When Chiara had heard the news, she had been in the wrestling ring, boxing the sand out of the punching bag. Having followed French boxing lessons from a very young age and being a daughter of Warfare, it was obviously one of her favorite hobbies. So there she was, in her green tank top and boyish sports trousers, boxing gloves and handwraps on, when a guy from the Hermes cabin swooshed in.
"The Hunters of Artemis are here!" He announced and was off as quickly as he had arrived.
Chiara gave the bag a last good uppercut and stopped, wiping the sweat from her brow. The Hunters? Oh sweet Lord.
She jumped over the ropes of the ring and landed on the floor, going to the changing room after having retrieved her bag from the lockers. She took a quick shower, then pulled on her Walking Dead tee, her ripped acid washed shorts and her metal-tipped combat boots, attaching her bullet belt around her hips, before leaving the wrestling area and making for her cabin.
Painted an aggressive red, with barbed wires on the roof and landmines around it, the cabin looked as ferocious as ever. Even the boar head above the door snarled in an aggressive way.
She looked over her shoulder and indeed, a dozen of girls between nine and fifteen walked around the area, emitting a silver aura.
Chiara knew some Hunters, well, she knew two in particular. Seraphina and Aria.
"Namir!" She said as she threw her bag on her bunk, then turned to her favorite half-sister with a devious grin. "Guess who's here?"
"The Hunters of Artemis are here!" He announced and was off as quickly as he had arrived.
Chiara gave the bag a last good uppercut and stopped, wiping the sweat from her brow. The Hunters? Oh sweet Lord.
She jumped over the ropes of the ring and landed on the floor, going to the changing room after having retrieved her bag from the lockers. She took a quick shower, then pulled on her Walking Dead tee, her ripped acid washed shorts and her metal-tipped combat boots, attaching her bullet belt around her hips, before leaving the wrestling area and making for her cabin.
Painted an aggressive red, with barbed wires on the roof and landmines around it, the cabin looked as ferocious as ever. Even the boar head above the door snarled in an aggressive way.
She looked over her shoulder and indeed, a dozen of girls between nine and fifteen walked around the area, emitting a silver aura.
Chiara knew some Hunters, well, she knew two in particular. Seraphina and Aria.
"Namir!" She said as she threw her bag on her bunk, then turned to her favorite half-sister with a devious grin. "Guess who's here?"