and the fogs rolls in --- [open]

John walked into the arena in the early morning, the had gotten up early in order to get some practice in before anybody else showed up, that way he could have some peace. Huxleigh, his huskie, bounced alongside him. Eager to be outside while the weather was starting to get cooler. John was wearing a pair of black workout pants, which were already covered in white fur from Huxleigh's coat, and a sleeveless black under armor shirt. He also of course, had his spiked bracelet on which would turn into a sword.

The boy soon heard a voice say 'Morning' which somewhat surprised the son of Athena seeing as he hadn't expected to see anybody else here so early in the day. "Good Morning, I didn't expect to find anybody else down here so early." the boy said with a slight smile on his lips. He continued through the fog and down the steps until he was near the figure, enough to see her clearly at least. He took a second to make sure his dog was safely off to the side, which she was. Laying there and licking her paws. Then he turned his attention back to the girl.

"Hey, Faye. I almost didn't recognize you. Though it's not terribly surprising, with all our siblings I don't think we've ever really talked to each other." The boy said with a small laugh and a smile. Huxleigh, upon the girl holding out her hand, came over and sniffed her hand. Before giving Faye a couple of big Husky kisses and moving so the girl'girl's hand now was on top of her head. This caused John to smile ever so slightly. He enjoyed seeing his dog going around and being a friendly pup like she was now.

"So what brings you down here so early anyways?" The boy askes the girl, the curiosity obvious in his tone as his gray eyes searched the surrounding area just to see if anybody happened to be lurking nearby as well. Fortunately enough, there did not seem to be anybody, so John didn't have to worry about being surprised, he hated being surprised.

"I don't sleep terribly well at night anymore either. Not since the day when the dead attacked. I've been coming down here every morning hoping that one day the hard training would push the ghosts haunting my sleep away once and for all. " The boy says to the girl as he looks at her. Even now the boy could almost hear the last words of his father, distorted by the moaning voice of the undead, which his father had been among.

"You'll lose, Sis." John said teasingly, letting his sword fold out from his bracelet, and watching as the hilt wrapped around his wrist. Gods he loved this blade, with the way the hilt had been made so it wrapped around his wrist, it was impossible to remove the sword from John in a fight (provided that they didn't cut off his hand. That would work). Then the boy went about putting the small cushion around his blade. All the cushion did was stop the edges from being sharp while it was on. It was small and did not hinder the use of the sword. It was something John had come up with himself, then had his buddy in the forges make for him. Not that the forges were needed or that he couldn't have made it himself, John was just lazy and his buddy owed him money so that's how he paid it off. John gave his sister a second cushion thing. "So we don't run each other through. It'll hurt if we hit each other. But won't kill."