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Post by Morgan Landry on 4/26/2015, 10:48 am

The arena of Camp Half-Blood was something else than the underground fighting pits in Seattle; here everything was white marble and pale sand, walls lined with weapon lockers and dummies in Greek armor placed here and there. Twirling a javelin in her hand, Shay mentally compared all this to the industrial lighting and dark stone of the rooms in which she had learned to fight with all the other girls.
She wasn't yet wearing the vivid orange tees nearly everyone around here was carrying, she would once she felt she belonged here. Right now, she was sporting black workout leggings and a deep red hoodie with her combat boots, her black hair braided down her back. The Asian girl glanced to the right and let on impulse her javelin hiss through the air, catching the dummy in the right eyehole of its helmet. Tucking a wild streak behind her ear, she drew another javelin from the tubes inside her crescent-shaped shield and gazed at the dummies, selecting her next "victim". This was too easy, where was everything? Where were all the arrow traps, hidden pits, spinning blades and scythe pendulums? If demigods were trained like this, no wonder so many of them sucked at surviving.
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Post by Shade on 4/26/2015, 11:24 am

Gabriel blocked the sword swing with the escrima stick in his left hand, allowing the Demi-God he was sparing against to push down bringing the blade and stick closer to his body. When he felt the stick touch his chest he swung the stick in his right hand down in a diagonal arc aiming for the boy’s neck. In one quick motion the guy went from pushing with all his might up against Gabriel’s escrima stick, and therefore Gabriel’s chest, to tumbling down to the ground attempting to breathe. Rolling the sticks in his hand the son of Hyperion placed them back in their ‘pocket’ down by his left leg and bent down shaking his head. The Demi-God’s here were terrible at fighting, and it surprised him they all lasted so long.

If it were up to him they’d all get sorted out and only the strong would survive. But it wasn’t and Stella and David already ‘convinced’ him that killing the fools who challenged him to the Dance was not the way things were done. Punching the guy in the stomach he gasped for breath but it took the pain away from his throat and he slowly started breathing again, coughing as well but that was to be expected. Noting the idiot was a live and would stay that way the Irishman stood up and turned around to find his next dancing partner. Only to see a somewhat short but strong looking Asian girl throw a spear halfway across the Arena into a dummy striking it straight into the things eye.

Raising an eyebrow he walked over to the woman “Nice throw, I haven’t seen you around. Are you new to camp?” For most people it would seem to be a stupid question as she wasn’t wearing the standard orange camp shirt but neither of course was he so that had no true standard of telling who was new and who wasn’t. Speaking of clothing he himself was wearing battered and torn jeans, black running shoes, and a white muscle shirt with no sun glasses on to cover his molten gold eyes. Sure, it wasn’t exactly what most people would wear when they go into an arena where they would be fighting other people in armor and with weapons but Gabriel wasn’t most people. He was a brawler, a street fighter, and it showed in his fighting style and way of life.
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Post by Morgan Landry on 4/26/2015, 11:38 am

Shay looked at the guy: blonde, athletic, handsome features and eyes like polished amber... he'd look pretty cute in a collar and orange jumpsuit, she mused. However she didn't acknowledge him any further, her eyes gazed through him as if he didn't exist, then she sent her spear backwards at the dummy behind her, piercing through its neck with the rear spike of her javelin.
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