clashing blades blitz.— [six/emerson]
Jun 15, 2021 11:24:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2021 11:24:42 GMT -5
Six definitely had the potential do well with blades. When it came to swords and knives alike, he had the right spirit. He had the proper techniques, stances, and even knew the right spots to hit. However, there was one major issue preventing him from succeeding. That issue was his hesitation. Right now, he was working with a sword. He was holding it properly and using it correctly. He started off his swing at full force and speed, exactly how you want it. But then, like every time he used a bladed weapon, he hesitated just before hitting the target. This resulted in it doing a lot less damage that it could have - it was as though he was scared of hurting the target.
And in a way, he was scared. He wasn't scared of hitting the target itself, he was scared of what it represented. It represented Bubby. It represented Thad and Evan. It represented himself. The target represented every other tribute in the room, human beings. He knew it wasn't a human and he wasn't actually hurting anyone, but it felt like a slippery slope. He knew he'd have to hurt people, but he didn't want to. His hesitation when it came to attacking the target mirrored his hesitation about this whole damn thing.
After another failed sword attack he closed his eyes for a second to just breathe. To try to tell himself that it wasn't a person, that he wasn't a monster. But he knew. He knew that doing this was teaching him to become a monster. That was the whole point of this, after all. The Capitol didn't want to increase their chances of survival, they wanted to decrease their humanity. And it was working. That was the worst part. It always worked because if you didn't play how the Capitol wanted it would just result in an early death for you. There was no protesting or trying to skirt around the rules. You play, or you die.
After trying to sort through his thoughts he gave the sword one more chance. He adjusted his stance, made sure his hands were where they needed to be. But this time, he closed his eyes. He thought maybe if he wasn't looking at the target, he could stop the hesitation. Then, he swung. He started his swing as always. He used all the strength he could muster and swung as fast as he could. But, he also ended the swing as always. With hesitation ruining his momentum and causing minimal damage to the target.
And in a way, he was scared. He wasn't scared of hitting the target itself, he was scared of what it represented. It represented Bubby. It represented Thad and Evan. It represented himself. The target represented every other tribute in the room, human beings. He knew it wasn't a human and he wasn't actually hurting anyone, but it felt like a slippery slope. He knew he'd have to hurt people, but he didn't want to. His hesitation when it came to attacking the target mirrored his hesitation about this whole damn thing.
After another failed sword attack he closed his eyes for a second to just breathe. To try to tell himself that it wasn't a person, that he wasn't a monster. But he knew. He knew that doing this was teaching him to become a monster. That was the whole point of this, after all. The Capitol didn't want to increase their chances of survival, they wanted to decrease their humanity. And it was working. That was the worst part. It always worked because if you didn't play how the Capitol wanted it would just result in an early death for you. There was no protesting or trying to skirt around the rules. You play, or you die.
After trying to sort through his thoughts he gave the sword one more chance. He adjusted his stance, made sure his hands were where they needed to be. But this time, he closed his eyes. He thought maybe if he wasn't looking at the target, he could stop the hesitation. Then, he swung. He started his swing as always. He used all the strength he could muster and swung as fast as he could. But, he also ended the swing as always. With hesitation ruining his momentum and causing minimal damage to the target.