Let's Just Get This Over With [Private]

Natasha focused all her strength behind her slashes with her Bastard sword, and yes that is it's actual name, as she attacked the dummy before her. She may have been a daughter of Aphrodite but she didn't mind sweating and ruining her clothes, it was actually kinda nice at times. The arena was a great place for her to think. The redhead quickly sheathed her bastard sword while unsheathing her saber and making graceful and deadly movements with that one.No turning back. She thought as she gave one last swing and cut the head pf the dummy with a swift and clean motion. Giving a menacing grim she sheathed the saber and turned around to nearly collide with someone who stood dangerously close to her.

Othello sucks with swords. Okay, that's an overstatement. Othello is so use to his bow and arrows, that he never thought that using a sword would help him at anytime. However, Camp thought otherwise and required him to practice at least three times a week. That explained why he was dragging a random sword awkwardly and hanging around the back, hoping none of the instructors would pick him out for avoiding making a fool of himself. Unfortunately, one happened to make eye contact with the poor boy, so Othello had to pretend he was doing something. Thinking quick, he tip-toed over to a girl that was shredding through these dummies like a...an, um...shredder or something. Yes that. He waited for the seemingly-daughter of Ares to put away one of her deadly weapons before talking, but she had already turned. Othello was a little too close to the Hash Slinger Slasher for his liking.
"Erm, hi!" He continued anyway, his words almost 100 miles a minute. "I'm Othello! What lovely...Stabbing and slicing items you have there. Can I join? What's your name?" Best case-scenario: she's not out for the blood of a chatty Apollo kid and she's okay with strangers approaching her during training. Worst case-scenario: she skewered him like a kabob and walked away.

Natasha, who wasn’t much of a people person after getting out of a fight, took the point of her blade and pushed the boy a few feet back and caused a slight hole to appear in his shirt from the metal.First off, don’t talk as fast as a gust of wind can blow. Secondly, My name is Natasha de Angelou. Lastly, you don't look like one to use a weapon so hard pass. She said as she took her hair out of its ponytail and letting the fire engine red hair of hers spill out over her shoulders and down to the small of her back.