training [clarisse]

Clarisse enjoyed training other campers – at least when they actually listened. It was frustrating when they didn’t seem to get the hang of things easily, but it was a challenge. And she loved a challenge. When she wasn’t training someone or working out herself, she was spending time with Chris, who she had been with for about three years. While the pain of losing Selina never went away, she felt blessed to have him still by her side.

Her mind was twisting and turning at a mile per second, like it had been since the day they found out about Camp Jupiter. She didn’t trust those Romans. The gods had kept them separated for a reason. And it wasn’t as if Greece and Rome had the greatest history record. Then there was that other camp. She wasn’t sure what the name of it was nor which gods the demigods belonged to. There was a rumor going around Camp Half-Blood that they had stumbled upon Egyptian demigods. But she wasn’t to know that for sure before jumping to any conclusions.

She had thought about convincing Chiron to let the camp send a small group – about three or so campers – to that new camp in order to learn more about them. She thought it best that the group would be made up of Cabin Leaders rather than some random campers. However, she had a feeling that Percy and Chiron would agree that her idea needed to be thought out more. If she had to, though, she’d take a group herself and scout out the new camp. She thought it was best for Camp Half-Blood.

Twirling a sword around in her hand, she made her way to the Arena. When she got there, she pulled her hair up in a ponytail. She looked up to see Sian there, a daughter of Hecate. She arched an eyebrow as she watched the girl pick up a sword only to drop it. Rolling her eyes, she strode over to her, her own sword in hand.

“Maybe you should stick to magic and potions,” she commented, though she wasn’t even sure if children of Hecate performed magic and made potions. Whatever they did was their own business. As long as it didn’t affect her, she had no desire to know. “I’m pretty sure Hogwarts is still accepting applicants.” She mentally winced at her own reference to that book series. She hadn’t ever read it or even seen the movies. But that kid of Apollo – Toby, was that his name? – had and he tended to talk a lot when they were sparing. She smirked to herself, remembering how she always beat him in a sword fight.

“I take it you don’t use a sword often,” the daughter of Ares added, placing a hand on her hip. If Sian needed help, she wouldn’t be against helping her. She may have been the camp bully, but anytime someone needed her instead of Jackson, she took pride in that. He was the ‘big hero’ and she was bitter over that. So she took pleasure in being able to help where he couldn’t.


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Clarisse rolled her eyes, knowing next to nothing about Harry Potter. It was a book series and a series of movies about magic. That was all she knew. She hoped Sian was joking about the bees, but just in case, she made a mental note to stay away from the daughter of Hecate whenever she had a potion with her. She figured she was joking, but she had never been the best at telling jokes.

She watched the sword lift itself, glad that Sian was able to do that and not accidentally send the sword flying into another camper – especially her. She would think with Sian’s gift in magic, she wouldn’t need to use a sword. Sian was the first child of Hecate she had gotten to know and she hadn’t been surprised by the magic. She had expected it, actually. Hecate was the goddess of magic. If a demigod didn’t have a knack for it, she would question whether the goddess was really their mother.

“I’m fine,” she answered matter-of-factly. She glanced to the weapons before looking to Sian. “How are you?” She had manners – or rather she knew what they were. She just picked and chose who she would be friendly to and who she wouldn’t be. Like Jackson or those Stoll clones – she would never ask them how they were because she didn’t care.

She frowned faintly as Sian started rambling, something she always found annoying when anyone but Chris or Selina would do it. Hardly anything Selina had done had annoyed her. “Spit it out already,” she grumbled irritably, trying not to snap the words out. She folded her arms across her chest and gave Sian a well? look. “I’m not busy, so what is it?”

If it was a request, then she had a right to decline. But if it was interesting or a challenge, she might consider obliging. She was also currently bored, her own sword in her hand. She needed something to do.


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She noticed Sian wince, having caused that reaction enough times to know it when she saw it. She glanced away, feeling ever-so-slightly guilty. She hadn’t meant to come off to Sian as a bitch. Clarisse’s eyebrows arched upward when she was asked to train the girl. She had no issue with training her – she just needed to access exactly how much training the daughter of Hecate needed. She briefly wondered if it had been Mr. D or Chiron to ‘ground’ her.

She subtly rolled her eyes as Sian began to ramble. She had a feeling that the girl and the clones could get along great. At her assumption that all she had to do was learn how to hold a sword and not die, the daughter of war smirked knowingly. Holding a sword could be a pain in the ass and even harder to learn than actual fighting. One had to find the right sword. A sword with the perfect weight to it. Beginners often had to use two hands to grasp a sword.

As she got bombarded with practically begging, she held up her hand to calm her down. “Sian, all you have to do is ask,” she stated matter-of-factly, “I don’t need your reasons.” She looked toward the weapons and grabbed a plain sword that had been forged in the armory specifically for practices and Capture the Flag. She moved it around, testing the weight. It seemed light enough for Sian.

“I’ll train you,” she added, putting on a smile. She didn’t mind training Sian. “No magic allowed, though. At all.” She stressed the last part. She didn’t want one of Sian’s magical attempts to blow up in their faces. She held out the hilt of the sword toward the demigod. “We’ll start by holding the sword. Don’t be ashamed if you have to use two hands.”

She figured she should explain why she chose the sword instead of a knife. “A knife is only so good in a battle. It’s good for close range, but you don’t want your opponent to get that close to you. A sword keeps them at bay, farther away.” She picked up her own sword and twirled it in the air gracefully.


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TAGGED:; @sian
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