Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
ANNOUNCEMENT
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So ensconced in her fury at translating Latin phrases that Rhi actually missed to hear someone walking behind her until they popped up over her shoulder and spoke. The daughter of Mars wanted to berate the legionnaire for scaring her, but that would mean actually admitting that she'd gotten the drop on her. She felt she could be excused; after all, she was in Camp Jupiter, no one would dare try to sneak attack her in her own home - her blessing would help defend her against a sneak attack anyway. Besides, the Mess Hall had been empty when she'd arrived, and had been for the last half hour, and lunch was still a while away. So Rhi had allowed her guard down, and of course that would just happen to be when someone spied on her wasting away on Latin homework.
A second later, and the familiarity of the voice caught up with her. Rhi glanced up as though to confirm what her brain was telling her: the voice belonged to Montague. Rhi's previous annoyance with the male demigod from their last interaction at the feast two days ago had simmered. She didn't like to think about Rhen very often, because it usually resulted in frustration at that sad puppy dog look he wore all the time. The whole situation at the feast was about on par with them; her foolishly trying to interact with him somehow, him being depressing, her patience sinking faster than a ship carrying concrete. The feast scenario had ended with her literally tearing his book to pieces, just like she'd promised him, and his wall-like expression had caused Rhi to walk away because she didn't want to be placed on dishes for throttling him right there in the middle of a crowded Mess Hall.
While she had stewed in her resentment towards him, the irritation flaring up again at the sound of his voice, Rhi decided everything was forgiven and forgotten, if -- "Montague!" she said out loud, slightly breathless in her desperation to get her thought out. "You like Latin. You like reading. Come do my homework for me." It was as though she had completely disregarded the last time they had sat next to each other. If Rhen was going to bring that up, well, Rhi had several other tactics she could employ to get the son of Venus to do her homework for her.
A piercing whistle from a different direction - but before Rhi could even turn to look, distracted once again (this really wasn't a good look for her, imagine her Centurions or Praetors catching her this absentminded), she felt a flash of something directly on her back. There was a clatter of something light and wooden behind her, and Rhi glanced around at what had made the sound, only to find a half-charred arrow on the ground. The mystery weapon had Rhi's golden eyebrows furrowing as she looked up and around, trying to find the perpetrator, not sure if she wanted to give them a piece of her mind or laugh at them for daring to try, when her eyes landed on a very familiar face and an even more familiar smirk. Of course. Kovachev.
Rhi's relationship with the son of Vulcan was complicated at best, but also very simple, as far as she was concerned. She flirted with him, but also wanted to slap the living lights out of him sometimes, while also constantly trying to one up him in every competition, and would also probably kill for him. They worked well together as a team, never letting anything get too serious but also getting down to business when required. They also fought well together, his immunity to fire working well with her own blessing of invincibility; sometimes their combined powers made for interesting effects. There was no one else Rhi would rather have at her back than Kovachev, but she would of course be there to try to kill more monsters than him. The fact that he was in first cohort while she was in second only helped to serve the sometimes-not-very-friendly rivalry between them, Rhi always trying to outpace, outfight, and in general just out-everything the son of Vulcan. The daughter of Mars had long lost count of the number of times she'd hurt herself, sometimes with quite serious injuries, because she'd been trying to beat Kovachev.
"You know it works even when I don't know it's coming, right?" she called out to him, an undercurrent of a challenge in her tone as her eyes sparkled with mirth. Her words weren't serious, of course; they'd both tested the limits of each other's defenses far too often in the very long time they've known each other. There was something to be said about trying to explode your best friend to see how long their fire immunity would last. It tended to bond people together. Rhi kicked the arrow out of the way, but didn't make a move in the male demigod's direction, instead crossing her arms over her chest as she gave him a come-hither look. "Come and face me like a real legionnaire, Kovachev. What are you even playing with these matchsticks for?"
Reading and Latin were not Rhi's strongest suits, and considering she could knock a demigod clear out of the Ludus, she felt she could be excused. What was she going to need Latin for, anyway? Everything around them was in English, for goodness' sake. Sure, she could swear in Latin like any good Roman, but why did she need to bust her brain over it when she didn't even need it? Sure, learning Latin was useful for things like history or whatever, but when was Rhi ever going to read, and when was she going to read about anything in Latin? She wasn't a history buff, she hardly cared about anything that had happened in the past several millennia ago, regardless of who in the massive pantheon it may have affected. It was always the same thing, different day: god or goddess gets offended, or gets lovesick, or whatever else, and mortals were affected. None of that made any difference to Rhi. The only thing she liked to read were action stories, and even then she preferred to just watch the movie. Everything was being turned into movies these days, after all.
As she suffered through another page of translations, this time for homework that she was this close to chucking clear across the empty Mess Hall, Rhi tapped the pencil against the page. Giving up after rereading the same sentence for the seventh time, the daughter of Mars let out a disgusted sigh as she leaned back and threw the pencil down in a fit of anger. It would probably be more satisfying to actually break the damm thing, but considering she would surely face some sort of embarrassing punishment for missing to submit homework for the fourth time in a row, Rhi controlled herself from going through with that. Running laps or whatever was fine, but her Latin teacher had long since realised that physical punishments meant very little to her. Rhi's punishments tended to be things like washing the dishes or - shudder - teaching the Greeks how to fight. No, thank you, she'd rather claw her own eyes out trying to learn a dying language.
With a hand through her hair and a string of mental curse words - in Latin, in such a vicious fashion that her Latin teacher would blush at hearing the words coming out of her mouth - Rhi resigned herself to continuing with her homework. Painstakingly, she forced her brain to study each word, trying to connect the dots and understand the grammar, picking up the pencil and writing down a hasty translation as her tongue peeked from the corner of her mouth.
Rhi's smirk only widened when it was Mason's name that was called to go up against her. The First Cohort were always demigods she wanted to fight against, and to win against, because those legionnaires were supposed to be the pinnacle of Camp Jupiter. By beating them, Rhi could say she was amongst the best, even if her cohort was only second. Fighting against Mason for this round would definitely be fun, as neither of them would be quite so willing to yield. It would take serious injury before either demigod would call it, and Rhi was looking forward to it. She hadn't yet fought against a Greek demigod, but she had no doubt they wouldn't be anywhere as good a warrior as a legionnaire - better get the fun out now.
The daughter of Mars flipped a strand of blonde hair out of her face as she pirouetted the pugio again, both blades swinging and flipping between her fingers. While she kept her gaze on the first cohort demigod walking into the arena, she couldn't help but notice the boy just over Mason's shoulder. He was watching her just as intently as before, and Rhi wanted to acknowledge him, but it was time to focus now. She'd need all her wits in this fight, all her senses aware of Mason and of how she moved, already calculating. The few precious seconds before a fight was just as important as the fight itself - Rhi could gain some small knowledge about her opponent in those few moments before the violence. Any knowledge was useful in a fight.
"Fancy seeing you here," Rhi joked, grinning even as she settled into a fight stance, limbs rigid and steady, ready to fly at the other girl or defend herself as soon as the match was set to begin. Her weight was low, resting primarily on her legs, in case Mason flew at her and she needed to backtrack. While Rhi was more a fan of charging than sabotaging, she wouldn't go into a fight blindly. She would need to have a quick look at Mason's fighting style before adjusting her own. As the signal sounded for the beginning of the fight, the smirk on her face narrowed, her eyes hardening as the daughter of Mars readied herself for a real battle.
As the Greek demigod reared back at the triple attack, Rhi took her opportunity to follow Scarlett's trajectory, the Roman demigod moving as quick as she could to get on top. She wasn't sure what caused Scarlett to pull back, if it was the knife or the punch or the spit or all three, but Rhi wasn't going to waste time. Within a second, she was on her knees, ready to fly at the other girl as she lay on the ground, a mix of Rhi's blood and her own on her face. Vindictively, Rhi saw her earlier promise to herself had been fulfilled: patches of red had marred Scarlett's bright hair.
To Rhi's surprise and disappointment, Scarlett yielded. Typical Greek. But Rhi supposed she was allowed - it was just not something the Romans did. The legionnaires fought until they could no longer continue, and so it was with barely concealed ill grace that Rhi threw down her remaining knife on the sand. It had felt as though she'd been handed the win, and she wasn't happy with that at all. More than anything, Rhi enjoyed actually fighting, not necessarily just winning, and if she did win, she wanted it with the knowledge that both parties had fought tooth and nail - sometimes literally - for it. Scarlett's yield did not satisfy her at all.
Wiping the back of her hand against her mouth, Rhi smirked at the Greek. "At least your face matches your name now," she told her, partly humourous and partly vindictively. Despite the blood and dirt and sand and bruises, it couldn't be denied that Scarlett looked like she belonged on the battlefield, like an avenging angel. Rhi would definitely love to meet her in a War Game - there would be no yielding then, and the daughter of Mars was keen to see how Scarlett would fight in a proper battle. "You fight well - for a Greek." And with that parting remark, Rhi began walking towards the exit of the arena, trying her best not to wince at the pain in her shoulder. She'd need the medic for this one, heck. Absentmindedly, Rhi daydreamed about fighting the blonde demigod again.
The current fighters in the arena finally completed their round, with one legionnaire not rising up and having to be carried out of the ring. Rhi eyed him as they passed - he definitely did not look good, but it was nothing a little ambrosia wouldn't fix. She had no doubt that he wouldn't be fit to continue in the afternoon, though, and Rhi internally shrugged: it was the nature of the competition to weed out the weak, after all. She personally was not going to be dragged out in a similar fashion. It didn't matter how long it took, but Rhi was going to remain standing at the end of the day.
As her name was called, Rhi grinned at Estelle before reaching for a pair of pugio. The weapons were probably not intended to be dual-wielded, but Rhi could make it work. Besides, she wasn't stupid enough to walk into an armed combat arena with legionnaires armed with only one dagger. It was two weapons or nothing; her blessing was only supposed to be a last-minute defense, after all. If it triggered, it would mean she had let something slip through her defenses, and she wasn't going to be happy about that. Rhi would always try her best to defeat her opponents with her own skills, as much as possible not relying on her powers unless she absolutely had to.
"See you in the ring?" she asked, before making her way into the arena. She sent a flirty smirk at one of the first cohort boys she spotted in the crowd, flipping the pugio in her left hand in a little showy gesture, and he smirked back. Rhi could afford a little eye-candy and distraction for these precious few seconds before her opponent was announced. Her other hand flipped the other dagger, and Rhi looked for all the world as though she was just juggling pugio, fingers deftly passing blade and leather as she kept her eye on the other side of the ring where her opponent would enter.
It was with a savage grin that Rhi landed her hits on Scarlett, a vindictive pleasure in hitting her mark over and over again. She hadn't expected the Greek girl to come at her like a bull, though, expecting a bit more finesse from a knife-thrower, and Rhi let out a muttered curse as she underestimated the other girl's desperation to win. The daughter of Mars landed on her back with a thump, the air pushed out of her lungs as the other girl threw her weight downwards. Scarlett's head had come in contact with Rhi's face, and the Roman demigod tasted blood from a now split lip join the sand that had made its way into her mouth. Her shoulder screamed in protest, the knife still lodged in it, and Rhi snarled like a trapped animal as her legs kicked, trying to get Scarlett off her midriff.
As a form of distraction - and also a bit of disrespect, let's be real - Rhiannon spat blood at the other demigod's face, aiming for her eyes. Rhiannon's good arm scrabbled at the ground, reaching for the knife she had dropped at the force of her fall, raising her right arm against any attack from the other girl. If she could just get Scarlett off her front, Rhi was going to pay back the favour and trap the other demigod on the ground herself until she called uncle. Rhi's cornflower blue eyes flashed fiercely as her fingers finally wrapped around the hilt of the knife, torso moving upwards with the force of her right elbow aiming for Scarlett's face, her left hand with its knife flying forwards as a follow up. Her blonde hair, already somewhat dirty, had become even dirtier after this latest tumble in the ground, but Rhi was past caring. All she wanted to see now was Scarlett's too-pretty white-blonde hair streaked with the Greek demigod's own blood.
Even with the book gone from his lap and inked words gone from his gaze, Rhen still refused to look at her, and by the gods if that didn't irritate Rhiannon. She knew one hundred percent that this whole 'I'm sad and grey' thing was because of that quest from years ago. They had shared a common friend, did he not think Rhiannon also lost someone back then? Granted, he had been closer to Rose than she had been, but Rhiannon felt he didn't have a leg to stand on about how miserable he was making himself. No one should be wallowing in their own pity party, and Rhiannon was sorely tempted to smack the book across his face just to get some kind of reaction. Anything would be better than this nothingness that seeped from his pores and infected the air around him.
Her eyes only narrowed further as he told her to go ahead and rip the book. Rhiannon set her jaw, leaning an elbow against the table top beside her and opening the book as though about to take his words literally. She might have laid down the threat, but he had told her to go ahead, and Rhiannon always tried not to say things she didn't mean, so of course she meant it when she said she'd rip the book into pieces if she had to. That Rhen hadn't even cared enough to defend his literature made her want to do it just for the heck of it.
And then Rhen decided to continue his train of thought out loud, and Rhiannon's fingers actually twitched. The book was slammed on the table - much to the displeasure of the few campers they shared it with, who gave her disgruntled looks and moved even further away from them. The blonde demigod's hands actually moved closer to Rhen's throat as though she could throttle him, even though she made sure her fingers only tightened into fists in thin air. The feast was supposed to be a celebration and a bit of a truce - she didn't want to have to do chores just because she couldn't help herself from choking the stupid out of the son of Venus.
Taking a deep breath, something her combat instructors told her to do to rein in her rage, Rhiannon pulled back slightly away from the male demigod, although she kept her elbow on the book to ensure Rhen wouldn't take it. A fine golden eyebrow rose sardonically as she replied, "And what, fulfill your life goal for you? Shut the f*ck up and eat, Montague. At least someone should look after you, even if you refuse to do it yourself." And then, as though he needed an example of what 'eating' meant, Rhi grabbed another piece of bread from the camper adjacent to them, bared her teeth at them when they tried to complain, and made a show of taking a bite out of it.
As Rhiannon reset her stance, pulling her arm back to her body and readying them for the other demigod's defense, the daughter of Mars felt a flash of glee at getting the girl in the face. It wasn't vindictive, of course, because this was just a competition and Rhiannon didn't actually have anything against this girl other than that she was her current opponent. But it couldn't be denied that Rhi was glad to land something, even if it was just against a Greek. Scarlett was undoubtedly a fighter amongst the Greeks, but that Rhi could still get her in the face - point to Rhi, as far as she was concerned.
As she watched the blood drip down Scarlett's cheekbones, she smirked at her opponent. To be perfectly honest, the whole murderous blonde warrior thing was pretty hot, and Rhi took the pause as an opportunity to appreciate Scarlett's fiery eyes and the way her lips turned down as she snarled at Rhi. Even the metallic edge in Scarlett's voice sounded like music to Rhiannon. What a pity the girl clearly didn't feel the same way - Rhi would probably have asked her out on a date after their fight.
Her lapse in concentration was broken as the other girl shot the second knife at her. Because Rhi had been watching, she'd noticed the start of the movement, but she misjudged what Scarlett had been aiming for. Instead of moving away from the path of the knife, Rhi inadvertently adjusted her upper body even further into its trajectory, resulting in the blade aiming for just bellow her collarbone. The blessing of invincibility - frayed after her previous fights earlier that morning - shattered at the force of the knife, and the blade sank into her body.
There was no pain yet, an after-effect of her powers, but Rhi wasn't stupid enough to pull the blade out even though it didn't hurt yet. She'd sooner bleed out, and she wasn't quite ready to call this fight yet. Smirk now gone from her face, Rhi switched the knife to her other hand and retaliated with a flurry of jabs, sharp end of the weapon now pointed forward as she fought to repay the favour. "Guess not," she groused as she stepped forward, pressing the force of her knife-work against the Greek and trying to get her backed up against the edge of the arena.
The daughter of Mars laughed lightly at the standard answer and question. Of course Estelle was ready - she was in first cohort, there was a certain reputation that clung to those demigods when it came to combat. It had been a reputation Rhiannon had wanted for herself, sticking to her skin and permeating her aura like the legacy Vulcan power she had running through her blood. And then she had made a name for herself in her own cohort, and being it first didn't matter any more. Or at least, that was what she tried to tell herself. She'd gotten over most of her bitterness over it, but it couldn't be helped sometimes.
Shaking her head once as she saw one of the legionnaires in the arena take a hit, Rhiannon answered Estelle, "As ready as I'll ever be." And Rhi was. She trained every day, harder and faster than anyone else in her cohort just so that when any sort of opportunity arose, Rhi could always say she was at the best she could be. There was no excuse for slacking when it came to being a Roman demigod. Rhi was sure she'd keep up her training regimen even when she had graduated into New Rome. Being a warrior didn't stop at camp - it was a lifelong commitment, and Rhi would be danged if she ever stopped being one.
Grabbing one of the standard-issue knives on offer for the demigods to pick before entering the arena, Rhiannon practiced her grip, getting used to the thin layer of leather in between her palm and the hilt of the weapon. It felt a little different than usual - not uncomfortable, just other - and Rhi fiddled with spinning the knife in her palm a couple of times more before moving on to the next weapon. She might as well use these few minutes to get used to the leather wrappings. As the daughter of Mars stepped towards the row of spatha, she glanced around and noticed most of the others waiting their turn were Romans - people they knew. She turned to Estelle after selecting a blade, and asked, "Who do you think you'll get picked to fight with?"
Now that she was closer, she could see the danged son of Venus had a book and was openly reading while eating, as though that was the logical thing to be doing during a celebration. Rhi wanted to roll her eyes so hard, she was afraid they would pop straight out of their sockets. Because of course that was what Montague would be doing. She was only surprised he hadn't managed to impale his own face with a wayward fork, or had crumbs of food all over the pages. Actually, he probably did have bits of chicken and sauce down those pages, maybe he just didn't care enough to stop reading. Rhi was half tempted to get him checked out, see if it was some sort of Trivia magic that had him so focused on his book and completely ignoring everything around him.
Well, apparently not everything. He replied to her with a blank tone and a blank expression and empty words, and Rhi resisted the urge to slam a palm across his cheek. Again, for about the millionth time in the last two years. This was the reason she avoided him; he was just so damm depressing, so ensconced in his own self-pity, that Rhi hated hearing him and seeing him like this. He'd always been a bit withdrawn, always choosing his own company over others, until that one year he and Rose had been together. That had been sickening and vom-worthy, but at least he'd been alive. Rhi wasn't sure exactly what happened on that quest they both went on, but it was as though his soul had died the same night her good friend did.
She had mourned, of course, taking her frustration out on any target dummy and probatio and legionnaire who dared to stand in her way. But the anger had worked its way out of her system a long time ago - Rhi had never been one to dwell on the negatives, and Rose's death had been a potential blackhole that she had crawled out of. Montague apparently hadn't, and while Rhi had been understanding the first few months, as time wore on she'd lost all patience with him.
"Don't talk book at me, Rhen," she snapped, eyes flashing as she prodded the demigod sat beside Montague to push him further down the bench. Swinging one leg aggressively and plopping herself down beside Montague so that she was facing him, Rhi pulled the book out of his arms, all grace and kindness lacking from her harsh movement. "Or I swear to the gods I'll rip this all to pieces. Don't even doubt me." She stared him down as she held the book up between them, her grip on the literature unforgiving. If he tried making a grab for it, she would deck him for sure, aching body be danged. She could still do it despite the groan of her muscles.
Even though it shouldn't have been anything special, Rhi still watched the current fighters in the arena. They were Romans - not in the least bit surprising to the daughter of Mars that most of the participants in this Game were legionnaires - and Rhi had of course seen both of them fight before, just maybe not with each other. It would have been far more entertaining watching the Greeks fighting each other or a member of the legion, but any kind of violence attracted Rhi, even if it was between two well-matched and clearly very skilled opponents like these Roman kids. An errant thought passed about making a bet like a few other demigods had been doing, before deciding that she didn't really care enough about making bets on herself. There was proud and confident, and then there was being a douche, and Rhiannon was not about to cross that line.
As Rhi watched the fight in the arena, absentmindedly adjusting the thin leather stretched across her hands - a new thing she was trying out considering the number of weapons she would surely need to handle in the numerous fights for today - a member of the first cohort came over and stood beside her. Rhi unashamedly knew most if not all of the members of that cohort, not only because her best friend / biggest rival was in that cohort, but also because she made a point of remembering who she had to beat. It had always been a sore spot for the daughter of Mars that she hadn't made that cohort in the first place, so she usually set the bar for herself as 'being able to beat anyone from first cohort'. Granted, that person was usually Kovachev, but Rhi also counted this girl as a standard to beat.
Of course, that didn't necessarily mean Rhi was antagonistic to those demigods outside of the arena. With an easy smirk and a glance at the other girl's chosen weapon, Rhi returned her attention back to the fight, just in time to see one of the Romans dodge the other's slash to the gut just in time. "Phew, no wonder we haven't had any Greeks come in to the arena yet," Rhi said conversationally to the girl, who she was pretty sure was named Estelle. Blonde hair flew over her shoulder as she turned to look at Estelle again, companionable grin on her face. "Ready for your turn, Mason?"
Despite Rhi's careful calculation of her opponent, the other girl still moved faster than Rhi had expected. The daughter of Mars had seen the twitch that told her that Scarlett had chosen her next move, but she hadn't expected the knife to come flying towards her. By the time the dangerous slice of metal was whirling towards her, it was too late for her to block it with one of her own, and she didn't have a shield to cover - the knife came at her, and just before it could sink into her thigh, her father's blessing activated. The knife bounced harmlessly off her leather pants, and Rhi felt the drop in energy that confirmed the magic had worked. Her power had been pretty drained, having already been fighting for a while that day, and the constant barrage of attacks had caused it to drop faster, taking hits easier, even after she'd taken a trip to the infirmary for ambrosia. The stamina required for the power just seemed different, and nothing but a good rest could really get it back to top notch quality.
But that hardly mattered right now. In Rhi's opinion, the knife throw had been a risky move, because now Scarlett had only one knife until she could grab herself another. Would Rhi let her? The daughter of Mars ignored the knife as it lay on the ground, instead taking the opportunity to pause a beat, allow Scarlett to realise just who she was up against, before smirking at her and saying sardonically, "Not sure that was your best move." Always a fan of a fair fight, a hard downwards flick of her wrist had the knife in her left hand sticking out of the ground a foot away from her. Let Scarlett think Rhi's invincibility did not just take that hit as well as it could have had she been in peak form. Half the battle was won just by showing just how little she was affected by anything, of course.
Before the other girl could react, Rhi charged forward, right hand deftly pirouetting her remaining knife so the blade was pointing towards her elbow rather than towards her opponent. With this alignment, Rhi reached her right arm forward in an arc, a combination of a heavy hook aimed at Scarlett's face with her closed fist, while also potentially inflicting a swipe of steel from the blade that trailed right after her knuckles. Rhi's torso twisted as she lunged, blonde hair swinging wildly forwards at the force of her movement.
Rhi ached. Many parts of her body were unhelpfully numb, but despite this, she still walked into the feast with a bit of a swagger in her step. Not even a whole day of being pitted against other demigods would be reason enough to bring Rhiannon's mood down. Even if her whole body hurt, her spirits were just as high as ever - if anything, she felt a bit sated now, comfortable and snug like a cat on a rug after using so much of her powers and energy in healthy violence. Besides, it wasn't as though she was still bleeding or bruised anyway - the ambrosia had healed all the physical injuries. After the fifth or sixth trip to the infirmary, the healers had stopped giving her the divine food until after all the Games were over, so the ambrosia had only healed most of the outside. The pain was more of an echo, as though her body was telling her how much she should be hurting.
Despite it all, though, Rhi chatted easily with her cohort, rough-housing with her barrack-mates and in general just being loud and enjoying the festivities. There was a boy from the first cohort who'd smirked at her in the infirmary after she'd landed him in a bed with all his injuries, and Rhi was looking forward to finding out what that smirk had meant. Even now, she could see the back of his head in between a few other demigods, and she admired his shoulders under the sling that propped one arm up. To be fair to her, his broken arm wasn't her fault, so the smirk still counted, right? She would find out soon enough.
She was mid-laugh as she glanced around, noticing one familiar looking face in complete contrast to the rest of the campers around them. She hadn't talked to Rhen in a few weeks; her patience with his depressing expression was very limited, and more often than not she avoided him like the plague. It wasn't her responsibility to look after him now that Rosie was... gone, was it? No. It wasn't. And yet, Rhi still sighed and stood, leaving her plate where it was and instead snagging a piece of bread on her way over to him. "Gods, Montague, can't you control your sad for one night?"
It had been a very eventful morning for the son of Mars, and by the gods she was living for it. Her blood sang with all the violence and competitiveness in the air, as though it was sang with the clanging of steel against steel and the thundering of hoofbeats and the yelling of the campers as they watched the Games. It energized her and fuelled her, realising this could be another opportunity for her to gain glory. Rhi was ambitious through and through, and she would take anything to prove she had what it took to be the best legionnaire. Suck on that, first cohort.
Even better, Rhi now also had the opportunity to go up against Greeks in a completely legal way that wouldn't find her dumped with dish duty for the week. She'd already gone up against a legionnaire from first and a Greek Mars - Ares, right? - boy, and her body showed her flagging defenses. There was an open wound across one cheek from a particularly nasty cut; she'd barely avoided getting her whole head lopped off by that annoying first cohort girl. Her combat leathers were scuffed, particularly around her knees and shins, and her hair was dirty from having been rolled on the ground a couple of times.
But this new girl that stepped up to the ring - Scarlett, Greek, Pluto kid - heck, she was far too pretty to be a kid of the undead. And she had a bite, too, the smirk metallic on her face as she laid down her challenge. Rhi savagely grinned right back, picking up a pair of hunting knives to match her opponent before muttering, "You asked for it - bring it on." In a whirl of bright blonde hair, Scarlett moved towards her, blades flying, and Rhi neatly dodged under the other girl's reach. Sloppy fighter, this one, but then again, she was Greek. Rhi wasn't in a rush to attack, though, and she definitely wouldn't hit from behind like a coward, so she waited for the Underworld daughter to make her next move, electric blue eyes sharp as she calculated how Scarlett would react next.
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