by Brastus 7/8/2014, 8:41 pm
It was weird. Normally I would just go to the arena to beat some punk-ass nerd's ass, like say all the kids from Athena's cabin, and sometimes the kids from Hephaestus's line. It was usually easy to pick on those kids because they always thought that as long as they kept there numbers all summed up and with there gadgets and machines, they mostly thought they would be safe, but that wasn't so. A good fistful of myself always taught they the opposite. Yeah, yeah I knew I was all full of crap like that, but hey, when you were as good as a fighter as me, you could get away with being arrogant as all hell.
By this point however, I was in a place completely different from the war-torn interior of the cabin number five, or the fighting fields of great of the arena. Indeed I was in a place covered by random, blossoming flowers, strong sprouting trees and magnificent and tall trunks. Ok, I was a warrior, but deep down I did enjoy looking at the trees and staring at there strength. It was a bit hotter than expected, but I didn't really worry since I was from Spain and I was used to incredible temperatures, however just in case, I did have a thin, transparent bottle of ice-cold water that I stole, er borrowed from the mess hall some thirty minutes ago before I walked randomly into the Southern Woods.
Suddenly, as I walked past root and branch, I saw a girl about my age, slumping on a tree. She was pretty good-looking too, with her nice blonde hair, good figure and a bit on the short side. Me, being quite tall staring at six feet and seven inches, easily towered over her, yet I was not going to interrupt her and her…ruminating, so I just fixed upped my outfit and prepared the nicest smile I could, yet i couldn't help looking a bit…devilish.
My outfit consisted of a blood-red sleeveless shirt with my dagger-like necklace hanging from my sinewy neck and my signature ebony black coat over my brawny body. Fasten around my waist, a belt, made out of the pieces of a padlock, encircled me, while my trousers were dark, albeit slightly lighter than my pitch-black jacket, and finally my shoes were heavy, military-standard combat-ready boots that covered my big and smelly feet. My blue eyes were stating at the girl as she plopped down to the ground and started to play with some rose petals, which made me laugh just a bit on how she pouted. Yet a second later, she began to look desperate, as if her pants had been set on fire and she wobbled about the place until she went on and on about how great her day was, in a clearly sarcastic way. Right after she complained, I decided to introduce myself, so I walked over to her side and smiled at her.
"Wow, you seem like you've had better days. What's wrong, heat got your tongue?" I said as I appeared before her in my entire splendor.