Team Jackson @ Camp Half-Blood; A PJATO F/C & RP | OPEN!

[Geronimo.]

Kat ran after her friends, laughing. It was her favorite weapon to use, and the Apollo campers were only the best at archery. She could have a fair fight here, before training began.

[Rayen]

Arya smiled, then followed after her half-sister. She sprinted off, easily gaining speed downhill. When she halted at the arena, she was panting and breathing hardly, but she didn't care. The recovery was fast, and as soon as her breathing rhythm returned to the normal rate Arya entered the arena. She took off her dagger, picking a random Hermes guy to duel with, and the blade glinted in the sun. The warm daylight increased her strength in tenfold, so she dodged her opponent's attacks easily, and soon the dagger's point was only one inch far from the boy's throath.

'You're dead' Arya giggled. She realized that, even if before she feared to be out of shape with a blade, there are some things you never really forget. She wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, stopping to catch her breath. When she saw Kat arriving, she grinned daringly. 'Whaddaya say we practice our sword fighting?'

It was probably something stupid to say. It was hard to beat anyone in Ares cabin in sword fighting. Arya knew that, and she didn't mind being crushed. She really needed to learn some techniques if she wanted to go on a quest someday.

[Geronimo.]

"OK. I was hoping to use my spear, but I can't be picky.. She drew her celestial bronze sword from it's red scabbard. 'Φιλοπόλεμος' was a weird name for a sword, but she was a daughter of Ares and 'Warlike' described her perfectly. "Ready, Archer?" She smiled with the grin of a preditor.

[Rayen]

Arya grabbed an abandoned sword that rested against a wall, feeling its weight and balance. Not too bad. 'I'm always ready' she muttered, which wasn't necessarily the truth, but seemed fitting. She prepared herself, looking directly at Kat, as to predict her fist move. Arya stood completely motionless, every singe muscle on her body tensed up, ready to release her energy on a sudden jolt. She waited for Kat; attacking first made her uneasy. Basic rule, even if that might get her sometimes the nickname of 'Saint Arya' or 'good girl'. Arya didn't care. It could save your life at some times, and besides that she showed the bullies who was the good girlie when it came to dagger fighting or archery. She lifted the tip of her sword slightly. She'd chosen to fight without a shield, for it gave her a lot more of agility.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Xaria grinned, attacking a dummy, hitting crucial pressure points with the hilt of her Sai. She was taught the positions by her grandfather. Used correctly, she could bring an enemy down quickly and efficiently, using the least amount of energy possible. She slashed a cross across the chest and watched as the dummy fell. She turned to see the other two sparring. She sat on the ground and watched them fight.

[Geronimo.]

Kat threw a faint, moving her shoulder forward towards Arya's head, but acctually cutting towards her legs. She, too, had no sheild, it didn't give her much freedom to move. That was the beauty of Kat's style. An ex-circus performer, she could do dangerous sword moves while cartwheeling and chatting, such was the freedom of having a gymnast and trapizist mother and a war-god for a father.

[Rayen]

Arya jumped backwards. Kat's blade slashed the air where her ankles had been a moment ago. The move confused her a little, so she forgot how to think straight and simply reacted, thrusting her sword up while balancing her body to the left. Hopefully, she'd hit Kat's arm with the flat of the blade and make her release the sword, but that was too much of an assumption when fighting a daughter of Ares. Arya prepared herself for Kat's response to that move, while trying to keep in the sunlit area.

[Geronimo.]

Kat dodged the attack, wincing as it bit slightly into her wrists. Payback time. She somersaulted, landing behing Arya, and swiping, not hard, but enough to just peirce the skin of Arya's neck.

[Rayen]

Arya's skin tingled with pain as a drop of warm blood emerged. The pain was minimal, but it was just enough to make her safety alarm go beeping, and her instincts took control a split second before she could restrain them. Her sword wheezed through the air, slashing at Kat's hand faster than what the eye could catch. A glimpse later, Arya found herself dropping her sword, which thudded in the arena's sandy ground, and placed her hand over Kat's, covering the injury. 'Sorrysorrysorry' she murmured quickly, feeling bad for it. With an inner prayer to her dad Apollo, god of medicine, she felt her fingers tingling with energy that flowed into Kat's skin before she could even move away. When the energy flow stopped, a moment later, Arya removed her hand to reveal a perfectly smooth patch of skin, still glowing faintly in an orange shade with the healing energy.
'Sorry' she repeated, getting up. Suddenly, she felt hollow and dizzy, and her vision came out of focus. Healing magic still tired her, especially after such intense fighting.

[Midnight Butterfly]

Xaria shivered as she saw a drop of blood appear at Arya's neck. Her eyes widened and she took in a gasp as a sword whistled through the air and sliced a large cut into Kat's wrist. She stood, praying to Apollo already to heal her quickly. Seemed as though he was listening to both her and Arya, as a healing glow sealed up the cut, leaving no trace. She let her breath go and rushed to steady Arya, who was looking drained. "Oh my gods... Are you alright, Kat?"