No Mercy to the Mannequins

Myka was bored. And by bored, I mean so bored that she took four walks around camp, finding nothing to interest her. Finally, she decided that she might as well go practice before all this time was completely wasted. And with her sword Mortiferous by her side, she proceeded to advance into the sword fighting arena, keeping her head down so she didn't make any eye contact with any other campers.

She was wearing a black The Neighbourhood t-shirt, black jeans and her monster-stomping boots. She had knives hidden all over her, like in her boots and the leather jacket that was only zipped up halfway. Her curly black hair was up in a high ponytail, and she wore fingerless gloves that covered her callused palms. Her bluish- greenish eyes were bright with boredom and excitement at the same exact time, making a weird feeling.

She stood between about five or six dummies, and with a quick movement, Mortiferous was in her hand, and three of the dummies were cut in half.

Myka jumped and spun around, facing the red-headed girl who she hadn't noticed before. "I'm Myka," she said, laughing a little. "You scared me." When she realized that all of the mannequins had been 'killed', she put Mortiferous back into the scabbard at her hip. Taking out a butterfly knife from her jacket, she skillfully flipped it- not to intimidate the girl, but becase she was ADHD and needed to entertain her hands.


After a while, she got bored and left.