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I quickly got changed into my uniform which was just plain shorts and a t-shirt and ran out of the locker room to see the list of spar partners. I was very untalented when it came to mostly everything but when it came to sword fighting it was like I had a whole new talent that I never knew of. There were two really good fighters in this class, but I wasn't classified as one because I never really tried during class. I practiced every day after school. Everyday. Mitch and Jerome had a little area in their house to practice so that's where I was after school everyday constantly practicing and working towards strengthening my skills. Maybe today would be my day to try and beat them. My eyes skimmed over the list of names until I finally reached mine and once I read the name next to mine and I almost fainted. I was supposed to be competing against the best girl fighter in the class, whose skills even suppressed the top boy fighter. Her name was Jasmin and she was always so quiet but she was also always very sassy even without saying anything. I was so nervous and I had this sick feeling in my stomach like I was going to hurl. We weren't first up which gave me time to think of a plan but we weren't very far off the first match-up, plus Jerome and his partner were first up so I had to think of one quick and get back to watching the matches.
"Well it looks like you're screwed…" Mitch said as he walked up right behind me. I knew that that was probably a true statement but I wasn't going to let negative thoughts cloud my mind. I looked at him and glared before shaking my head and walking away. In never really tended to get this way but I hated when people immediately put me down when I versed someone better than me.
"Whattttttt? Was it something I said?" Mitch asked in a whiney voice.
"Well you can be pretty negative." Jerome snickered.
"It's probably true…" I heard Mitch mumble under his breath as I was walking over to go wish them luck, but I stopped dead in my tracks. Mitch's words made me snap and that cause me to snap at him.
"Alright Mitch look, I know you may not think I can fight well but I haven't tried in front of you, Jerome, the Teacher or anyone! So before you go and put labels on people saying that they can't win you should have a little bit of faith in them first." I stomped off a few meters away and sat down still listening to their conversation.
"Well damn. You sure know how to piss her off easily."
"Shut up Jerome!"
Jerome was about to answer back before I walked over and pointed them in the direction of the teacher who was looking at them with a really annoyed face.
"If you guys are done blabbing over there we can get on with the tournament, and it seems that you Jerome are first on my list and your partner is... Sky."
I looked over at Jerome with a huge grin on my face and saw that he was pretty lost in thought over the whole thing.
"And I thought my match was going to be interesting..." I snickered and patted Jerome on the back.
"Good luck"
"Good luck Jerome"
"Dammit!" He grumbled and approached the weapons to chose what he wanted to use. They were all of course wooden so no one could get hurt during the process of sparring, but we had almost every weapon possible. There are Katanas, swords, axes, and other things to be used for any persons preference of fighting. I knew obviously what weapon Jerome was going to choose because of personal favorites. At a young age Mitch made Jerome a diamond axe which I think he named Betty for his birthday. I watched and saw Jerome pick up an axe and headed over to the sparring circle which was just a few mats bunched together. Sky grabbed the Katanas and also headed over to the mat and got in the beginning stance as did Jerome.
"Now remember the rules; if you injure the other partner you are disqualified, if you stab anywhere but the chest it does not count as a win, and no hitting in the head. Now that that is over it is time to start the fight. On the count of three, one, two, three, FIGHT!"
Both of the boys were walking around the circle in their stances, they both seemed very focused on what each other's steps were. Sky made the mistake of lunging for Jerome because it was a said superstition that the first person to attack would lose the match. Jerome blocked the attack and quickly swung around to try and get eh back side of sky but missed. Each attack had the same repeated noise of the weapons clashing together. Neither of them looked to be about close to hitting each other, so it would all come down to who wore out would have thought that having Katanas is an advantage but actually it's quite a disadvantage because you have to have great focus for both of the swords. A few more minutes had passed and I could see that their attacks were becoming slower and less frequent then they had been when they first started. The intensity was so much and yet neither one of them could manage to hit each other. Finally both were breathing heavily and standing on different sides of the mat, both were hunched over but holding their weapons firmly ready to attack at any moment. They could go for hours if class would allow them but there was a ten minute time limit that the boys were slowly creeping up too. I took a few seconds and glanced at the clock that hung above the entrance of the gym,
which read nine o' five. They had approximately five minutes on the dot left.
"Five minutes boys!" I heard coach yell at them and I looked to see that both Jerome and Sky had bolted upright. No one in this class knew what happened when time ran out because we usually were paired up with someone above or below our level of fighting skills which resulted in quick battles, but this time Jerome and Sky were so evenly paired with skills it was hard for them to win against each other. I watched Jerome intently to see what he was going to do and looking at him I could see the determination in his eyes. Jerome lunged forward and slashed at Sky to which he blocked, but he was slow too. If he had waited a few seconds Jerome would have hit just above the heart and resulted in a win but that was not how it played out (unfortunately, sorry sky love you lol). Jerome then copied his attack to which he hit just a tiny bit above the stomach. Coach then got up out of his seat and walked up onto the mat.
"The winner of this match is Jerome and he will be moving on to bracket two. Next up..."
I blocked coach out and ran up to Jerome at the same time Mitch did.
"You did it Biggums!" Mitch cheered and hugged him. (Throwing some #merome in there for you people)
"See I believe that you could do it fluffy!" I teased him and he furrowed his eyebrows at me.
"Stop making fun of my hair Katty..." He threatened as he used his hand to smooth his hair which did not work at all. I looked over and saw Mitch snickering behind his hand. Jerome's hair always made me think of him as a bacca to which he had no relations too (sorry guys :/). Jerome sighed and messed up my hair.
"AW HELLO NO!" I squealed and looked at Jerome who had already gotten a running start. I immediately took over after him and started chasing him around the gym before coach yelled at us for horsing around. I looked at Jerome and glared at him, no one touches my hair and I would get revenge for that.
The next few matches seemed to have gone by very quickly seeing that not a lot of kids were looking for the sparring today. The winners were the obviously better fighters and they of course moved onto the next round. I was silently worrying and internally screaming because my match was next and I was not looking forward to probably getting my ass kicked by someone who is a whole lot better than me.
'Stop the negative thoughts!' I yelled to myself inside my head.
I stopped thinking negatively about my match and just watched the people that were currently fighting right now.
'Damn I'm a good negotiator.'
I smirked at my remark to myself. I need mental help like seriously, my mind seems to be my own friend and that frightens me (just randomly start conversations within your head... It's cool). I looked at the two people matched up too see that they had just finished their match. I stood up and started walking over to the weapons before Jerome stopped me and tried to give me a pep talk.
"You can do it Katty. Just don't think too much about her attacks. Oh yeah and kick ass I know you can"
"Don't forget about timing your attacks just right. And as Jerome said kick ass." Mitch smiled at me and sat down. Sometimes both of them can piss me off but I have to admit I love both of them. Without them I don't know what life would be like or if I would have had the skills and social skills I have now. I owe a lot to them and I'm pretty thankful they are my friends. I walk up to the weapons wall and of course grab the Katanas because that is what I am skilled at best. I noticed Jasmin grabbed a single sword which gave me a little relief knowing she wasn't particularly skilled with some of the more powerful weapons choice. We both walked up to the mat and got into both our corners.
"I don't think I need too repeat the rules as you have heard them multiple times. Battle stances ladies. On my count... One... Two... Fight!"
We both walked around the mat in our spar stances ready to attack or block at any moment. Jasmin spun her sword around a few times to try and intimidate me which worked majority of the time with her other partners but not me because I knew that meant she would lunge first before striking. Just then she did exactly that and I blocked it quickly with my swords before using force and pushing her back. We then went back too walking around the mat in our attack stances and I used this time to try and remember all the attacks that she used with other opponents. Each time before she would attack she would give a signal of some sort with her sword. For example, before lunging and doing a ground attack she would point her sword downwards and then attack. I watched her sword movements very carefully and then lunged toward her aiming my left katana at her sword and the right katana toward her chest area. She blocked and swung her sword near the end of my neck which I blocked. She stepped backwards and I used my chance and swung at her again and again. She blocked them repeatedly and swung at my chest which I almost missed at blocking and that frightened me a little bit. The next few minutes were pretty uneventful and full of swinging and blocking at each other. I got a few moments to glance at the clock and check how much time we had left. Great. Yes I totally want only one minute left to try and beat her. I looked over at her and noticed she was a little bit tired which I could totally use to my advantage. I lunged forward and starting aiming my attacks at the chest and leg to try and hit one to win the match. She blocked my attacks lazily but swiftly trying to keep herself from getting hit but as my attacks got quicker she seemed to be struggling to block them. I counted the seconds in my head and I was down to ten. Nine... I swung and went backwards, Eight... I watched her stop for s moment, Seven... I breathed in and readied, Six... I walked toward her, Five... I readied my Katanas, Four... She stood guard, Three... I lunged forward and attacked, Two... I swung towards her chest, One.
The coach stepped onto the mat and looked at the class
"Winner for this match is..."
