Flippity Floppity

I look around, wondering where I am. I was pretty sure I was supposed to be in the forgery an hour ago but I saw this empty place and it caught my eye. "You being you, you're most likely in a pit of death and right about now someone is going to tackle you and eat your soul." I chuckle nervously to myself. Just in case, I hove my hand over my watch. I couldn't wait any longer, I pressed the button and my shield pops out. "Anyone in here." It's not like they'll answer if they want to kill you. I think.

OOC: Sorry for the late reply!

BIC: Chiara arrived, her red curls bound back into a thick ponytail. She was wearing a black tank top with camouflage trousers and metal-studded belt, along with her usual scowl and aggressive expression, her angry green eyes flashing up in the sunlight. She briefly sat down on a bench next to the equipment lockers, pulling her combat boots off to get into her wrestling shoes, then attaching her hair net, head gear, knee-pads and singlet. A girl was there already, perhaps thirteen -- almost as tall as seventeen-years-old Chiara, which made her once again hiss at how short she was -- and the overly freckled daughter of Ares walked past her, jumping into the wrestling ring.

"What you waiting for, kid, a royal invitation?"

"N-n-no." I stutter and clear my throat, "I don't exactly know where I am." But my brain processes it as soon as I'm saying it. "Wrestling rink." I whisper. I take a few steps back, looking at my fragile form. Good job, Jules I scold myself, You're going to get yourself killed. "I was actually thinking I should get going." I have a nervous edge to my voice, which doesn't make my claim very convincing. I start to back up but stumble on the mat and fall over. "Ouch."

My heart slammed in my chest. Honestly, I wanted to just run away. My arms pushed me up and I stared at the girl. She was pretty rude... She might be a daughter of Ares. I will most definitely loose this match. But I walked over and put a helmet on. I looked at her and cracked a nervous smile. "Um, You promise you won't eat me?" I joke, but my voice betrayed my non-chalantness. I stepped into the Matt and slammed my eyes shut, ready for pain.

I tugged down my CHB shirt nervously. "He- Hephestu." I stutter and clear my throat, "Hephestus." I get ready for her to tackle my small frame. I was so scared and tentative to even get close to her. I took a hug breath and looked at her with concentration and charged at her.

"He- Hephaestu--" She cleared her throat. "Hephaestus."

Stepping into the ring, she took a huge breath and charged Chiara. The daughter of Ares bent her knees, her feet apart, arched her back and kept her hands in front of her, in wrestling stance, and as the girl arrived, she did a double-leg take-down. Shooting into her with a drop-step, she tangled her right leg around her ankle, grabbing the back of her thighs with her hands then digging her head into her hip. Immediately after that, she prepared to lift her up and drive her backwards.

OOC: You choose whether Chiara lifts her up or not, but seeing she does a lot of work out I think she is strong enough to lift Jules.

I was lifted into the air like a lifeless doll. Hopelessly, I pounded on her back, doing no damage what so ever. "P-p-please." I choke. My body was searching for some air and all I wanted was to curled up, listening to music while reading a book. I coughed, sputtered, and just gave up a little. I stopped fighting back. If she killed me, she'd be punished or whatever. Pansy I scold myself.

I look at her and then my scrawny arms. Crap, I'm so dead. I think, taking a few steps towards her. "Do you, um, really want to teach some punk to wrestle?" I laugh nervously. "I mean, I should get going and..." I trail off, desperately looking for something to say, "Build stuff." I say finally. I try to take a few steps around her.

I searched my brain for the answer. Something was telling me I should yield. Of course I didn't listen to it. "Me being me? I'd try to fight hand to hand. I would die, but still fight hand to hand." I sigh, "Why does it matter?"

"Sure." I step on to the mat, adrenaline flowing through me. I try to look tough but yet again, fail miserably. "So, uh, what now?" I ask, rubbing my arm. I was most likely about to die.