In which she fights for her people and the love of her life.
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Emori could count how many times she'd ever gotten nervous before a dual in 1 hand. She was never one to get nervous. On the contrary, she was usually high-spirited and ready for whatever was to come in the arena but sitting next to Lincoln and Octavia in the cell, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.
This dual would determine the fate of her friends' lives, and that meant she could not lose. There was no room for defeat in the arena. Every move needed to be precise and clear, her mind had to be focused on her opponent's movements, and she needed to be strong.
"You cannot fight like you naturally do" Lincoln muttered as he moved his gaze from the moss-covered ground towards Emori, who had now resorted to pacing. Emori stopped moving and turned to look at Lincoln confused, "why?"
"Onto is larger than you, he moves slower, sure, but he fights dirty. You on the other hand fight mercilessly, you don't hold back. He'll expect that and use it against you. You will get tired before you can ever get a proper hit on him. You need to defend and focus on his moves before making your own. Surprise him" Lincoln stated.
"She can take him" Octavia piped in as she smirked at Emori. "I am not so sure that is true" Emori mumbled as she stole a glance at Bellamy, who was facing a wall on the other side of the cave, but still listening intently to their conversation.
"Oh, c'mon Em, you are the most fearless warrior I have ever seen. You are the Warrior of Blood; your whole existence is because you are quite literally the best fighter. Like when you fought in those duals for Lexa" Octavia rambled on about how glorious Emori's fighting skills were and Emori could only shake her head.
"I don't know how you know so much about my past-" Emori started and then watched as Octavia glanced at Lincoln and Emori suddenly knew he was the one blabbering about her life. "-right... Anyway, Onto and I are evenly matched, we both trained in Lexa's court. A lot of the skills that I have, we learned together" Emori paused as she thought back to the days when they would practice together. He would teach her new ways to fight, and she would help him with his form and technique. She looked at Bellamy one last time as she continued on telling the story of how her and Onto were not only friends, but war partners.
"We were friends. Fought and trained together for the new Heda to come, alongside Lexa when she was training with the other natblidas. Delfikru had a natblida of their own that year, his name was Darian. He was the best fighter in the conclave and the king and queen were so certain that he was going to win, become Heda, and they would take over as the ruling clan. They sent Onto to train at Polis once they heard that Darian would most likely be next in line to become a Heda. They wanted as many Delfikru soldiers in the inside, but when Lexa won and killed Darian, they were furious. They pulled Onto and any other Delfikru soldier out of court training and tensions between Trikru and Delfikru grew." Emori finished as Octavia nodded now understanding why Emori looked so wary about the dual.
