>>5354175It’s hard to tell who has the upper hand, both males slashing and blocking in equal measure.
You watch Valjean dodge a particularly brutal slash from Matt, one that could’ve left a nasty scar on his face if he’d been just a few inches closer. From beside you, you hear a low intake of breath from Julia, clearly worried for Valjean’s own safety despite knowing he can hold his own. But Valjean absolutely refuses to give Matt any headway, thrusting his knife through the opening left by your brother’s attack.
Matt blocks in the nick of time, struggling to hold his sword against Valjean who’s pushing down against his own.
With bated breath, you, Bernard, and Julia watch to see who will pull through. It’s Matt who stumbles backwards, tumbling back into the dirt and grass.
Much too quickly for him to react, Valjean pins him to the dirt with his foot, the force knocking the wind right out of him. This causes Matt to loosen his grip on his sword, which Valjean spares no second in knocking it from his hand with his own sword.
Five seconds pass before Valjean removes his foot from your brother, the match having ended and the winner decided.
“Fuck!” Matt cries. With two losses in a day, that has to sting at his pride. Though he’d won, Valjean doesn’t look all-that-cocky like you’d expected, staring down at Matt with a contemplative look on his face.
“Wasn’t terrible… for a nonmutant.” He finally says, and you’re pretty sure that’s the closest Matt will get to a compliment from Valjean. “Keep practicing.” Valjean curtly tells him, pulling Matt back to his feet.
The display of good sportsmanship on Valjean’s part leaves you slightly disconcerted, and you’re left staring at the empty space where Matt and Valjean had been, wondering if you’re high on drugs.
“Are my eyes playin’ tricks on me or what?” Bernard confirms you are not on any sort of drug. “Jerkface must be in a good mood today.”
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