xxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
xxx Daughter of Ares | Outfit | #461f4b
xxxxxx R A E xx M E A D O W S
xx Daughter of Artemis | Outfit | #FF0064
Wes even took a moment in the fight to glance at Trinity and flash a little smirk and wink, which while it fueled her with just a bit of pride and she could feel herself gush inside, she was more inclined to rise to her feet and point in the arena and shout for him to focus. It went on for a bit, Trinity nonetheless intrigued and judging her boyfriend's and the opponent's fight. But there had to be a winner and a loser, and Wes took the defeat. Trinity watched him travel all the way back to her, matching his smile then looked forward.
"Well, I used pheromones. Does that count?"
Trinity shook her head slowly with a slight smile but not in a disapproving way. More that she had painted such a stigma to herself that she was gonna grill his fighting style upon return. And really, he was on point about it. "I actually thought you did really well." She turned to him and smiled. Somewhere Trinity could even appreciate how much less effort it was to nestle into a guy and make him pass out rather than have to punch their lights out. And she didn't know the whole extent of Wes's powers and pheromones but again, less physical effort and an asset to the battlefield nonetheless.
Far less endearing was Liam, showing them how itās done. Swift and to the point as ever although a certain suspense continued as he stood over his helpless victim. Rather than pummel him and break a bone or two-hundred and six, he chose to leave. But she should thank him for reminding her how much more satisfying it is to deck a moron.
A few more spars followed and then...well, why cause a lull? Trinity clapped a hand down on Wesās knee before rising. "Black," she announced, making her way to the arena and holding it up.
Of all that remained, she got the daughter of Artemis. Trinity changed her stance to face the red-head side on as the arena shifted to cater for their needs. The women didnāt require much; a simple weapons rack and the vast open space of the gladiatorial floor.
Rae couldnāt remember if she had ever met Trinity, but the blonde looked unassuming. Yet, sheās also the Daughter of Ares, and after Liamās less than spectacular but somehow still brutal performance with regards to Lochlanās brief catnap, the Daughter of Artemis was not thrilled. At all. However, in the spirit of awesome girl power, she hoped to at least put on a show for their awaiting audience. Sheād come out on the losing end, most likely, but sheād learn a thing or two. Rae didnāt believe in complete failures, just really hard - or in this case - painful lessons.
Not the kind to wait for the opponent to strike first or get the upper hand, Trinity struck out a kick for Raeās legs followed by a combo of punches aiming high and low. She knew throwing any opponent off balance or on the defense straight away was useful but especially these Artemis spawns so the assault continued.
Rae was not a helpless girl, and she did know a thing or two about fighting. She held up her fists and forearms to her face, but Trinityās blows were knocking back said appendages back into her face anyway. None of the blocking with either her legs, hands, or arms was going particularly well, and she was having a hard time staying on her feet. She could bound and duck and side-step, but only for so long. She was not about to win a bout of physical fighting with the Daughter of Ares.
In the flurry of assaults and defensive maneuvering, the panting redhead managed to somehow create some space. She couldnāt remember how only that sheās relieved to take a real breath and not hard panting and grunts. She know that Trinity wasnāt going all-in on her, or sheād have been floored like Lochlan already.
It was time. Raeās eyes turned from their bright hazel to amber and very feline-like. The sounds that came from her body would be very audible - cracking of bones, shifting of organs, sprouting of hair, and the womanās own throat crying out from all the pain. It was not easy to shift. From two-legged Demigod, she was now on all fours sporting a yellowish-brownish coat and a dark brown mane as the notorious king of the jungle - a lion. On all fours, the beast was a little over four feet and 500 pounds. It wasnāt amazing, but eh - it was the best she could do under all of the pressure. She roared loudly, then began to run at Trinity like prey. If the Ares child didnāt move out of the way quickly enough, sheād be pounced on, mauled, and bitten wherever Rae could sink the lionās teeth and claws into.
It took Trinity a beat, somewhere between horrified and awe-struck to experience the transition up close, before she snatched up a sword from the rack to face the menacing roaring beast. She dove out of the way of the lionās path, barely missing tooth and claw, heart-racing wildly. But it also excited her. It adrenalized her. She slashed at Rae being met with another display of large teeth that could easily rip her to shreds.
Humans were easier. Alert animals were harder to maneuver around and stab Trinity had come to learn quickly. Every plunge of the blade set for the large cat seemed to whiz by, merely trimming the mane, if anything, or the attack had to be withdrawn or diverted quickly to dodge her opponent's new array of natural weaponry. Still, Trinity couldn't do much else until she could obtain some range. However, trying to buy time became costly when Rae viciously swiped out and clawed her arm. Trinity instinctually lashed out in turn, hoping to inflict her own wound or at least slow the opponent in some form.
Trinityās blade sliced open the lionās shoulder, and there was a very cat-like yelping. If it could be called a yelp at all. It was a pained noise, nonetheless, with blood pebbling through its coat and quickly dripping to the sandy arena floor. But the lion was not too perturbed, as it was, after all - an animal. It saw Trinity as prey, even though it would find out soon enough that Trinity, was in fact, the predator. The animalistic brain did not realize that fast enough.
The crimson streaks drifting down from the blondeās arm didnāt bother her in the slightest. And she wasnāt one to tend to injuries first. A new heat and love of battle could be seen flickering in her eyes, the first sign of ration leaving her. She spun away from the animal, sword twirling with her to threaten hot pursuit and with just enough space, raised her unarmed hand, palm upwards to conjure several weapons that would rain down on Rae if close enough. Not looking to control the conjured weapons, they plummeted downwards from where they temporarily spawned, whether serving as a piercing assault or distraction, Trinity swiftly rounded them and yanked the lionās thick mane to the side to lower the head and avoid those teeth and threw a muscular leg over the broad shoulders.
The daughter of Ares was too strong for the lion. A few of the weapons that rained down pierced and maimed it. In a strange display, it attempted to buck Trinity off - but it was to no avail. Not that it meant the lion would submit just yet. There had to be a way to get this woman off of it, but damn if she wasnāt strong as hell. Much stronger than a mere beast.
The scene looked like a wicked though odd rodeo, Trinity trying to stay in position and wrestle control over Rae, who was in fact a large lion, onto her side and into submission. "Come on," she growled to herself. While trying to get the wild girl down, Trinity was also trying to juggle lion anatomy to know where the hell to attack to force forfeit.
"Fuck it. " Trinity grasped the jugular abruptly like her own hands were snakes, her fingertips the sharp fangs, her arms possessing the strength of a python and she held on with all her might.
The lion roared loudly and bucked back until it was on its two hind legs. The noise could have shaken the arena with its echo, but metaphorically so. It was loud. With Trinity still grappling it from behind, the creatureās back hit the ground pretty hard, eventually rolling onto its back.
Trinity didnāt cease her hold on the daughter of Artemisās neck, it mightāve loosened but it wasnāt released until everything shifted to normal. No more weapon racks, no distortion of environment and no more lion. What she held onto became a naked red head causing Trinity to immediately release and shift away, flustered almost. "Sorry, " she said like she was somehow responsible for Raeās exposure. "That was a pretty good fight." Because boy did it give her more respect for the raw power of wildlife. She lingered for a moment wondering about her responsibility with a very vulnerable ex-opponent in the ring.
When all was said and done, and the arenaās magic faded away, a nude Rae was left on the ground. Rae knew that sheād be too exposed for some of these PG-13 Demigods, but as she stood up and dusted her rear end off, the woman clearly had no shame. The secondhand embarrassment from Trinity, however, did make the redhead crack a smile. "Likewise, girlie. It was a real treat. I do love to see a strong woman in action," she gave the Ares child a wink. "Donāt worry. The human body isnāt all that great. Seen one, seen them all, they say."
Blair wasn't interested in these silly duels in the slightest. To her advantage whomever her partner was hasn't stepped up, which meant she got to sit there enjoying the sun and a pouty man-child on her lap. She had been mindlessly twirling a lock of Nick's hair while zoning out for who knows how long. But the less than subtle gasps and hoard of men pushing their way past caught her attention. When she looked up she was surprised to see a fiery redhead standing stark nude in the center of the arena. It seemed every person with a dick was pushing people out of their way for a better view, but no one was helping her.
She scoffed, rolling her eyes at the baseness of the male species, before giving Nick a gentle nudge so he'd sit up. "Duty calls," she informed him while grabbing her purse and stealing his towel.
At first, Blair tried shoving her way past the ogling boys but didn't seem to be making any progress. So rather than waste more time, her form shifted until it was as tangible as mist. She looked as though anyone could reach out and touch her, but their hands could pass through her visage as if she were a hallucination. With no one to stand in her way, she walked through the stand as if they were empty, passing through people like they didnāt exist.
She didn't ask permission to enter the arena. Blair simply ascended the stairs and dared anyone try to stop her. She met Rae in the middle of the battleground with a friendly smile. "Here you go, honey," she said while holding out her purse toward the redhead. "I always carry a spare outfit." Once free of her bag, she took the stolen towel and held it up so that it at least covered the parts that matter. Blair heard some groans of disappointment behind her, but it only made her snicker. It was girl code. Like giving a girl a tampon when she asks without question, or pretending to be her friend when creepy guys were bothering her. Like an unwritten rule.
Rae wasnāt surprised that someone came to help her out, as it was just girl code. Not that sheād be upset at Trinity for the lack of offering any clothing. It was Raeās own fault that she was now standing here in the middle of the arena reaching out for the set of attire given to her by Blair. "Many thanks," she responded with a large and bright smile. She made sure to give Trinity one as well, so as to not leave her feeling any sort of way about this awkward situation.
She held up the clothing and tilted her head from side to side, "Fashionable choice. Iāll wash and bring it back to you later." That said, she just tugged everything on right there. No one at Camp should be very surprised by Raeās shamelessness.
That simple smile gave Trinity some assurance that she'd be fine with the aid she now received and Trinity gave a nod to the amber-haired one and returned to the stands by Wes. She just wrestled a fucking lion. And it was terrifying and awesome. And now there was the tail-end of a peep show. Only in Camp Athens.