Camp Peril discussion

This is where campers go to train with close-range combat weapons. Swords, daggers, knives, etc; it's all here. It's a wide, open space, with a few arenas for fighting and a few punching bags here and there.

((Hi!))

Sophia came here.
“Oh, hi, ash! Hey, Hannah!”

((Sorry 😁))
“Indeed.”
Ash grabbed his (insert weapon of choice) and faced Hannah .

“What’re you doing?”

“Training. You?” Ashton asked Sophia.

“Hi! Nope. Helping kids who need help.”

Harley walks out into the arena she twirled a dagger between her finger. Her hair was in a high ponytail and she wore and black leather jacket and black tank top, with black leggings

((O, we doin’ da descriptions? It’s on.))
Sophia shrugged. Her plait went swish-swish-swish, side by side.
She looked down at her jeans. There was a small key ring hanging there.
Who knew why she put it there.

(XD)

Rachel (YesiAmAmortalOracleGetUsedToIt) wrote: "((O, we doin’ da descriptions? It’s on.))
Sophia shrugged. Her plait went swish-swish-swish, side by side.
She looked down at her jeans. There was a small key ring hanging there.
Who knew why sh..."


Harley heard something behind her and turned she smiled when she saw Sophia "Hey," she says

I gtg. Remind me to rp tomorrow.//

“Hi! Need help?” She asks

Higanbana sits atop the arena wall, the wind buffeting her hair.

“You too! Also, need help?” She asks Higanbana.

She slid down, as if sticking to the wall. "No. I'm fine ma'am thank you." She walked past Sophia and observed a punching bag.

She turned and wrapped her fists in some sort of protective bandage. Then, she started rapidly punching the bag, her blow landing efficiently and properly.

Rachel (YesiAmAmortalOracleGetUsedToIt) wrote: "“Hi! Need help?” She asks"

Harley shrugs "Um not really," she says "I kinda got daggers down," she adds and pulls out two daggers she spins around throwing the dagger at a target it hit straight in the bullseye

Higanbana kept hitting the bag, her face melding into some sort of steely seriousness. She bounces around the bag, still punching it.

Harley looked at the other girl "You ok?" she asks,

“Me?” Sophia asked.

"Yes. I'm fine, if you were asking me." She continues to attack the equipment, somehow not out of stamina.

Suddenly Hermes’s face appeared on the ground.
“Ohhhh, it’s an Iris message,” Sophia said, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah,” Hermes said. “Athena and me are having a big battle. Might wanna take cover. Oh, and, TAKE MY SIDE!”
With that, he disappeared.

"Oh so it's escalated. Great." Higanbana takes no breaks from assaulting the punching beg, despite her fists being all bloodied up.

Sophia sighed.

She spun quickly around the bag again, punching it rapidly. A large centipede inched it's way up her leg but Higanbana didn't seem to notice.

“Um, anything wrong?” Sophia asked nervously.

“Nooooooo!” Sophia sobbed. She walked off, before crying at her cabin

She’s in her cabin now//

She stopped attacking the punching bag for a moment. "A war huh? Sounds like my kinda thing." She chuckled and reached down to hold the centipede. "Hey little guy!" She placed it on her arm and started to unwrap her fists. The wrap was nearly gone from how much she punched the equipment. She threw the bloody bandages into a nearby trash can and winced, watching small drops of blood splat on the dust. "That's gonna hurt worse tomorrow." She mumbled and started to walk away, not bothering to fix her hands or anything.

Ash looked between Hannah and Enigma.
“Am I missing something here, or…?”

Ash smirked.
“If this war includes wreaking havoc on Camp Secret, then I’m in.”

“We’re pissing him off? Oh, I am SO in. But I would like to wreak havoc on Camp Secret. Please, thank you.”

Maverick walked into the training room He carried his swords at his side, unattached from his back. He watched the people in the training room as he rapped his hands in boxing cloth.

“I never listened to Hermes anyway,” Ash responded smoothly.

“Bates.”

Ash walked over to al wall and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched some of the other campers train.

“Afraid not,” Ash told Spray. “We came in together, but she seems to have vanished with the winds.”

Ash shrugged and climbed on the horse’s ((I think?)) back.
“Why not,” he said, holding on to the horse’s ((?)) mane tightly.

((Bai!))

Higanbana's knuckles had already healed. She bounced around the punching bag, landing heavy and controlled hits. Her punches were quick, powerful and precise. She landed a specific hit on the bag and it flew backwards, nearly coming off the chain. She hopped back a pace as it came back down. She steadied it. one, one, four. Two punches from her right hand and a crossover from her left.