Nice water, Warm sand, Good company?

Brastus sat at the edge of the water, he was wearing some swim shorts and his necklace, but looked distant and lost. He was thinking of his past and remembering the many events that had happened. He recalled the cruelty of his mother, the sadness of his separation from his adoptive father, and his brotherhood with Michael. The water felt warm on his toes and the wind gently blew on the sand. It was a lovely day, the sky was blue and the sand was pleasantly warm. Yet, due to his fear of drowning, he forwent swimming on the water. He just looked over at the horizon and continue his ruminating. After some minutes passed, he grew bored and made a whist, which brought as an effect, his loyal and playful canine companion Rex, the Rottweiler with black fur and a tan underbelly, barking with joy at the sight of his master. The large dog jumped on top of Brastus and after a playful encounter, he started to pet Rex's back, which got him a lick of his hand. Master and dog sat at the beach and continued watching either the horizon or the tranquil waves wash over.

Brastus lifted his animal companion up into the air and got a bark and a lick to the face out of happiness. He later pressed the cute dog to his chest in a hug and then started to scratch him. However, he soon noticed a guy not so far away. At first he had no reason to get alarmed, but then he noticed he had two brass knuckles on and he quickly got up and grabbed his necklace. By crushing the necklace in between his fingers, a large threatening sword, made out of celestial bronze, but having a black blade, a ruby for a pommel and a skull for a guard, and he quickly pointed the large weapon towards the mysterious guy.

"State you business bub!" Bellowed Brastus as he precariously pointed the dangerous weapon at the other male while the dog hid behind his master's legs and barked at the other.

Brastus could cut with a knife the temper of the other guy and laughed rather loudly. Being a son of Ares did have its pros and cons. For example, he could grow exponentially stronger whenever someone who exhibited anger or rage faced him. His body shone with a mysterious red light and he extended the light to his blade. He nodded at his pet so it would run away safely, the last thing he wanted to do was harm his beloved dog.

"You do realize I do grow stronger by at least 20% whenever someone exhibits anger right. I dare say I am the one here with the most fierce temper in this whole camp, but you don't see me releasing it like a savage brute of an animal, like yourself of course. It is unbecoming of a man to lose one's dignified posture after an exchange of words. Now, I for one don't wish to fight with you. However, I will raise my sword against you if you dare to get cocky." Said the arrogant Brastus as he shot out daggers from his eyes ( not literally) at the other.

Brastus, being the lover of weapons he was, couldn't help but oh and ah at the remarkable blade. Sure it was powerful and golden, but he preferred his equally dangerous sword. He still transformed his sword back into his necklace and hung it around his thick neck. He smiled at the other guy and offered him a handshake.

"Look I don't mean to fight. I just wanted to play with my dog in peace. Also, ya gotta admit, it is rather threatening to see some random guy with two weapons clenched out of the blue. But let bygones be bygones. Eh." Said Brastus trying to be as friendly as he could while still having the somewhat charming smile on his face.

Brastus chuckled lightly and still held out his hand like an idiot. He sure was expecting a handshake but if he wasn't going to get it he wouldn't complain about it. Still, he called back his pet dog and let Rex come back barking with joy as usual. The great dog, now jumped on top of Corvus and started to sniff him before he licked his face.

"Aw, he likes you. Anyways, that's a great sword you got there, mind If I see it for a bit.?" Said Brastus who crossed his arms and smirked at the sight of his hulking dog assaulting the other with licks and slobbers.

Brastus shrug his shoulders and decided that his peace had been shattered. So he made a whistle for his dog to come back at him and the four-legged dog rushed to his owner's side as the two walked back to Ares's cabin.