Apr 24, 2021 21:12:29 GMT -5
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Dark eyes were solely focused on the two demigods in front of her. The fight had already started and been going on for some time with no end in sight. She had thoroughly studied the participant's list earlier and was assigned a Roman son of Mars as well as a Greek son of Ares. This ought to be an interesting match, she thought. However, she did not expect it to go on forever. The sound of blades clashing against another was music in her ears but she would like that song to stop playing now.
Taking a deep breath, slender fingers held the golden whistle close to her lips, ready to interrupt if needed. So far the fights all seemed to be fair. There were two more going on on either side of her but the restriction borders kept them all separated. The son of Mars let out a yell, Iseult's eyes immediately snapping towards the boy when she watched him fall. The Greek demigod was preparing for the final blow but Iseult spotted someone nearby gesturing with their hands.
Her eyes narrowed at the stranger who was trying to hide as much of their hands as they could under the sleeves of a jacket but she saw it nevertheless - the sand around them was wet, and the one underneath the fallen demigod shimmered in the sunlight. It was frozen. He slipped. Cheating was bound to happen, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon.
Her whistle was ready, touching her lips to call for a timeout when someone slammed into her back hard, sending her flying to the floor herself and reluctantly joining the seeming loser of the battle. "Are you freaking kidding me?" she roared, scrambling back to her feet, brushing the sand off of her hands as she glared at whoever interrupted her work.
Dark eyes were solely focused on the two demigods in front of her. The fight had already started and been going on for some time with no end in sight. She had thoroughly studied the participant's list earlier and was assigned a Roman son of Mars as well as a Greek son of Ares. This ought to be an interesting match, she thought. However, she did not expect it to go on forever. The sound of blades clashing against another was music in her ears but she would like that song to stop playing now.
Taking a deep breath, slender fingers held the golden whistle close to her lips, ready to interrupt if needed. So far the fights all seemed to be fair. There were two more going on on either side of her but the restriction borders kept them all separated. The son of Mars let out a yell, Iseult's eyes immediately snapping towards the boy when she watched him fall. The Greek demigod was preparing for the final blow but Iseult spotted someone nearby gesturing with their hands.
Her eyes narrowed at the stranger who was trying to hide as much of their hands as they could under the sleeves of a jacket but she saw it nevertheless - the sand around them was wet, and the one underneath the fallen demigod shimmered in the sunlight. It was frozen. He slipped. Cheating was bound to happen, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon.
Her whistle was ready, touching her lips to call for a timeout when someone slammed into her back hard, sending her flying to the floor herself and reluctantly joining the seeming loser of the battle. "Are you freaking kidding me?" she roared, scrambling back to her feet, brushing the sand off of her hands as she glared at whoever interrupted her work.
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