blood? no thanks. swords? hell yes. {Private}

Cecelia walked onto the Field of Mars. She loved to swordfight, but blood was one of her worst weaknesses. She sat on a stump and unsheathed her sword, looking at herself in the shiny reflection. Her hair was in a braid tossed over her shoulder, Katniss style. Her purple camp shirt was wrinkled, as were her jeans. Cecelia stood up and swung her sword in a circle and practiced some moves.

James walked onto the feild of mars with a grin on his face.He just got his first sword and it was perfect.It was short and heavy.The guy who gave it to him called it a gladuis.He had a purple shirt and jeans and running sneekers.His huge frame was a imposing site and that smile on his face made him look like a manic.He saw a girl in the standard garb and she was looking into her sword.James walked over to her and said"Yo"

Cecelia noticed a burly guy walk onto the field out of the corner of her eye. She nodded at him without looking up. "Sup," she said, more as a greeting than a question. She didn't know this dude, only that he was big a burly and little scary looking. Cecelia had the burn on the side of her face, which, in cases where she wanted to fight, she didn't bother covering as it made her look more intimidating. She got out a cloth and began polishing her sword, even though it was already shiny.