass". I say both in an intimidating tone, and a playful one. I pull my hair back into a semi tight ponytail, and take up my stance. "Lets see that attack of yours". I say. I watch him with pre-catioun, ready to dodge any attack he throws.

[Jack Lexington]

Behind me I hear her steps, not too quick, not too fast.She's not coming in for an unfair attack of my back. But when I turn around I see her pull off her own top until she's stripped down to her sports bar and pants. Maybe this is a bit of both-combat with a hint of sex.Her body is well tone, nice waist, wellrounded in all the necessary places.

She's hot. No need to deny that. But her attitude has me far from interested.

With a watchful eye I wait for her to join me on the matt and give her a nod once she's there. I'm sure by now she's got a plan how to attack and my thick bandaged right hand hasn't escaped her attention. If I were her I'd strike right there, so I'm very perceptive to every move she makes.

Slowly we starts circling each other while I put my attention away from her looks to her moves.
She claims she can put my ass on the matt and I'd love to prove her wrong.
"We'll see, sweetheart." That#s a total lie, of course. this girl is anything but sweet. She's a predator who will eat you alive and walk around with your skull as decoration.

Very carefully I move around her, test a step on the right, then left. My left hand firmly wraps around the staff before I twist it in a circle and fake an attack. Then come in with a kick from underneath. Nobody stated the rules in this game anyway.
My foot connects with her thigh in a rather unpleasant way, that will let her know I don't play fair.

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Bellamy Blane, District Two


We circle each other, I watch his form, not to shabby. He knows his way around a fight. "We'll see, sweetheart." He says. I smirk this guy is amusing, I was enjoying myself. "Be carful, sometimes sour can be mistaken for sweet." I say playfully. I continue to circle, holding my form tight. He pump fakes at me, I hardly flinch. He quickly hooks his foot under my right knee cap. That leg falls to a knee, I quickly stand, remembering my father's training "Don't stay grounded for long, leaving an opening for your opponent". He would always say. 

I laugh, "I like a boy who knows how to scrap." I say. This was the fight I had been waiting for. Its been to long since an opponent like this. I hadn't taken much notice to the wrap around his wrist, but he had proven he likes it dirty. Well I can do dirty, in more ways than one. I thrust my staff toward his core, quickly pulling away and whacking his wrapped wrist, hoping for a painful reaction. 

"Fake outs aren't to hard of a skill to come by." I say. I take my stance to a lower level, blocking my legs from his kicks. I continue to circle with him, watching him closely. I was having fun with this, healthy sparring was more then needed on my part. My smirk turns into more of a smile. "I bet that hurt like a bitch, huh." I say.

[Jack Lexington]

Judging by the look on her face she's keen to fight and doesn't really see my unfair kick coming. I guess she expected a nice twirl and swing with the staff but I don't work that way.
Her expression becomes a little sour when she lands on her ass but quickly pops back up to dish out some smart words. "I like a boy who knows how to scrap."
I really don't give a damn whether she likes what I do.

She attacks my middle, which instinctively I protect by bringing my hands including the staff in front of me. As predicted she uses her chance and swings her weapon towards my injured right hand after faking the attack. If she can take that one out I'll have a hard time holding the staff. Since I'm prepared she only manages to grace my wrist, which is enough for me to let go of that side of my weapon for just a moment because it causes pain to shoot up towards my elbow. I don't even want to find out what it feels like if she full on whacks it.
"Fake outs aren't to hard of a skill to come by."
There's a genuine smile on her face now when she tells me that she thinks it hurt like a bitch. Right, It did but I would never give her the satisfaction of admitting that or showing it on my face. Instead I smile at her.

Instead I twist my shoulder away from her and twirl the staff with my left.
"You tal too much." I growl ather just like I had done it about a year ago to Kyanite when we first sparred and my final oppenent in the pregames, who constantly tried to school me.

This time I don't fake but step forward to attack her. Unfortunately her guards up as well.





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7036 -- Block -- 0.0 damage
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                 Bellamy Blane, District Two



    We twirl with ease, both aware of each other. If I didn't know better I would think that we were some kind of distant relatives, considering the similarities in our fighting styles. We keep circling each other, endlessly parading around this arena. My breathing is slow and steady, I haven't gotten to worked up yet. I keep my body low, for his next attack. He seems to be preparing, I don't plan on him making contact this time. Time seems to slow down, I see the pulses of his breathing, the steady step of his footing, and the rotating of his staff. 

    He had no chance, I was to prepared. He swings at me, with what feels to be full force. I quickly raise up my staff in defense, hearing the *CLACK* of our staffs. I had successfully blocked his attack, but I wasn't going to bask in that small victory, I needed to win the bigger task at hand. I pull the staff over my head making him think he had an opening, I quickly twirl my staff. My target is that squared jaw of his.

    I hit him straight in the jaw. I here a hard whack of wood to flesh. I know that was a painful blow, probably near a break. It will be bruised for the next week or so, for sure. I continue to smile, remembering to pulse my breathing. Maybe this guy wasn't as hard of an opponent after all. "Wholly shit, that stung, huh?" I say mockingly. I remember to stay low again, that tactic worked well last time. 



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7088 -- Broken Jaw -- 7.0 damage
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[Jack Lexington]

It becomes obvious that my opponent, even thozgh she is a girl, is very strong and skilled in staff fights. If I had to take a wild guess I'd say it's her favourite and strongest discipline judging by the easy she blocks my attack with.

Not even a second later she raises her staff leaving herself wide open but before I can attack again she delivers a blow to my jaw that brings tears to my eyes instantly. The staff connects with the right side of my jaw so hard and whacs it to the side that I feel a strong ripping sensation. Pretty darn painful like a small blossom that's opening up into a magnificent, yet horrific flower. It fucking hurts. Did she break my jaw? I don't know but all I can do is bend away in pain turning my back on her to at least protect my face for a moment while I hold the ginger spot until I am able to bite back the pain.
My right hand has already inspected the spot that feel like an ugly welt is forming there but I can't tell. AllI know is that I'm fucking pissed now.A girl just hit my in the face- on her first attack.

And now she's mocking me.


"Wholly shit, that stung, huh?"
I'd like to have a come back to that but I don't dare to move my mouth. Instead I give her a glare that could burn her into the ground and put all my pain into the next attack.
I haul off as it my staff was a tennis racket and let it come dwn toward the topof her head. At the last second she steps to the side so it hits her in the collar bone.

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7010 -- Bruised Right Collar Bone -- 2.0 damage
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My damage 7200+7000

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                               Bellamy Blane, District Two
   



    After my remark he glares at me with horrifically angry eyes. It was obvious he was taking this spar much more serious then I was. This made me a little on edge, considering I thought it was a friendly spar. I do often misread the situation though. He swings his staff straight over his head. It was apparent that he was trying to crack it down, right on my head. I was in such shock of this attempt, that I almost didn't move at all. Luckily I moved just enough for it to miss my head, but strike my right collar bone with a massive amount of force.

I blow a powerful stream of air through my teeth. But I will not show weakness, I refuse to scream, no matter the level of pain. I give my shoulder a roll, being sure that it wasn't broken. It was a large bruise, not to horrible. My smile drops into a face that says game time. Ok so I have been underestimating the level of tension in this spar. Through my mind I thought a little bit of teasing and a few big hits, and then we could go to my house and bang. But he made it clear that he only wanted to beat the living shit out of me. Well I wasn't going to be an easy opponent, its time to show my bite is much worse than my bark. 

I step from left to right, remembering to shift my weigh fluidly. I notice he is now protecting his face more so than his legs. ha this guy seems to be out of training. He still wasn't leaving it open enough for me to attack. So i do a quick fake toward his head again, and then jab him in the knee. It was a successful hit, but not nearly as brutal as I would of hoped.


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7155 -- Bruised Right Knee -- 2.5 damage
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[Jack Lexington]

I'm stilltrying to get my barings back from the hit to my jaw with the wooden staff when she attacks my face again. Instinctivley I bring up the staff to cover my face giving her the opportunity to aim lower. Just in time I jump back but her staff still gets knocked against my knee. It's no worse than if I run into something because I'm not paying attention or the friendly jabs Kyanite sometimes gives me.
Before she can even pull back her arm I whack my own staff against the bare skin of her right forearm, which is her leading one when it comes to this weapon. The force even breaks her pale immaculate skin a little and gives me a certain level of satisfaction.

"Wholly shit, that stung, huh?" I repeat her own words with a nasty grin. Game on, baby. If I was at 100% the odds wouldn't be so even but today it's a very well balanced fight.

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7142 -- Gash/Bruised Right Arm -- 3.0 damage
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                                Bellamy Blane, District Two



   My slight knee victory was short lived. He instantly targeted my unguarded arm. It was completely stupid of me, I could of been faster. This guy was proving worthy of my attention, maybe angry sex isn't an option, but long term sparring partner sounds even better. I feel the sensation of rose red fluid leak from my forearm. The hit wasn't all that bad, but it did bust my skin open. I scrunch my face in pain, but still refuse to let him have the privilege of hearing me squeal. At least in this particular situation.

"Wholly shit, bet that stung huh?" he says. That ignorant little bastard, how dare he mock me. He will pay. I will admit anger fueled my next attack, but it was very successful. I swing my staff straight down, aiming for the top of his head. He of course somehow dodges it, but I hit him excessively hard on his collar bone. Its a solid hit, if I didn't know better I would of guessed, near a break. I know for a fact it was much more painful than when her hit my collar bone. After that this spar should be a breeze. There is no way he can handle much more abuse.



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7188 -- Broken Left Collar Bone -- 6.5 damage
(Club or Blunt Weapon)
My damage-5

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