Roleplay:Main Forum/Training Arena/Raeyn and Wil Hodown

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Wil: He brandished his sword, quickly taking cover in a tree. The skies were his friend

Raeyn: Nervously fiddling her fingers, Raeyn peered curiously at her surroundinggs. The forest was lush and practically oozing of plant life - perfect for camoflage and plenty of hidey holes. She was dressed lightly in her armor, her belt secured tightly around her waist. Approximately a dozen throwing knives hung from it, and a few odds and ends such as gasoline, dry ice, and some duct tape. Her fingers tapped once against her left palm, and her gunongs shimmered into existence, balancing perfectly into her hands. Trudging noiselessly onward, she carefully kept herself in the shadows.

Wil: He kept a watch for the girl, hoping to catch her by surprise. He stood motionless on the shaded branch.

Raeyn: Raeyn wasn't dense. Her opponent was a son of Zephyrus, as far as she knew, and it would be suicide to keep to the open areas. No, she scuttled along the dark corners, maneuvering her way through the thick foliage. In the open, she was as good as a squirrel in the claws of an eagle. But here? She glanced around the compacted area. They were on even footing. Focusing, she tensed and waited for any out-of-the-way sound that could alert her to his presence.

Wil: He knew she was a daughter of Athena, and would be smart. For him though, his best strategy was to stick with his elements. He figured she would analyze whatever information given on himself to help take him down. It seemed this would be a game of waiting, watching, and patients. He would need to be careful to control his urges.

Raeyn: Underestimating the opponent was dangerous. Overestimating was equally so. Shinnying up a tree stealthily, Raeyn tested her weight against the branch before looking to see if there were any odd disturbances. Her strategy was simple, easy, and effective: attack, move back to hiding, and attack again. Head on battling wasn't her style. What was it called again? Oh, yes, guerilla warfare.

Wil: He stood in wait, knowing she would come for him.

Raeyn: Bracing herself, she leaped lightly to the next tree, soaring through the air for a brief moment before landing impossibly on her feet, her weight barely even making the branch sway. She'd seen Minka do it for long periods of time, hardly even running out of breath, and she'd asked how to do so. It hadn't been easy. She kept falling off branches and being forced to summon pumpkins to slow her fall, but that was another story. Her dark eyes narrowed as she spotted something move almost imperceptibly in the distance.

Wil: He continued to stand still. Life wanting to be in the army taught him discipline. He knew when attack came to shove, he would be prepared.

Raeyn: Leaping from tree branch to tree branch with impeccable stealth wasn't easy. Every few yards Raeyn had to pause to catch her breath. She could finally spot a figure standing motionlessly in the distance. Weren't most demigods ADHD? How could he just stand there? Nevertheless, she pressed on, the wind whipping at her face as she nimbly traipsed along the narrow shafts of the boughs.

Wil: His anxiety, ADHD, and longing.....longed to escape. But he held firm. He knew it was what his mom would do. He supposed all his energy would be unleashed n the girl. If not, where else? He sees a figure from below, moving towards him. He wouldn't have noticed, had it not been for his careful whatch. She was really near now, about three trees away. She would be coming. He waited.

Raeyn: She immaculately landed just two branches below the boy. She looked up, frowning strangely at her adversary. He hadn't moved a single inch all this time. She was supposed to be going for attack and hide, but she decided to stall for a moment. Staring intently at him, she asked, "How can you stand so still? I'm not even ADHD, just seriously impatient, and I can't do that."