[Day 2] Foil Round 2: Moreno vs. Dunn

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FOIL ROUND 1: MORENO VS. DUNN

Welcome to the Individual Foil 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 strip, and remember, make your district proud!

See also: Foil 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

Remo Moreno [Tom ]: 6
Marshall Dunn [lance ]: 4



TL;DR
Dice: [*roll range="1-4"] until someone reaches 15. Take turns.
Deadline: 08/29 ~11:59pm EST

[Tom]

Remo Moreno

Foil. An event that had taken him by the heart. It was an event he loved to be a part of. Leo had been here when they had done their mighty battle of the ages. Remo had loved the rush he had gotten from it. He loved everything about it. The true battle of strength against every single person upon the mat. This was only the beginning of the event and yet he was still happy of making it to the olympics. Sword fighting was his specialty in training. At a young age he used to play pretend sword fight with the boys in the orphanage, before he got the Moreno name, and every time he defeated them, they had to do his laundry for a week. Foil was similar to the play sword fighting that he used to do.

As he watches the guy know as M. Dunn, all he can see is the blonde hair, the muscles, and everything about the man made Remo feel weak only for a moment. Weak in a different way than actual strength. The man was gorgeous in his own right. Remo shakes his head in surprise, never had he thought of a male gorgeous in a way. Instead of thinking too hard, he warms up, a few stretches. A smile upon his lips as the round begun. Remo strikes like the man who had taken down the Little Lyon Boy. His heart beats quickly, eyes imagining the gorgeous blonde inside the suit. Damn. I need to forget about how good this guy looks. Unfortunately for Remo, it wouldn't be that easy.


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[lance]

Marshall Dunn

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Round one had been completed. One District One boy had fallen before him, propelling Marshall to round two.

This match would be no simpler than the first - if anything, it would be even more of a challenge than before. It was common knowledge that in any sort of competition, whether it was the olympics or the Hunger Games themselves, the further you progressed, the more difficult it became to remain in the running for the grand prize.

That much was evident when the pairings for the next round were released. You watched with a mixture of excitement and oh, shit when you saw the name Moreno directly above yours.

Even in Four, you knew of the Moreno family, and their reputation not only as a prominent Career family but as skilled tributes was well known.

Yet here you were, once again decked out in the traditional fencing garb and once again facing a Career hailing from the district of luxury.

Only this time he was facing a relative of a Games finalist who had knocked off a member of an equally prestigious Career family to face him.

Foil in hand, Marshall turns to face his opponent. The Moreno has a handsome face complimented by dark hair and light eyes, and the blond boy can't help but gaze at it for a moment, taking note of every minute feature lining the boy's face.

Then the gong rings, and his staring is interrupted by the flash of a silver blade.

He misses the first shot but successfully parries the second, before lunging on the offensive.

Time for a little fun.

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[Tom]

Remo Moreno

Looks weren't the only striking thing about the guy, blades clash, as Remo parries, but gets struck slightly. A smirk upon his face as he watches the guy with every calculating thought, but the only thing in his mind is how good Dunn would look in his bed. Not clothed and gorgeous like everything he could see, but no one would like Remo after what Ana did. Running off with his kid somewhere in District One. Hidden in the shadows, leaving his heart broken and shattered. Dunn would never fall for a Moreno of District One who had failed his family in multiple ways. No more of the failures. No more of feeling weak in a world of strength. Remo Moreno was strong.

Eyes stare at each other, until one strikes. Brunette versus Blonde. Hot vs not. Moreno vs Dunn. Remo had felt an intensity in the air as the crowd watches cheering both sides on. District Four and District One. They were the two contenders for the medals. People had predicted Four to come out on top, but not now. Remo Moreno would not let Four get the medal for Foil. It was his medal and no one else's. Unfortunately, it meant defeating the blonde adonis that was his opponent. Remo Moreno strikes like he did to the Little Lyon Man. They were the prey and he was the hunter. Let the games begin Dunn.


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[lance]

Marshall Dunn

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Back and forth they fought, clashing blades and stabbing forward into the protective outfits of the other. A thought flashed across Marshall's eyes, one of him slashing his foil straight down the center of Moreno's uniform, just far enough to sever the fabric without hurting the boy beneath.

Then the thought flashed, and he was once again locking blades with the boy with the famous name. He parried one strike, failed to completely block the second, then managed to hold Moreno in a deadlock.

Blue eyes gazed into pale green, and for a second Marshall forgot where he was and what he was doing.

What pretty eyes, he thought internally.

Then the blades slipped, and he realized his mistake.

Attempting to capitalize on the bladelock while simultaneously maintaining his pride, Marshall once again went on the offensive.

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[Tom]

Remo Moreno

Dunn's blue eyes soak up his own green ones. That second of Dunn getting lost within his own eyes made him smile softly. A knowing smirk within the mask. His hand on his blade feels strong as he watches Dunn, sword stuck for a moment. He couldn't sit there and watch the man like he wanted to do. Watch him until the match was over. He would prefer to see Dunn stripping from the outfit for himself. This wasn't the time or place for Remo moreno to be thinking of such things, but he still did. Blade in hand, he pulls back, shaking out of the thought. That's when Dunn went on the offensive, his blade blocks the blows to his own body. Clash of metal to metal as their blades collide. The world was watching, but Remo was only watching him.

As he blocks another strike, Remo plans his next move. The best offensive was a good defense. Remo would wait until he struck to strike at the Dunn man. All he could do was stand and block the blows as he watched the blonde boy whose eyes were a striking blue that made him shiver in desire. The world would remember Dunn, not for winning, but for his looks, Remo would be remembered for his skill. As he stands, remembering why he truly did Foil, he feels a blade clash against his own. Strike him down, Moreno. Strike him down now. And he does, he strikes with the sword, like the years of training in the Moreno house. The battle would end with green and blue clashing.


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[lance]

Marshall Dunn

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Now was not the time to get distracted by a pretty face, and yet that seemed to be exactly what he was doing.

His last strike had been poor, the other boy's eyes proving to be far more captivating than he had expected.

He barely managed to block the boy's retaliatory strike, before jumping back to give himself some space. He grimaced internally, knowing full well that if things kept up the way they already were, he would lose.

His only consolation was that the Moreno boy seemed to be equally distracted, though whether the source was him or something else was unknown to him.

Still, Moreno technically had the lead, and Marshall would need to step up his game in order to win it back.

His eyes narrowed, gazing somewhere below the boy's face, and his jaw set, he struck once again.

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[Tom]

Remo Moreno

Gorgeous looks, the mask hides the man he was trying to strike down. Stopping slowly to get blocked by the sword easily in Dunn's hands. His hands that Remo wanted to feel all over his body. Remo was a goner when he saw the shade of blue appear from under the flutter of the eyelashes. Remo could see that Dunn was gorgeous in the way he moved, in the way he stared into Remo's eyes, everything screamed that he was attractive. All Remo had to do was end the match and then they could meet up and have a great night for one night. The words he'd hear in Dunn's voice. Everything would be perfect. All he needed to do was end the match.

As he blocks the strike in his daze, he smiles. A genuine smile. His voice slinks out softly, cockily, and teasingly, "Hey, gorgeous, once I beat you, how about you come to my room?" A smirk falls on his face, he hasn't flirted with anyone in what felt like years. No one struck him as gorgeous, hot, or just attractive. Dunn was the first one in a long while. It could have had something to do with the striking blue eyes that Remo had been attracted to since his fiancee, the one who left him alone in the world forever. Dunn would do the same, but for now, Remo strikes, thoughts pushed aside as he focuses on the task at hand. Getting Marshall Dunn into his bed.


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