Private Practice [private]

I haven't practiced in days, and I felt like I needed to. I was pretty good with the sword now, but my defense skills needed to improve, sadly I didn't have a sparring-partner yet, I didn't talk to most kids at camp. Most of them had different interests than me, I was rather the quiet one anyway.

Well it looked like another training with the dummys, I thought as I put my armor on.

I stroll casually into the arena, my hand gripping my sword's leather handle. I notice a boy already in there- about two years younger than me- getting his armor on. I lean against the arena entrance, watching the kid. He looked like an Ares kid. They were pretty good.t my super strength might score some points.

My war-senses told me that somebody came in. I decided to take a quick look at him, but then I didn't recognize him.

After I put on my full armor and picked up a sword and a shield, I turned to him and watched him closely. He just was standing there and he looked tough. He was very muscular, and probably even stronger than me. Who was he? I asked myself. Definitely not a child of Ares, because I knew all of them.

I cleared my throat and gave him a serious look "So you are just standing there or what gives me the honor?" I asked him.