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Although Wes was heading toward the opponents flag, he wasn't going fast. He constantly kept looking from side to side, hoping not to get hit by any long range weapons. Sure, he was on a beast which you'd think would deter a decent amount of people, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be hard to knock him off with an arrow or spear. But at the same time, it wasn't like he particularly had a plan of action once he got close to the flag. It all depended on who was defending... If they were shit fighters, like himself, he potentially stood a chance. If it was Andy, well he was a goner.
Wes heard what he thought was struggling in the distance. He gently tugged on the beast's main, causing it to slow down and come to a halt. He sat more upright, looking around at the woods that surrounded him. Before his mount could begin to growling, he sent soothing feelings through his hand and into her, not enough so that she wouldn't protect him but enough so that she wouldn't give away their location.
While he was scanning the forest in one direction, he didn't hear someone quickly approaching from the other way. It wasn't brought to his attention until his beast quickly spun around, going into a prone position. Her nails dug deep into the dirt as a terrible growl rumble in her chest. Wes' hand went for his spear, but he froze when he saw the all too familiar blonde standing before him. He quickly lowered his hand to the beast, his touch caressing her while sending caring, protective emotions for Trinity into the hound. "It's ok, girl. She's a friend."
“God,” Trinity said with relief. Wes didn't know what she was expecting, but by the look of it, she was proud it was him. She stood their, taking a breather but it didn't last long before another growl was heard near by. Wes' hound quickly shifted into a protective stance, preparing to attack. But his beast nor himself were needed as he sat there in awe watching as Trinity made quick work of the another animal.
“Okay,” she sighed and moved to her feet, while Wes sat there with his jaw dropped. He had seen her spar, and glimpses of her in action. But it seemed everyday she still surprised him, in the best ways. “Let's get this over with.”
Wes was still silent until his gaze fell to the bleeding wound on her arm. He gave his beast a pat before he slid off her back. "Hold on Wonder Woman." He pulled the empty right sleeve that was tucked into his shirt and ripped it off at the seam. Wes held the fabric between his teeth as he took her hand and raised her arm to inspect the wound. He took the sleeve and wrapped it around her arm, then using his hand and teeth he carefully tied it as a makeshift tourniquet. "Better?" he asked while still holding her hand.
Once she was ready, Wes climbed back onto his beast. When he was securely mounted, he held himself in place by gripping the hound's sides with his legs. Wes then extended his hand out toward Trinity, "Let's go get a flag."
Although Wes was heading toward the opponents flag, he wasn't going fast. He constantly kept looking from side to side, hoping not to get hit by any long range weapons. Sure, he was on a beast which you'd think would deter a decent amount of people, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be hard to knock him off with an arrow or spear. But at the same time, it wasn't like he particularly had a plan of action once he got close to the flag. It all depended on who was defending... If they were shit fighters, like himself, he potentially stood a chance. If it was Andy, well he was a goner.
Wes heard what he thought was struggling in the distance. He gently tugged on the beast's main, causing it to slow down and come to a halt. He sat more upright, looking around at the woods that surrounded him. Before his mount could begin to growling, he sent soothing feelings through his hand and into her, not enough so that she wouldn't protect him but enough so that she wouldn't give away their location.
While he was scanning the forest in one direction, he didn't hear someone quickly approaching from the other way. It wasn't brought to his attention until his beast quickly spun around, going into a prone position. Her nails dug deep into the dirt as a terrible growl rumble in her chest. Wes' hand went for his spear, but he froze when he saw the all too familiar blonde standing before him. He quickly lowered his hand to the beast, his touch caressing her while sending caring, protective emotions for Trinity into the hound. "It's ok, girl. She's a friend."
“God,” Trinity said with relief. Wes didn't know what she was expecting, but by the look of it, she was proud it was him. She stood their, taking a breather but it didn't last long before another growl was heard near by. Wes' hound quickly shifted into a protective stance, preparing to attack. But his beast nor himself were needed as he sat there in awe watching as Trinity made quick work of the another animal.
“Okay,” she sighed and moved to her feet, while Wes sat there with his jaw dropped. He had seen her spar, and glimpses of her in action. But it seemed everyday she still surprised him, in the best ways. “Let's get this over with.”
Wes was still silent until his gaze fell to the bleeding wound on her arm. He gave his beast a pat before he slid off her back. "Hold on Wonder Woman." He pulled the empty right sleeve that was tucked into his shirt and ripped it off at the seam. Wes held the fabric between his teeth as he took her hand and raised her arm to inspect the wound. He took the sleeve and wrapped it around her arm, then using his hand and teeth he carefully tied it as a makeshift tourniquet. "Better?" he asked while still holding her hand.
Once she was ready, Wes climbed back onto his beast. When he was securely mounted, he held himself in place by gripping the hound's sides with his legs. Wes then extended his hand out toward Trinity, "Let's go get a flag."
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Sylas' eyes widened when Andy threw him into the path of the charging beast. Before he could prepared himself, the large creature slammed into him and tossed him into a tree. With a groan, he moved to his hands and knees, coughing as he tried to regain his breath. He looked over to the side, seeing the beast regain itself quickly and charge toward him once again. There was no time for him to get up and run away. Sylas shut his eyes tightly, turning his head away from the approaching beast. But then there was nothing.
He opened his eyes to find the beast curling in on itself as if being controlled by someone else. Sylas stumbled to his feet, using the tree for support. “Now would be the time to use any nifty skills,” a voice called out to him from beyond the beast.
Sylas didn't waste his time trying to figure out who was helping him or what they were. He quickly limped over to the bushes where Andy tossed his sword. With weapon in hand, a grin graced his lips as he raised it into the air. Then in a single swift moment, he plummeted the blade down into the skull of the beast. When the tip hit the dirt, he groaned, twisting it within the creature until it stopped fighting and the last breath was drawn from it.
He took a deep breath before pulling his sword from the beast, wiping the blade off with his sleeve. Sylas slowly limped around the corpse, coming to find the redhead who had helped him. "You're the last person I expected to show up." He slowly walked over to her. "Have any Spartans crossed your path yet?" He wasn't one for making small talk, nor did he particularly care. But, he needed a moment to regain himself before rushing into anything else. And he wasn't keen on crossing paths with Andy again at the current moment, because he had a feeling that she'd be holding a vendetta toward him for quite some time.
Sylas' eyes widened when Andy threw him into the path of the charging beast. Before he could prepared himself, the large creature slammed into him and tossed him into a tree. With a groan, he moved to his hands and knees, coughing as he tried to regain his breath. He looked over to the side, seeing the beast regain itself quickly and charge toward him once again. There was no time for him to get up and run away. Sylas shut his eyes tightly, turning his head away from the approaching beast. But then there was nothing.
He opened his eyes to find the beast curling in on itself as if being controlled by someone else. Sylas stumbled to his feet, using the tree for support. “Now would be the time to use any nifty skills,” a voice called out to him from beyond the beast.
Sylas didn't waste his time trying to figure out who was helping him or what they were. He quickly limped over to the bushes where Andy tossed his sword. With weapon in hand, a grin graced his lips as he raised it into the air. Then in a single swift moment, he plummeted the blade down into the skull of the beast. When the tip hit the dirt, he groaned, twisting it within the creature until it stopped fighting and the last breath was drawn from it.
He took a deep breath before pulling his sword from the beast, wiping the blade off with his sleeve. Sylas slowly limped around the corpse, coming to find the redhead who had helped him. "You're the last person I expected to show up." He slowly walked over to her. "Have any Spartans crossed your path yet?" He wasn't one for making small talk, nor did he particularly care. But, he needed a moment to regain himself before rushing into anything else. And he wasn't keen on crossing paths with Andy again at the current moment, because he had a feeling that she'd be holding a vendetta toward him for quite some time.
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"Just let it be a death bed, Ajax and we'll move on." Mason spoke toward Ajax. Then he directed his words toward Alex. "And you, I didn't even tell the whole camp you're a murderous psycho bitch who slaughtered my sister which is the truth." He moved toward Alex, in front of Andy as she stood there silent just watching. "And I haven't lied to anyone. I never claim to be a saint. Never claim to be a victim."
Andy met Mason's gaze when he looked back toward her. "You two can't save anyone. Where's your exes, Ajax?..." The rest of what he said faded off as Andy focused on those words. As much as she didn't want to admit it, have they saved anyone aside from each other? Mason had saved her countless times. He helped her with the minotaur, went back to the underworld for her, used his wish on her... Had Ajax ever saved her?
Her attention was brought back to the present when she saw Alex walk off. She half expect the girl to lash out at Andy after what she said, but instead she just left. Part of her felt bad but not as much as she was tired of this feud and people thinking Mason is a monster for a rational reaction to his sister being murdered. But what happened next, she didn't expect. Ajax looked right at her and said two simple words, "Shut up."
Just those two words made her jaw drop slightly as she stared at him. Everything Ajax began to say toward Mason was white noise in her ears. Andy was over this... all of it. As they were both distracted, she waved her hand before her making herself become invisible. As she faded from sight her colors fell to the ground where she stood. No longer seen, Andy trudged off toward the main hall. She should of gone to the medical hut but she knew who'd be there and wasn't in the mood to deal with her either.
Once Andy reached the main hall, she walked through the doors and went into the kitchen. She grabbed a kitchen towel and made her way over to the fridge. She took a handful of ice and wrapped it in the towel. With a sigh, she made her way back out onto the porch and took a seat with her feet on the step below her. Andy carefully and slowly raised the ice to her nose, wincing at first from the pressure but allowed the cool to numb the pain.
She shifted so that her elbows rested on her knees while she still held the ice to her nose. Andy stared at her feet as everything began to sink in. How could everything at camp go from fine to hell in the matter of 24 hours? She was never the type of person to lash out or get overly emotional... But then here she was, mad at Ajax for things he did and didn't do in the past, regretting her night with him, furious that a single day can't go by where Ajax and Mason don't try to kill each other... And mad at herself. She was a shit girlfriend and a shit friend. Andy could barely stomach to look at her boyfriend's sister for the past year and Mason has done more for her than anyone at camp.
Andy sighed, pulling the ice away from her face to stare down at the blood stained towel. What was happening to her?
"Just let it be a death bed, Ajax and we'll move on." Mason spoke toward Ajax. Then he directed his words toward Alex. "And you, I didn't even tell the whole camp you're a murderous psycho bitch who slaughtered my sister which is the truth." He moved toward Alex, in front of Andy as she stood there silent just watching. "And I haven't lied to anyone. I never claim to be a saint. Never claim to be a victim."
Andy met Mason's gaze when he looked back toward her. "You two can't save anyone. Where's your exes, Ajax?..." The rest of what he said faded off as Andy focused on those words. As much as she didn't want to admit it, have they saved anyone aside from each other? Mason had saved her countless times. He helped her with the minotaur, went back to the underworld for her, used his wish on her... Had Ajax ever saved her?
Her attention was brought back to the present when she saw Alex walk off. She half expect the girl to lash out at Andy after what she said, but instead she just left. Part of her felt bad but not as much as she was tired of this feud and people thinking Mason is a monster for a rational reaction to his sister being murdered. But what happened next, she didn't expect. Ajax looked right at her and said two simple words, "Shut up."
Just those two words made her jaw drop slightly as she stared at him. Everything Ajax began to say toward Mason was white noise in her ears. Andy was over this... all of it. As they were both distracted, she waved her hand before her making herself become invisible. As she faded from sight her colors fell to the ground where she stood. No longer seen, Andy trudged off toward the main hall. She should of gone to the medical hut but she knew who'd be there and wasn't in the mood to deal with her either.
Once Andy reached the main hall, she walked through the doors and went into the kitchen. She grabbed a kitchen towel and made her way over to the fridge. She took a handful of ice and wrapped it in the towel. With a sigh, she made her way back out onto the porch and took a seat with her feet on the step below her. Andy carefully and slowly raised the ice to her nose, wincing at first from the pressure but allowed the cool to numb the pain.
She shifted so that her elbows rested on her knees while she still held the ice to her nose. Andy stared at her feet as everything began to sink in. How could everything at camp go from fine to hell in the matter of 24 hours? She was never the type of person to lash out or get overly emotional... But then here she was, mad at Ajax for things he did and didn't do in the past, regretting her night with him, furious that a single day can't go by where Ajax and Mason don't try to kill each other... And mad at herself. She was a shit girlfriend and a shit friend. Andy could barely stomach to look at her boyfriend's sister for the past year and Mason has done more for her than anyone at camp.
Andy sighed, pulling the ice away from her face to stare down at the blood stained towel. What was happening to her?
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Now it was just a waiting game. Sloane perched herself atop a bolder near the base of the tree where the flag resided. She crossed her legs underneath her frame, resting her hands in her lap. She glanced over toward Ji-Hyun as he leaned against a tree and crossed his arms. "Right," he responded to her comment, glancing around at their surroundings. "I think I can take anyone that gets too close, as long as they don't snap me, as I said before. How far can your, ah, illusions reach? Because, if you could plant a few flags around the area, or even a few of those beasts to keep any approaching Trojan occupied for a little while, it could buy us more time. Or you could just mask our flag from their sight. Is that cheating?"
Sloane glanced down at her hands. "Umm... it's stronger the closer I am to someone. If I could sneak up behind them I could give them the illusion of being robbed of their senses, or an invisible beast or something. If they're too far away... I'll just make them get angry and fight their own teammates." She then looked up at the flag, then back down at him with a slight smile. "And yes, I do believe that would be cheating."
Her gaze fell to her twiddling fingers as Ji-Hyun spoke again. "Sorry. I might be accused of not pulling my weight if I didn't try to make this a little harder for the Trojans. So now that's out of the way - how are you? I don't see you socialising much around camp - can't say the same for your brother." Sloane raised her gaze to meet his as he shrugged. "But I have little to complain about, I could say the same for myself. How are you adjusting?"
"How am I?"' Sloane wasn't used to be asked questions like that. Usually no cared. "My brother and I... Are very different," she concluded from his statement, although it wasn't like that was new information. "But, I'm fine. Camp is... different," she admitted to him. "I'll adjust soon enough." Sloane gave a weak attempt at a smile as her fingers twiddled in her lap.
Now it was just a waiting game. Sloane perched herself atop a bolder near the base of the tree where the flag resided. She crossed her legs underneath her frame, resting her hands in her lap. She glanced over toward Ji-Hyun as he leaned against a tree and crossed his arms. "Right," he responded to her comment, glancing around at their surroundings. "I think I can take anyone that gets too close, as long as they don't snap me, as I said before. How far can your, ah, illusions reach? Because, if you could plant a few flags around the area, or even a few of those beasts to keep any approaching Trojan occupied for a little while, it could buy us more time. Or you could just mask our flag from their sight. Is that cheating?"
Sloane glanced down at her hands. "Umm... it's stronger the closer I am to someone. If I could sneak up behind them I could give them the illusion of being robbed of their senses, or an invisible beast or something. If they're too far away... I'll just make them get angry and fight their own teammates." She then looked up at the flag, then back down at him with a slight smile. "And yes, I do believe that would be cheating."
Her gaze fell to her twiddling fingers as Ji-Hyun spoke again. "Sorry. I might be accused of not pulling my weight if I didn't try to make this a little harder for the Trojans. So now that's out of the way - how are you? I don't see you socialising much around camp - can't say the same for your brother." Sloane raised her gaze to meet his as he shrugged. "But I have little to complain about, I could say the same for myself. How are you adjusting?"
"How am I?"' Sloane wasn't used to be asked questions like that. Usually no cared. "My brother and I... Are very different," she concluded from his statement, although it wasn't like that was new information. "But, I'm fine. Camp is... different," she admitted to him. "I'll adjust soon enough." Sloane gave a weak attempt at a smile as her fingers twiddled in her lap.