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.
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As Noah made fun of him, Jax wondered if maybe his half-sister had actually killed him and he was now serving time in some sort of purgatory Hades. He had done his best to be on his mostly-best behavior. He had prayed to his father…occasionally. He had followed almost every order his Praetors had thrown his way. On the whole, he was the picture of shining legionnaire behavior. Why he was being subjected to these two was beyond his understanding.
Perhaps it was the pain in his nose that seemed to pulse and radiate like it was cursed that was causing his bad mood. Or maybe it was simply the fact that neither of them showed any remorse or sympathy for his current situation. Either way, both of those things all wrapped up to equal one very unhappy son of Mars. Jax could only give a soured frown in response to the joke that Noah had spoken. Noah with his perfectly un-broken nose who sat there pleasantly quipping with his half-sister.
"I don't have to aspire to be a god. It comes naturally." The comment warranting a cocky grin from his lips which of course made his nose hurt more. A fact that brought him right back into the land of irritation. Noah asked him politely not to throw himself under a chariot and before he could offer up another sarcastic comment, Claire spoke up again about it being an accident. "Actually that's where we slightly disagree. I think it's pretty clear that you weren't going to win." He turned his attention back to Noah, "I had the upper hand. Literally, she had nowhere to go. No moves to make." His looked back at Claire. "Unless you maim, which had it not been done to me personally I might approve of." Truthfully, he didn't care anymore about whether it was intended or not, he just wanted this whole ordeal over with so they all could move on.
Claire then called him a child and Jax launched towards her. He had never been the most patience nor cool-tempered demigod out there. That and the pain was truly not working in his half-sister's favor. He intended to tackle her, wrestling her to the ground until she gave up and cried for mercy, broken nose be danged. Unfortunately for him, Noah had appeared in front of his vision, hands bracing against him. Jax was certain that he could take the other boy, but tossing your healer around wasn't exactly a smart move. So he forced a breath in and out as he pursed his lips, his eyes promising retaliation to his sister as he stayed planted where he stood.
Noah's hands were then on either side of his face and he forced himself to drop the fighting with his sister and focus on the other boy. The other boy was indeed right. He decidedly did not want to end up with a witch's nose.
The other boy winked at him and Jax could only note it one second before a shot of pain came over his face. One muffled grunt left the boy's lips as the pain crested then quickly subsided to a dull ache. Jax resisted the urge to touch it as Noah moved away. He felt a trickle of blood begin to run down and he grabbed his shirt and again pressed it to the wound like an old friend. He dabbed it carefully before pulling it away. "Does it look normal?"
Jax finished his slice of pizza much too early. He knew in the back of his mind that he should have savored it. That he should have taken his time eating it because while he did, he was distracted. While he was eating, he didn't have to think about nor make conversation with the boy who stood opposite him.
Alas, he finished the last bite, wiping his now greasy hands absentmindedly on his jeans. He sighed in irritation. The happiness of that last bite now gone and replaced with the annoyance that was Tanwynn. The only thing causing a smirk to come to the blonde boy's lips being the fact that he had managed to gross out the other. "If blood bothers you, you're in the wrong camp." He chuckled to himself before continuing, "Maybe you should ask the Greeks if they'll take you in. They seem a desperate enough lot."
Tann brought up the pizza and Jax gave a sarcastic short laugh. Number one, he would never thank the boy for doing something that was expressly forbidden, especially in the position that their camp currently found themselves in. Second, he considered it payment enough for keeping his mouth shut about the first infraction. Two wrongs may not make a right, but it did sometimes provide pizza. As Tann brought up his first cohort brothers and sisters being violence-prone he smirked. "We didn't get to the top by being nice. It really does sound like you'd be more happier with the Greeks. I'm sure there's some sort of application you can fill out."
Jax still had the grin on his face at the idea of filling out forms and shipping Tan away. Although the Greeks probably would want to return him immediately. On one hand, Tanwynn was extremely annoying, but on another, it did seem like they were more of a tolerant group. Perhaps they would allow him to stay. It was worth a shot. He wondered if he could petition the Praetors. The other boy rolled his eyes at the insinuation of Dareios and his responsibility and Jax took a nice, deep, calming breath. Just a few more hours. He could do it.
He moved his attention back to the road near them. He firmly decided, as Tan prattled on about fairy tales, that he couldn't be a car guy, there just wasn't anything interesting about them. Maybe a monster truck guy. That seemed a little more fun. Who cared about how fast something could go? Not him. Now, how much something could destroy? That seemed like a whole lot more fun. Jax had been thankful for the momentary distraction. At least until he had glanced back over at the other boy to see his da*mnd hand in the air.
All at once, Jax felt a chill run down his spine. His body tensed as he watched the brunette's hand point at him then back at himself. An involuntary twitch of his lips pulled as the air seemed to shimmer and move around the other boy. Jax let his hand move to his spatha, hovering above the hilt.
All at once, he was staring at himself. It wasn't a mirror image though, nothing settling that he could rationalize. Instead it was as if he was looking at a twin. The urge to run the image through with a blade until it went away purring like a cat inside his head. "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I'm honored." He kept his voice as neutral and level as he could manage.
The now, much better looking, Tanwynn commented about getting his haircut and Jax had to force his hand not to involuntarily move through his own hair. It very much did not need cutting. Though the other could use a trim. Just not with a pair of scissors. Jax pulled the spatha out slowly from its holder at his hip. "I think you might be right. I've always wanted to see how good I'd look with shorter hair. Think you can hold still?" He flipped the blade in his hands, his body settling into a fighting stance as his feet took one careful step. Like falling in rhythm to a song he could never forget, his feet moving instinctively as he slowly prowled towards the other.
Arlo made a comment and although it hadn't been a question, he nodded. "Yep. I've known since day one. How about you?" He glanced over, slightly curious. He had never been able to comprehend not knowing who you were. Surely they had to know that something wasn't right. Surely they had to see that they weren't like other kids. He hadn’t been around many mortals, but what few he had been around were all so slow and boring. They couldn't do anything interesting. He had never felt the desire to leave New Rome's borders to spend more time with them. He was much happier on this side of the fence.
He found himself grinning as she commented about him having a leg up. "Does that make you nervous?" He found the comment odd. Almost as if she were weighing the odds against him and her camp. If she were sizing him up for some sort of battle and not the friendly competition that they had going for them. He didn't care either way. She was Greek, she should be scared of him, of all Romans. They were born to be better than their Greek counterparts, that was just the way life was.
Jax knew he should be irritated that she had gotten to him so easily, but for the life of him he couldn't help but find it amusing. He was used to seeing every side of a battle and predicting where and how his enemies would strike. He could see formations and scenarios play out on the field miles away. He lived and breathed strategy. And yet she had wiped all of his strategies clear off the board without him knowing that she was even playing. Ares. He knew she had to be Ares. As close to an equal as the Greeks got. He was leaning forward, clearly waiting for her signal to announce his win. Instead though she announced strike two and he frowned.
She got up and began walking towards the Mess Hall doors and he followed her out like a puppy. He didn't like being on uneven terms with a Greek. She teased him about shirts and he laughed, "I don't know. I've seen the guys from your camp. I don't think your shirts are made for Romans. Not enough room for muscle." He was grinning as he looked over, giving her a wink before walking on. She asked about his favorite place and he began walking forward. Instinct told him to go to the Ludus. His head, however, let him know that he had already given her enough hints and the Ludas practically screamed son of Mars.
Jax instead began walking to the garden of Bacchus, hands down his least favorite spot in camp. "No competition there. The garden of Bacchus. Lots of flowers. Lots of peace and quiet. Good place to think." He tossed out, hoping she'd take the bait. Though this spot did remind him of his mother, he could visit her anytime he wanted. There was nothing that pulled him to the place as it was. He looked over at her, an amused grin on his lips. "Your turn. What's your next guess Graecus?"
As if Jax needed to be reminded who the other demigod's parent was. He was well aware of his fellow legionnaire's lineage. That wouldn't matter though, not today. Without godly parent gifted abilities they were on equal footing. "Are you trying to reassure yourself or something? Need a few minutes to summon your courage?" He hadn't given the other anything but a predatory grin as he had lunged. Certainly no more time to collect his thoughts.
Metal met metal, reverberating through his arm. It was a good feeling, a reassuring sound. The alternative of course would be metal through skin which was much less appealing. Jax deflected the swipe. The sword coming within millimeters of nicking skin. Jax kept his footing balanced and light as the other demigod met him head on. Strength versus strength as the two clashed weapons, Jax spinning to get Sam's side. The other boy was fast and Jax found himself grinning again as his attack was out-maneuvered.
The attempt had made his own side exposed and the son of Mars reacted just in time to block the attempted strike from Sam's shorter blade. The longer one moved to hook one of his axes and Jax found himself grinning again, "One more time maybe, I guess I wasn't paying attention."
The brunette was blocking his blows too well. He realized quickly that he'd need a new plan. Sam lunged for Jax, aiming a blow to the face and Jax moved in closer to meet the blow full force. He angled one of his axe blades to catch the blow, right where it would indeed hook and pull the axe out of his hand. With the left still firmly blocking any attack from the shorter sword, Jax let the axe get pulled from his hand. The same hand making a fist and moving to strike the son of Jupiter in the face. He would be one weapon down, but if the attempt landed it might be enough to give him an edge.
Jax laughed as she countered his comment with a joke. Because it clearly was a joke. No one looked better in orange, and certainly not a born in purple, son of Rome like he was. "I look good in everything I wear. Sadly for you though, you're never going to see it." She continued on, clearly confident that she was going to win their little bet and he rolled his eyes. From what he had gathered, the Greeks were a timid bunch. She was proving that little theory wrong though. Perhaps she was a daughter of Ares, cut from the same proverbial cloth.
She asked about him actually growing up here and he nodded. "Yeah, well technically not here. Camp Jupiter is for Legionnaires only. Past the camp though is New Rome. It's a city of veteran demigods and their families. I was born there." He jogged up the steps to walk inside the mess hall, holding the door open for her. "I did sneak in a few times though." He gave her a grin before walking to the table. He had been allowed to help after a few of the war games, that had been permitted. Two other occasions certainly had not though, but his mother had only laughed when she found out. Strict rules weren't a thing in his household.
He had thrown a guess her way. It had been a calculated one of course. He assumed that if she protested loudly and quickly about the assumption, she was probably from a god or goddess who didn’t think much of Aphrodite, which would have helped narrow it down quickly. Unfortunately for him, she seemed to see right through his strategy, making a small joke of the matter. He frowned, clearly disheartened that his little ruse hadn't worked. "Hmm. Alright. One down then."
Jax turned and grabbed a water off of a floating tray, taking a sip of the liquid. Thankfully, he had swallowed the beverage completely before she proposed her guess. A genuine laugh escaped the boy's lips. "No. My dad is most definitely not a virgin goddess." He shook his head before realizing the slip up. The grin fell from his face as his brain caught up with the error. A mischievous smirk lit up his face, his head nodding in approval, "Alright. That was a good one." His strategy hadn't played out the way he had hoped, but Arlo's certainly had. His eyes moved over. She was quick on her feet, easy with the rapport back and forth, and had annihilated him thus far in their little battle. "You're a kid of Ares aren't you?"
Jax had let his head fall back, a groan of irritation leaving his lips. He had never been blessed with patience to begin with. Now that he was in pain, the boy was a sheer nightmare to deal with and he was well aware of that. A voice called out and warned him not to bleed on the floor and Jax frowned, "Oh yeah, my bad. I thought we were in the infirmary, didn't realize this was the Mess Hall." Was it smart to retort sarcastically back to the person who was about to mess with the bones in your face? No. Was that going to stop him? Also, no. He mused that if he couldn't bleed in here then there was no proper place to bleed at and that was a shame.
Noah walked into the room, commenting on his lack of clothing and Jax found himself grinning. "I think you should thank me actually. I'm clearly boosting the morale in this place." The other boy tossed him a bed sheet and Jax opened it up, giving a very unsure look before speaking. "What do you want me to do with this?" He tried putting it around himself but it looked too much like how a girl would wear. Then he attempted a toga which also didn't work. He wasn't cold and felt absolutely ridiculous putting it around himself like a blanket. Instead, he laid it on the empty bed that he refused to sit on.
Noah made fun of him and Jax caught Claire's smile at the comment. "Oh I'm sorry, is this funny to you guys?" The indignation clear in his voice. "Maybe I can throw myself under a chariot and you two can have a big laugh together." He rolled his eyes, clearly ready to have this all over and done with. Noah then asked him if he wanted a new nose and Jax tried to reel in his irritation. The boy was about to reconstruct his face, he supposed he should be a little nicer. "Just back the way it was if you don't mind. Before misses I can't win so let me break your face did her thing." He was positively sulking at this point. He leaned against the bed, letting the other demigod get a clear view of the wound.
Jax couldn't have wiped the smile off of his face if he had wanted to. Not only was he itching it fight someone, it had been entirely too long since he had fought his first cohort brother-in-arms. Sam was a son of Jupiter and had they been allowed to use their godly-gifted advantages properly, he would have wiped the floor with the blonde. Jax knew that.
He could scrap and fight along with the best of them, but he couldn't fight against hurricane winds or an accidental electrocution. That didn’t mean he never tried of course. He was gifted in his very own and unique ways. Unfortunately none those he could use to his advantage today. Today was all about him and Sam, demigod V demigod. No powers nor gifts. At least none that gave them a large leg up on one another.
Sam looked bored which ate at the blonde. He found himself wondering if the other had simply been walking by and had been tossed in the ring on a whim. Jax on the other hand was forcing himself not to bounce on his toes as his blood cried out for to jump into action. "It's always about me Darnay." The axes danced in his hands as he watched every step the other made. Jax had taunted him and Sam, in his damming calm manner replied ladies first, causing the blonde to reply shortly, "Nah. Never have been one for chivalry." Nor patience.
Jax lunged at Sam, his left arm raising the axe's blade to parry against the blow that Sam had raised towards him. The swords gave him a clear advantage, Jax knew that. He wouldn't have to get in as close as Jax would, but he also knew those swords were heavier. They would begin to weigh his arm down much more quicker than the short balanced double-blades he himself was wielding. Jax was light on his feet, moving back and to his right as he spun quickly, arcing the blade in his right hand towards Sam's side.
Jax had woken up early, a habit that he wasn't exactly known for. It was a wonder that he had gotten any sleep at all. He had never been more excited to get up and start his day. First stop being the Mess Hall. Today wasn't just a day to flex his skills against other demigods. Today was a day that allowed him to test his skills against an entire other camp. War games were fun. He never got to pummel Greeks in the war games though. He had eaten a breakfast solid in protein to keep him full. No sugar so he wouldn't have to worry about a crash, nor fuel the jittery excitement that he already had. The boy had been filled with antsy energy all morning.
In true Mars form, he had signed up for every combat event that they would allow. The blonde nodding his head in impatient irritation as he had listened to the opening speech and rules. He had no patience for any of that. He was ready to play. He watched the first two matches. One Greek win. One Roman win. He hadn't seen the Greek one coming. He wasn't sure who the kid belonged to, but he had a suspicion it was one of the big three.
One of the refs signaled Jax that he was next and he moved to the approved weapons area, arming himself with the teeth. He was a son of Mars, a pencil wouldn't be safe in his hands and neither would his opponent. Jax heard his name and he took a pair of roman battle axes off the wall on a whim, turning and crossing the length of the space to the arena. As his eyes fell upon a very familiar dark-haired boy across from him, he grinned widely. "Were the Greeks too scared to fight me themselves? Is this battle by proxy?" He twirled the blades in his hand, wide grin on his face as he watched his cohort mate carefully.
Arlo quickly matched his pace, walking side by side with him. He tried keeping his pace in check, not wanting to drag her through the camp. He never was very good at slowing down though. He knew why he was asked to do this and, at least in this moment, he had no issues with it but he couldn't help but feel like the only one who was being punished was her.
Jax had expected a short reply from the girl, stating her godly parentage without further comment but instead she had laughed lightly. Jax cocked his head to the side curiously as she teased him with the idea of asking him to guess. Instantly a grin was on his lips. As she set the gauntlet down he was grinning from ear to ear, "Oh is that so? Alright Graeci, let’s see what you've got."
The plan of attack was already forming in his mind as he looked over at her, a mischievous smirk on his lips. "Let's make this interesting though. If you guess correctly first then I will wear one of your hideous orange camp shirts. But when I win, you have to wear ours. 24 hours. No hiding in barracks." He was positively smirking at the idea, having full confidence that he would come out on top. He moved his attention back to their path, shrugging, "This really is a win for you. You're going to lose but at least you'll be much more fashionable." He gave her a sideways glance, the mischievous grin never leaving his face.
She commented on the lounging vibe in the Mess Hall and he shrugged, "I guess. I grew up here so I don't really understand the whole sitting rigid in a chair thing. Sounds terrible." She said she was hungry and he nodded, a little pleased with himself that he had remembered to ask. Jax walked into the Mess Hall, heading straight for the first co-hort area. There was only one other legionnaire there and he gave a short wave with two fingers before motioning to one of the loungers. His legion-mate didn't say a word about her sitting at their area, not that Jax expected him to.
He sat down opposite of her, leaning back against the side of the small couch. "If you want something in particular you can say it out loud, but it's usually pretty good at guessing what you'd like." Jax crossed his arms as he tried sizing her up. She wasn't exactly a simpering flower, but he wasn't getting half-sibling vibes either. Jax leaned forward, fingers crossed together as he watched her, making his first guess. "Aphrodite?"
Jax had accepted Claire's outstretched hand, helping him to his feet. She had then suggested that he might swoon had she not graciously walked with him to the infirmary and he had laughed. He was certain that the real reason had more to do with her wanting to gloat that she had bested him over concerns of him fainting. Jax had only fainted twice in his life and they had both been due to fighting his dammdest. Once while during a war game when he hadn't listened to his body that had screamed for him to stop using his powers. Knock out. Then again when he was fighting a daughter of Bellona who had shattered three ribs. That time he had passed out from the pain. He could still remember the agonizing breaths he had taken before he had been KO'd.
The walk to the infirmary wasn't a long one but the longer he went without the bone being healed, the worst the pain got. By the time they reached the Infirmary itself, Jax was in an especially irritable mood. Not only had his own half-sister busted his nose, but he had lost. To a third co-hort member. It was embarrassing. Claire motioned to a bed that was empty and Jax very irritably commented, "I don't need a bed. I'm not a helpless probatio." He had stopped holding the shirt to the wound, the area had stopped bleeding as they had made their way there. He didn't know if that was a bad sign or not, but the longer they waited before someone came the more irritable he became.
Claire seemed to be patiently waiting for a medic to stop by and Jax very much decided he had enough of that. "Medic." He didn't yell it, though he did raise his voice loud enough for it to carry. He looked over at Claire, "While we're here would you like to break my legs too? Maybe dislocate my jaw? I mean, we clearly have the time." He crossed his arms in impatient irritation as a younger Probatio poked their head into the hallway, telling them to go to the first door on the right and that a medic would be right with them. Jax didn't wait for further instruction as he went to the empty room, stepping inside as his eyes fell upon yet another bed. "Don't say it. Don't you dare say it."
His arms were crossed, a tight-lipped smile on his face as the girl put her eyes on him. She regarded him at her own pace, her eyes summing him up from toe to head. A single eyebrow raised from the son of Mars as she took her time. It wasn't that he wasn't used to being looked at. He was a good-looking guy and he knew that for a fact. It wasn't every day, however, that a Greek female from a warring camp sized him up from head to toe. Assessing him like she was sizing up her odds on taking him. He was equal amounts amused and curious. The small act was enough to make him grin though, some of the irritation draining away. He was a simple guy sometimes, much like a puppy and she was a shiny new toy.
Arlo. That was a new one. She was still regarding him coolly as she spoke. The words came out just as leveled as her stare had been, but as his eyes moved back to hers he noticed the small uptick in her lips. Jax's little grin turned into a smirk before reply, "It is. Don't worry about it, you can pay me back later." He quickly forgot all about being irritated as she took a step towards him, asking about the rest of the tour. And here he was thinking that the Greeks would all be a dull lot. He motioned his hand in a sweeping gesture towards the path he had just arrived from, "Just getting started." He turned on his heel, taking the first few steps forward befor he glanced over at her, "Who's your godly parent by the way?" Lesson one: know your enemy.
Jax began walking up the path, pointing with two fingers towards the first building that they came to. "That's the mess hall. Magical food appears. Sit with your co-hort- uh whatever the Hades you call yourselves and don't ask for a chair. We like to lounge while we eat." He continued walking, making it another two or three steps past the Mess Hall before he stopped, looking over at her. "Wait, have you eaten yet? Do you want to grab something before we go on?" He had no idea when she had arrived or what exactly was expected of him. To Jax it felt almost as if someone had thrown a newborn at him and said good luck! He had never been good at keeping his virtual pets alive, much less a whole Greek demigod.
Jax had landed solidly on Claire. From an outsider's perspective it might have looked cruel or an action gone too far but he knew better. The armor had absorbed most of the blow, that's what it was made for. And more importantly, of course, she was his half-sibling. He knew she was made of tougher stuff that most of the legionnaires around them. She admitted that it hadn't been the smartest idea and Jax found himself chuckling. Her voice sounded almost defeated and he hoped she wasn't ready to throw in the towel already. That would have been a waste of his energy. Not to mention the scraped elbow and knees he knew he now had. He hadn't needed to worry though.
Claire continued to summon the will to fight. Jax noticed the flash of the blade that she had a firm grip on. Exactly the kind of grip that one would need if they were to stab someone. If he had been the one with the blade he would have had no issues piercing, albeit gently, the other person. He kept the blade in the forefront of his mind as the two began wrestling for control.
Claire angled her knee to strike him and Jax moved to deflect the blow with his palm. His body angled close to hers, effectively stopping the blow. The hit reverberating through his upper arm and elbow. The shoulder that he had gotten lanced by the spear singed out in pain, but none of that was on his mind. Mainly because as soon as he had blocked the blow, Claire's hand came up, the base of her palm cracking against his nose.
Jax swore, not so quietly, and immediately dropped off of her, rolling to his back. The blood was draining from the wound quickly and he rolled to his side before carefully sitting up. It was broke, there was no doubt about it. Jax gingerly touched the area before dropping his hands and carefully taking off his shirt. Jax gingerly touched the balled up fabric to his nose to help stop some of the bleeding. He then looked over at Claire, a grin on his face. "Nice work." Next stop: Infirmary.
Jax had been having a perfectly nice day. He had woken up, gotten showered, and dressed. He had flirted with a very pretty Roman girl who had just arrived and he had even made it into the Mess Hall before the rest of his cohort, guaranteeing he got his favorite seat. The day had started out as perfectly as one could get while their home was being swarmed by Greeks. Then a messenger had stalked over, bursting his happy little bubble.
"Congratulations Hollins, you've got welcome duty." Jax dropped the apple that he had been eating. "Welcome duty? No, that was Jacobs. Wrong blonde." The boy shook his head. He hadn't volunteered for that special form of torture. He knew for a fact that it was the boy who he had sparred with yesterday and not himself. The messenger then had held up a note, written in his centurion's handwriting. Jax looked up as the messenger grinned, "Jacobs is still in the infirmary from your sparring session so Branson said that since you caused the mess, you would clean it up. By the way, you're supposed to meet her in two minutes." Jax's eyes narrowed as he shook his head in irritation. He hadn't even hurt Jacobs that badly. It wasn't his fault that the other boy talked a big game but couldn't back it up.
Before Jax could protest further, the messenger left. The blonde groaned in irritation before getting up and cleaning away his breakfast. Jax was positively seething as he left the Mess Hall. Vowing revenge in his head, he began to make his way to the Greek's barracks. He, in no way, was the person who should be doing this job. He was in the first-cohort for gods sakes. His time was better spent training than babysitting some Greek. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the anger. He supposed it wasn't the Greek's fault that his cohort-mate had screwed him over. Still, he couldn't help the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Like they needed a personal tour around camp to feel safe or something.
Jax walked up to the only girl who seemed to be waiting for someone. She was pretty, a fact that helped sooth some of the anger he was feeling. He stopped a foot or so in front of her before speaking, trying to keep his voice nice and friendly. "I'm Jax. I take it you’re the Greek I need to show around?" He looked over her shoulder at the Greek barrack building, nodding his head slightly in reference, "Those are your barracks. It's where you sleep. Are there any questions?" His eyes moved back to hers before crossing his arms, waiting on her reply.
Jax watched as she shook her head, taunting him right back. "I guess we'll just have to see." He continued to grin. His body was warmed up now, adrenaline and whatever pure form of power that ran through his blood from his father's heritage singing in his veins. It was strategically sound to goade her into charging him, but gods he hated the waiting game. He had never been good at it. He wasn't the one to call on when you needed to demonstrate patience and serenity. He was the one you called in to charge front and center into the thick of things.
A move that he decided to go with in the training ring with her. He was sure she was about to be knocked on the ground. She had done a spin and he was certain his feet were going to take her out, but he hadn't been quick enough. She found her footing after a short stumble and Jax rolled to his left, immediately standing back up. "Nice." The compliment coming out as a grin of pure amusement lit up his face.
He knew she had other weapons on her and he also knew better than to remain in a vulnerable position on his back with her on her feet. That would have been an immediate defeat. She could have easily impaled him with the spear or delivered a blow with her body that would have him waving the white flag. He rose in time to find Claire mimicking his move and charging, her body dropping into a slide.
Jax let his full weight drop on her, meeting her forward motion solidly, his elbow going for her ribs though he knew more than likely it would get deflected by her armor. He felt the area around the cut on his shoulder begin to get warm and he knew he had more than likely opened it further. He didn't pay much mind to it as he began wrestling his legs against hers, trying to keep her on the ground. "That was stupid." He was larger than her and with her angle, coming in towards him, he was already practically on top of her. She would have to do something quick to get out of his grasp.
Jax could sense the frustration and anger building in his sibling. He couldn't manipulate or control it, but he could feel it just as assuredly as he felt the sun on his back. He grinned in response, purely enjoying the entire event. He centered his feet squarely, the gravel of the ludus crunching under his foot. She scoffed about telling him her next move and he grinned, "We're training Claire, I'm not here to take you out." He looked over her form, his eyes never leaving her as he spoke, "If this was a war game, I promise you wouldn’t have a chance against me." He continued to smirk, all but taunting her. Humility was something this son of Mars was not blessed with. That and graciousness when having lost.
She began circling him and he walked the circle with her, keeping her front and center to himself. His footing remained true. She taunted him right back and he grinned. Smart. She was finally thinking, he mused, getting her opponent to charge her was one of the few moves she could strategically do with such an awkward weapon as a spear. He had never bothered training with them. He watched her tense a moment before he launched into action.
Jax charged, intent on avoiding the spear's tip as she lunged at him. He dropped into a slide, but hadn't been fast enough. Before he could use his head and charm the thing to waver or perhaps simply fall off of the wooden pole that it was built on, it split through his shirt. The tip of the spear lanced a cut to his shoulder but he didn't slow down. The pain was there of course, but barely worth noting, at least not in the moment. Going into a slide he aimed for her legs, intent on knocking them out from under her. If he could get her on the ground it would be a grappling match between the two. It had been ages since his last hand-to-hand in the dirt and he was itching for another one.
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