Bullies & Bullets (private)

Gabriel McAllister was a hot head. He hadn’t always been but events in his life had led him down a certain path. One that would lead him into a bit of a boogeyman for the residents of Camp Half-Blood. As a Demi-Titan he was already not a popular person around the camp, he and his fellow demi-titans were treated as pirah’s, outcasts. The Demi-Gods either avoided them like they had the plague or would gang up on them to try and take them out because of the rivalry between the Gods and Titans. That never ended well for any of the little Demi-Gods that tried to go after Gabriel. He was a fighter long before he arrived at the camp, and the ‘Dance of Death’ was his favorite pastime. Even when the Ares kids stopped seeking him out to fight, he made his presence known. Constantly looking for his next challenge.

That was how he found himself in the Arena today. He knew someone there would be foolish or arrogant enough to try and fight him and he wasn’t wrong. Some big, up and coming hot shot child of Demeter had seen him walk in wearing only a white tank top, his ripped jeans, black combat boots and a pair of sunglasses; and decided ‘yes that’s the person I wish to fight’. It hadn’t taken too long for the flower child to regret their decision. Gabriel never took it easy on anyone when the Dance of Death was involved. A sword and shield combo by the Demeter kid, aptly named Euan, was met by Gabriel’s celestial bronze knuckles.

He was in the process of slamming his fist into the punk’s shield when he heard a voice yelling at them. Asking what the Hades he thought he was doing. It was this distraction, as the boy looked over for help, that Gabriel used to his advantage. Sweeping behind the surprised grass eater, he pulled them into a suplex and slammed them into the ground. “Never take your goddamn eyes off the prize.” He spat out, standing up and placing his right foot on their chest effectively pinning them to the ground as he looked over at the new girl. “Teaching this punk here a lesson. What’s it to you? Why, you looking to join ‘em?” The blond asked, running a hand through his sweaty golden locks.

Gabriel laughed an honest, not able to hold it back, genuine laugh. She wanted him to beat her up? She mocked him? Believed that he would be unable to lay a hand on her? This was too good to be true. Sure, some of the Ares or Athena kids thought they were smart or good enough fighters to go toe to toe with him and not only win but even never get touched. There were also the more powerful Demi-Gods who believed they could overpower him in some way or another. They were all proven wrong one way or another. This was just another cocky little itty bitty demi-god. Nothing he hadn’t faced before. “Oh sure sweet cheeks. I’ll do much more than touch.” A feral grin etched its way across his face, his fingers tightening around the celestial bronze knuckles as they closed into fists.

He didn’t know if she possessed any powers. Wasn’t aware who she was or what she could do. In Gabriel’s mind that meant no powers. He could be a dirty cheat when it came fighting but he had a smidge of honor and didn't use his powers unless his opponent used theirs first. Jumping up, and making sure his foot cracked at least a rib or two on the poor Demeter kid, to land on the ground in the space between the new girl and the body he let his fist fly. His right hand clenched shot out almost immediately after his feet touched the ground, aimed to strike at her temple. A quick decisive shot aimed to end this confrontation before it even began. Gabriel hoped it didn’t though, he begged the Titans to make this at least a semi-enjoyable fight. She had better be able to back up her bark.

Gabriel would never admit that he was impressed with a itty bitty little demi-god being able to not only deflect his punch but also to put him in a wrist lock. The fact that the hand felt like it was cold, and not very fleshy probably had something to do with it. At least that was what he was telling himself when he felt the other, fleshier, hand tap into his skin. The pain and agony that coursed through his body from that one touch would have certainly put a lesser fighter on their knees or out of the fight completely. Gabriel McAllister was not a lesser fighter; and he was a bit of a machochist. He relished the fight, the pain, constantly seeking out his next ‘high’. This? To him was nothing more than a shot of adrenaline.

That isn’t to say he didn’t feel it. His mind took in the pain and his body reacted accordingly. Clinching up, a hitched breath escaping his mouth before it was followed by a pained chuckle. “Th-that the best you got you god damn dryshite? I’ve taken beatings like that before I even got lunch before.” Gabe snarked before disappearing in a flash of light, instantly re-appearing a good fifteen feet behind the asian demi-god that wanted to tussle. The light around the arena coalesced in his hands and he was now holding what amounted to two throwing daggers made out of pure sunlight in both of his hands. Without warning or any preamble he flicked all four of them at his foe, intending to skewer her with them from behind. Not killing blows though, no these were meant to maim. She wanted to dish out pain did she? He’d gladly help with that.