No-one was in the arena as Chris walked in, dressed only in camouflage trousers and combat boots. His red hair was trimmed at the side and swept up at the front in a fauxhawk, two rings hanging at the cartilage of his ear. Unsheathing his black sword, he gave it a twirl and beheaded the closest dummy with a fast backhanded blow, the straw head falling to the ground. The helmet thudded in the sand.
The son of Ares had decided against armor this time, only wearing his arm greaves -- a bit more of a challenge, you know? His angry green eyes swept around the perimeter as he tried to decide which automaton-dummy to fight: the one with the spiked mace or the one with the dual swords?
The sun was hot and he wiped the sweat from his freckled face, wishing he had put some sun screen on. Yay for another sunburn.
Finally he went over to the dummy with the mace and pressed start. Immediately, he leaned back to prevent his face from being ripped off his skull by the spikes and ducked under the next attack, parrying with a large swing of his sword. The chain wrapped itself around the blade and he pulled it back, taking his boot knife out of his shoe with the other hand and cutting through the wires in the robot's neck.
White parks showered down onto the sand and Chris jumped back, squinting under their brightness.
The son of Ares had decided against armor this time, only wearing his arm greaves -- a bit more of a challenge, you know? His angry green eyes swept around the perimeter as he tried to decide which automaton-dummy to fight: the one with the spiked mace or the one with the dual swords?
The sun was hot and he wiped the sweat from his freckled face, wishing he had put some sun screen on. Yay for another sunburn.
Finally he went over to the dummy with the mace and pressed start. Immediately, he leaned back to prevent his face from being ripped off his skull by the spikes and ducked under the next attack, parrying with a large swing of his sword. The chain wrapped itself around the blade and he pulled it back, taking his boot knife out of his shoe with the other hand and cutting through the wires in the robot's neck.
White parks showered down onto the sand and Chris jumped back, squinting under their brightness.
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