Looking For A Fight

I walked Into the arena.I looked around"Hmmph, I think I'll practice my Gyrokinesis."

OOC: I'll join in. This is my character Eve Benson. She's 16 right now.


I was feeling aggressive. Very aggressive. I sat on my bunk, bored as heck. I looked to the night stand next to me, and opened the drawer. Sure enough, there was my sword that always compacted to a dagger for easy storing. I plucked it out and closed the drawer, then unsheathed the dagger, which had elongated to a full size sword a second before. The blade had always intruiged (OOC: sp?) me more than any sword, even if it was the normal celestial bronze. It wasn't any more special. Yet somehow, it was. I touched the soft, jet black grip, the word 'pain' engraved in Ancient Greek letters. I still had no idea why it said that, but I wasn't too fond of thinking too hard on it. I was so tempted to touch the blade, barely. But even though my parent was Ares, I stopped myself. I would hurt like mad. I knew that. I'd been hurt by celestial bronze before, and the turn-out was never great. I re-sheathed it and watched, fascinated, as it turned into a dagger. I ran outside Cabin 5, sprinting to the arena for some sword-fighting. I saw a camper there, and they spoke. But since I didn't care too much, all I heard was, 'Hmmph', and 'Gyrokinesis', which confused me to the max. But I shook it off. They'd be an opponent. But hey, I'd 'spare' them. I wasn't the best nor worst child of the war god, but I'd never fathom 'fight-to-the-death'. Never.