Working out (private)

Chiara's breath trembled as she lowered the heavy bar down to her chest before pushing it back up again. Her hands, sweaty, threatened to slip. But she bit down hard on her lip, screwed her face up, and did another press up. Her biceps were bulging under her skin, the muscles of her back and thighs tightening in the effort.
She couldn't wait for Capture-the-Flag; it had been too long since her last real fight, damn her knee. Now it was finally starting to heal properly, Chiron had agreed to let her participate in the war games again. She had to be ready, and-
Her phone buzzed. Frowning irritably, she glanced at it but didn't move. Whoever was calling her would just have to leave a text. Plus, Eminem was playing (his songs were her main workout playlist) and she was feeling too motivated to stop.

"Having fun there?!" Ramsey shouted over to his half sister, Chiara. He was currently doing some power squats with a three hundred pound ball. Today, if he couldn't tell, was thigh and gluts day for Ramsey. "Looks like you're strugglin' there!" Even while he spoke, The Weeknd could be heard blasting out of his earbuds. People had told him not to blast his music like that, but he couldn't care less. He'd deal with the problem when it came.

"Piss off Idas," Chiara hissed through clenched teeth. She had been on that bench for almost a full hour now, sweat coating her skin, her hair sticking to her forehead.

He couldn't help, but to laugh at Chiara's reaction. "What? You can't be struggling already can you, Lupurelli-Moreau." Ramsey countered as he continued his squats. He'll move on to doing cattle bells later.

Chiara frowned. No one ever called her by her full name; it was either Chiara Lupurelli or Chiara Moreau, never both. Generally people chose Moreau because it was shorter.

"I'll show you struggle you c*nt," she growled, putting the weights bar back into the holders, her skin red and sweaty. "Wanna go?"

Ramsey's ears perked up. "What did you just call me, b*tch?" He asked, dropping the ball and standing up straight. He wanted to provoke her, make Chiara angry. "I couldn't hear you over your muscles lactating."

"Go get f*lched," she retorted, standing up. Normally she would have replied with a shrug or an arrogant grin but this was a sibling. She looked forward to the fight.

"Is that the best you can come up wit?" He asked, walking over to her, standing tall. "What else you got, red head? Come on! I know you got somethin'!"

Chiara looked up at him, smiled, then spun around to kick him in the stomach. She knew she should watch the kicks with her healing knee but she just had to take that fight.

Ramsey grunted, stumbling back at the kick that landed on his stomach. "That's it! Show me what you got, Chiara!" He taunted before throwing a punch to her face, then to her shoulder.

Being not as light on her feet as usual, Chiara took both hits, falling back against a treadmill. Pain erupted in her back. Gritting her teeth, she threw herself at Ramsey, head down in order to hit the place in his stomach that would knock his breath out.

The son of Ares started began to feed off of her aggressive energy and tightened his torso to prepare for the hit. This time, though, he did fall back, almost hitting his head on the medicine ball that he was using as a weight. Ramsey was able to muster up enough strength to throw her off of him.

Chiara stumbled back but went straight back to attacking, starting to grapple with him on the floor. Eminem was still going from her speakers and she felt more rage and will to fight.

"Get off of me!" Ramsey shouted soaking in the anger. With that, she was able to throw Chiara off of him. The son of Ares quickly got to his feet and squared up. "That's all?!"

Chiara hopped on one leg, limping a little. Her nose was bleeding. If only her knee was healed! She had done enough of wrestling and martial arts to know how to grapple, but her leg just wouldn't do any proper hook. She wouldn't be able to use Taekwondo much either since kicks were a main focus.
Tilting her head, the daughter of Ares gave an arrogant grin. "You can talk, son." With that, she grabbed one of the weights from her bar and threw it at him.

Ramsey, honestly, loved to fight Chiara for the very fact that he never knew what type of fighting style she would use.

"Yeah, I- Oh sh!t!" Ramsey quickly jumped out of the way of the weight. What was that? 100 pounds?! He decided to rebutle with picking up the 50 pound medicine ball and throwing it at her. "Catch this b!itch!"

It smacked into her shoulder as she moved out of the way, making her bare her teeth angrily. "I'll faking end you, Idas," she snarled and ran at him, erupting in a flurry of blows and punches, using all the strength she got against her brother.

"Then do it, b*tch!" He shouted back at her before delivering punches right back at her. The other demigods who were working out around them had already left for fear of being hit with a weight.