Training with my half-siblings.

A shrill and piercing laugh was heard across the Arena as a set of clapping hands made an applause. The sound of heavy boots and combat clothes was heard as well. It was Brastus, and he was chuckling in amusement to the demonstration of the guy with the ( adorable) German Shepard. Before he made himself known however, he whistled loudly and his pet, Bull, a black rottweiler with a tanned underbelly came barking at full force inside the Arena and tackled the other dog playfully.

'Nice show kid! Although, I do not like bullets of any sort. Name's Carlos Archadios Caesar Leon, but most call me Brastus Leon, or Brastus. Anyways, you seem tough, but I wonder are you fought?" Said the mysterious man as he walked into the light, revealing a hispanic-looking guy, who stood at least a head over Ramses, with his sky blue eyes glaring down at his scarlet ones, while letting his face turn into a smirk. He was clapping, but stopped for a second. His body was very muscular, but no like a professionl bodybuilder who looked disgusting with all that mess of muscle, he looked like the guy any girl would swoon over. His hair was black as the long leather coat he wore, with his blood-red v-shaped shirt underneath and a dagger-like necklace hanging from his thick neck. To his waist, a belt made out of padlocks was fasten, holding in place the set of black trousers he wore, that had taints of what appeared like dried blood on them, and a set of heavy combat boots. He didn't respond back to the other guy, but he made it perfectly clear that he was not someone who had spent his life living comfortably.

"Bull, come here now. Let's allow these two to at least present themselves, okay buddy." Said Brastus as his loyal dog rushed to his owner's side and allowed itself to stick it's tongue out in enjoyment of meeting another dog.

OOC: John is forbidden from posting in this thread Not John Samarintos though.

"Whoa, whoa whoa, what are ya doing? Don't ya have anny manners. Let's talk first and then I kick your ass ok. So yeah I am a son of that bast@rd, but I am not really proud of it. I see you have a nice sword and armor, for a rookie, but this is what a real armor and sword look like." Said Brastus as he snatched his necklace, smashed it, and materialized his own black, celestial bronze sword in a fury of black flames surrounding his hand until the blade appeared. He then snapped his fingers and allowed his own set of black, demoniccally aesthetic, celestial bronze armor, appeared and strapped itself to Brastus. He removed his horned helmet though and placed his sword down as he sat down and played with his dog for a second.

"You seem like a warrior though. I like seeing gys who are powerful, most of this place's lot are not strong enough to make em get excited, but I love meeting powerful people." Said Brastus as he rubbed his dog's belly.

OOC: I remember talking animals being forbidden....

BIC: The air in the kind-of-tunnel that led into the Arena was deliciously refreshing to Chiara, who, despite her being inhabited to hot temperatures, was glad to have some fresh atmosphere. The seventeen-years-old was dressed in a blood-red tank top covering her developed abs with olive camouflage trousers stuffed into big combat boots, a punk leather jacket on her freckled shoulders and a metal-studded belt wrapped around her waist. Her flaming red curls were held back by a strap of black cloth, Corsican fashion. and she had all her weapons with her: her xiphos was at her belt, as were her three throwing knives, she was holding her lance in one hand and her olympic carbon fibre bow was placed on her back, with the quiver on her thigh.

As usual, her facial expression was aggressive and brutal; her angry green eyes, underlined by sooty black eyeliner, were checking the place and she saw two guys talking, their dogs playfully tackling each other. Both were much taller than her, but on the other hand, she was very short with her 1m65. The overfreckled daughter of Ares threw her spear into a dummies neck as she entered the Arena, spilling straw onto the sand, and looked at them. One was Brastus, her half-brother. The other one, she didn't know him.

"Sup, punks," she taunted in her New York accent, walking over to them. "Oh, Brastus, you found your Barbie girl, it seems" Chiara added with a disrespectful grin, jerking her chin at the guy she didn't know.

She liked new guys. Wait, scratch that, she liked bullying new guys. Like she liked to bully everybody who was a wimp, either at Camp or in her school. Chiara was already imagining what she could do; the classical head-in-the-toilets greeting the Ares cabin usually did to noobs? Yeah, sounded fun for a beginning. After that, she'd go to the serious stuff.

"Will you two idiots stop your b!tching and just make out already? I'm tired of hearing all this argument and frankly, I came here to do battle, not to enjoy the company of others. Now, if we can just stop the dillidaling, can we go back to the task at hand. And dear sister, it's Damian now, remember?" Said Damian as he stood up and walked over to his two sibling and made his armor disappear as he addressed his two other members of his family, by his father's side, and tried to have them stop arguing.

He was frustrated over the fact that his sister only made people angry, while he tried to clam people down, well outside of battle that is. To a certain extent he had grown accustomed to Chaira's insults and her ways, so it didn't bother him, but it greatly annoyed him when people began to flap their lips like they actually knew what they were doing.

"Ramses, I suggest you don't get in the middle of me and my sister, we have a certain…past don't we Chiara? Now, I don't want to cause any more trouble than you bring, but I for one just want to grab my sword and slice something up now." Bellowed Damian as he crossed his arms and glared at his siblings with his daunting and wrathful blue eyes, which by this point resembled more violet than blue due to his rage rising up as he spoke.

"Oh my gods, that was such a threat, I'm legit shaking over here," Chiara mocked, imitating his voice. "As for shields being for wimps, that's your error number one, sl*t. Shields are weapons like your sword or your spear. You just need to know how to use it. Obviously, you don't."

She blocked and jumped over his stabs, one of them slashing through her camp trousers but not inflicting damage onto her skin. Then, she kicked sand up at his eyes and aimed a slam with her shield held horizontally at his neck, going for his unprotected thigh with her sword.

"By Enyo, you're boring," she disrespectfully said. "Is this actually your fighting style? Jesus. You wouldn't have lasted ten seconds in Manhattan."

Ooc: How long has Ramses been at Camp?

"Enough! Behave yourselves will you! F*cking hells what is this some sort of Kindergarden. Can we at least try to get along once?" Asked Damian as he raised his great sword and activated it's flames that arched high until it erupted into an arch of fire around the tip of the claymore.

'Good, I have your attention. Now, as for Chiara's assessment, she is right. A warrior must have as much offense as defense, lest you prefer being cleaved in half by some idiot. I will not let my half-sister fight an arrogant idiot who thinks a shield is non-essential. Therefore, I, Damian Gladius Leon, veteran of the battle of Manhattan and older brother to Chiara, challenge you to a test of mights." Said Damian as he flailed his flaming sword leaving behind small trails of blazing fires. He aimed his sword at Ramses and smirked massively as he looked at Chiara as if telling he rot back off.

"If you have any form of respect for you father, you will not care if I carry out appropriate punishment of this blasphemous maggot." Sternly asserted Damian, not bothering to look at his sister as he kept his deep, almost dark, blue eyes fixated on Ramses. He ordered his dog, Rex to run away as he prepared himself for battle.

"If you prefer, then I will spar with you later. But now let me deal with this foolish ant. Unless, you want to fight me right now." Guessed Damian with a shrug of his shoulders as he directed his attention to her momentarily before forcing a look into his pray. He would not let her get her dirty claws on Ramses for he was his pray alone.

"I can fight you, but leave my pray alone, got it!" Snared Damian as his sword intensified in fire and heat. He then glared at Ramses and smirked at him rudely.

"Are you ready kiddo? Or do you wanna go home and cry to your b!tch mother?" Said Damian as he arrogantly insulted his pray on purpose and smirked with so an air of arrogance that was bigger than his muscles.