Wrestling Mat

OOC: I know

BIC: I grab her sword, and throw it across the room. I smirk, and then slam her with my backhand. "Hello, Son of Atlas, Titan of Strength," I said.

I grunt. "That hurt," i said, in a high voice, then fell, making the ground rumble.

I nod slowly. "You could be a child of Atlas," I said.

I chuckle, and feel better. "Your probably the only person here that actually thinks I'm decent, I hope." I said.

"Thanks, I guess. And thanks for the hair," I smile in appreciation.

"Maap, Son of Atlas. The irony, I know." I said.

I chuckle. "Sure." I said. "The other titan kids don't like me. They say I'm too nice," I said, sadly.

"When I'm not fighting," I said., "they say I don't fight enough."

I laughed. "Ok, we both have issues," I agreed.

"Ok. You're right. That is pretty bad," I commented, smiling.

I chuckled. "I was agreeing with you, that means your right," I said.

I look at her funny. "Why do you do that?" I asked.

I chuckled. "It's been fun, kid," I said, and left.