Roleplay:Main Forum/Training Arena/Not Chicken Wings

There was no training for the Hades cabin today. Minka didn't run her cabinmates to the ground; she only did that to herself. She had to. No other way she could've gotten where she was if she hadn't. Running a free hand down the spine of her bow, she stood in front of the arena entrance as if she were sipping some nice hot drink. She'd met Philippe some time ago and while they were worlds apart, he'd needed a sparring partner and she'd been unpreoccupied. Being a head counsellor was all she had to do in this camp after being unceremoniously summoned back from her dinky place at NYC, so she'd been using her free time for training... training... training... and training. It wasn't like there was anything else worthwhile to do in this place. Today she was dressed lightly, the only armor on her was padding her knees and exposed elbows. Standard orange T-shirt, shorts, a pair of leggings, and absolutely nothing to block her from the December cold. Birthday girls dressed how they want, but Minka didn't give two shits about that and did it every day. It was already an athletic feat to not be shuddering where she stood.