the late night fights

Campbell was sitting in the back looking bored. "Get on with it ya old hobo!" He yelled. The instructor was rambling on about rules. "No stabbing.""No Killing" "No Maiming unless a child of a healer." Campbell pulled out his sword and began shining it, the black iron glinting in the moonlight. The instructor glared at him, then paired sparring partners. "London Quinn with Campbell Christiansen." Campbell scoffed. "London? What kinda p***y name is that?" He stood up and swung his sword in a circle. The minor underworld gods cabin was facing the other gods cabin during late night training. He calmly and confidently strode to the front near the instructor. "London?" The instructor called. Campbell cleared his throat. "LONDON."

A relatively good-looking girl walked up to the front. Campbell scoffed. She had cotton candy pink hair that just generally pissed him off. "Come on, pinky." He sheathed his sword and smirked. "I can beat this p***y any day." He thought. She seemed like the type who generally just did not care about anyone but herself. Campbell led her over to a dark corner where he could beat her to a pulp and not get in trouble. A ghost sat on the fence. "Get out. This is mine." The ghost held up its hands in defeat and dissipated. He pulled his sword and cocked his head. "Ready b*tch?"

Campbell swung his sword in a circle. "Good luck. You're gonna need it." He readjusted his armor and cracked his neck. His black blade glinted in the moon light. He sliced at her armor, aiming to slash at the center of the breastplate. His face was steely, concentrating extremely hard. Campbell was cocky, thinking he could beat anyone in a swordfight. He didn't dare say it out loud, but he occasionally thought he could beat a god.

Campbell slashed her arm instead of her breastplate. He smiled smugly. London's face turned from shock to pain to anger in a few moments. She swung at his arm, and Campbell's reflexes kicked in. He ducked down, resulting in the sword nicking the top of his ear and cutting some hair off. "That all you got baby?" He winked at her, trying to be an a**hole. He smiled his best winning smile and dropped to the ground, swinging his leg around to get her to the floor.

Campbell was getting into it. London, on the other hand, was seemingly done with his attitude. She stumbled, but didn't fall, much to his disappointment. "Oh, how sweet" she said. Aw, she thinks I'm cute. He smiled and winked at her. Unfortunately, London got the best of him and he fell on his rump. He quickly got to his feet. "You're not half bad sweetheart. Let's fight for real." He slashed at her breastplate again.
OOC: You might want to get rid of the pumpkin coding at the top of the post... :)

Aww, she thinks I'm sweet. Campbell's conceited nature resulted in him taking everyone's compliments seriously. London slashed at him, leaving a gash in his arm. He had enough common sense to jump back before the second strike. Nonetheless, her leg sweep got him. He ended up on his a** and didn't bother getting up. He cracked his neck and his jaw before looking up at her. Campbell sheathed his sword. "You know, you're really pretty," He said, winking at her. "Wanna go out?"

Campbell was actually hoping to get with this girl. London was pretty, sassy, and someone he could cheat on. Easy. He winked at her. "I could be a vicious murderer as well darlin'. We'll just have to see won't we?" He flashed one of those half-smiles that he knew made girls go crazy. He jumped back up onto his feet and offered a hand to help her up. It didn't occur to him that London didn't even know his name.

London giggled, softening Campbell up a bit. No, I've gotta stay strong. No giggle is going to get through me. He helped London up, her hands feeling delicate in his large, calloused ones. "I'm Campbell. Campbell Christiansen. Son of Melinoe, if its all the same to you." He said in his "I care enough to tell you, but not enough to care about your opinion" tone. He slung his arm around her shoulders, putting more weight than necessary on her.

London introduced herself as a daughter of some god/goddess that Campbell had never heard of. She slinked out from Campbell's arm. She invited him to the lake tommorrow. He would be sure to see her there, as she was incredibly attractive, and seemingly very gullible. He grinned and walked out of the arena."I'll see you tommorrow indeed."