Roleplay:Main Forum/Training Arena/Attempting to learn the Fight skills

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Jocasta: Keeping her head covered with her dark green cloak, Jocasta quietly walked into the arena. Dodona had been giving her a headache all night, pestering her to practice and be ready for battle, so she'd finally caved and decided to look for someone to train with. She took out her sword, feeling the weight in her hands and giving it a twirl.

Cynthia: Cynthia wandered into the Training Arena a bit nervous. She had only ever fought once before and it had not ended as she anticipated. Her hair was down her back but restrained in a loose ponytail. She looked around a bit as she debated on where to start.

Santos: Being told that he needed to participate and do something more productive, Santos made his way towards the Training Arena. He wore his normal tank top, jeans and jacket with one major addition ~ a CB sword sheathed at one side and a red spray can at the other. He soon arrived there on his board, a trail of dust behind him. Spotting other campers in the nearby vicinity, he suddenly skidded to a halt. "You here for Combat Training too?"

Jocasta: Jocasta looked over to see a tall boy who might've been a little underdressed for the weather, but hey, she was one to talk, relying on her heritage to keep her warm. "Oh, um, yes. I've been... told to come practice."

Cynthia: She looked up to see the pair, some of the only ones in the arena not already training and walks up. "Hello there! Are either of you up for some combat training? I havent been keeping up on my studies in that area."

Santos: "Ladies." He dismounted his board, leaving it to rest against him. "Same. So how do you propose we do this? I have to warn you; this isn't my shtick. Last time I got my ass handed to me by a load of stymphalian birds. Turns out getting knocked off a board at full speed hurts." He chuckles, trying to break the ice or at least melt some of it with his humor. "I'm Santos by the way. Son of Iris."

Jocasta: "Jocasta, daughter of Phlegethon and Oracle of Dodona." She smiled at Santos's attempts at humour. "I'm not exactly rusty, but I could use some more practice with this." She indicated her wooden blade, swishing it through the air.

Cynthia: She chuckles a bit at Santos' attempts at comedy. "Cynthaia of Athena Cabin. The last time I actually fought was a training route with a daughter of Arachne and thinks went a bit sideways when i made myself dizzy." She chuckles a bit at her own ineptitude at fighting. "But I'd like to get better at fighting so I can defend myself if and when I leave the camp."