- This arena is essentially a small abandoned city, overgrown with vegetation and some of the buildings crumbling in decay.
- Located in the middle of the arena is a small abandoned park, with a pond
- This arena has all the typical things you'd find in an abandoned overgrown city, everything from flat surfaces to small buildings to tall skyscrapers, some crumbling, some still standing, lots of dark places to hide, including an underground subway tunnel. There are abandoned cars, and things can still be found within the buildings, perhaps even a few stray cats or dogs, or some smaller creatures such as rats and spiders.
- The arena is open to the sky and elements
- This arena also possesses a more rural arena, possessing large mansions, estates and houses.
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.
The brainiac had managed to compartmentalize his life enough to find a day where he didn't have clubs, school, homework, or projects to attend. Finally, he could see to his demigod needs and shape up the body he had carefully shaped during his teenage years. Minka seemed like an interesting character and quite possibly the perfect person to keep him on his toes. The training is meant to be casual, so Philippe is dressed in one of his red Death Note hoodies and loose black sweat pants, but does have a light breast plate over his hoodie and a skateboard helmet. Philippe pushes up his glasses as he glances around the stadium, not seeing Minka. At this point he's made his way up the roof of one of the abandoned buildings in order to get a better perspective of the city. If I were her, where would I go? The question is made more difficult by him knowing next to nothing about the daughter of Hades.
This arena reeked of decay. She couldn't stretch out her metaphysical fingers and not feel it. While she had scoped it out at night too many times before, it was different to have sensory information on hand. She'd started making her way to the subway as discreetly as possible. Footsteps were awfully hard to disguise in such an empty place, so she trod on paths and places where it could've easily been mistaken for rats. While certainly not having hygiene her best interest at heart, she avoided the worse parts of the city. Camo was great and all, but getting the smell of sewage out of her clothes was a task she abhorred. Open spaces she turned away from completely - that would leave her open to aerial fire. She personally preferred being the one behind it. With how she was, that was easier thought of than done. The quiver on her back was more of an afterthought than anything; she didn't think she would be firing at anything in this spar. Because even if Philippe was visually impaired, stealing his glasses were unlikely to help her.
He dances his head from side to side, thinking. As they'd met at the entrance, he knew what she'd had on, just as equally she'd known what he had on. He weighs the sword in his hand, looking at it's plainness. If he were to do anything with the weapons at hand (literally), he would need to reduce to short range combat. She had arrows, meaning it's likely she's taken higher ground as well. That's what he hopes, and that he's chosen higher ground than her, to spot her before she spots him. Hm. Philippe decides that his next step will be to Home Alone his location, in case he can lure her into his home ground. He walks down a flight, finds a map of the building, and memorizes all of the entries and exits. Then he begins setting up traps using the everyday items around the building, despite their rust and rot.