𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘 ! ━ 𝙋. 𝙅𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙎𝙊𝙉

ii.

wanna know a way how to not feel bored? for those with adhd, it may be a convenient suggestion. especially if you were a demigod at camp half-blood.

if you're plagued by boredom, just go to the arena and beat the living shits out of your opponent.

at least that is what marcel sadowski's friend, clarisse la rue, said.

if you thought it through, it made sense. you wouldn't feel bored. you would improve your fighting skills. and there was a chance of facing someone who annoyed you - just imagine roughing up a dull-witted bitch who infuriated you to no end. or better yet, a bunch of empty-headed twerps.

appealing, wasn't it?

for marcel, it was more than delightful.

so that was the reason why he was at the camp half-blood's arena. the full name was the sword fighting arena, but that wouldn't be all that accurate. there were loads of demigods who, in fact, did not use swords, so everyone just agreed to call it 'arena'.

the arena looked like an amphitheater. it was circular, with a central space used by campers to duel and practice, surrounded by tiers of marble seats for those who were either resting or simply watching others train. straw dummies with greek armor were scattered all over the ground. some of them were in good condition and actually looked like warriors, but the others... didn't.

so here marcel sadowski was, taking clarisse la rue's advice.

he stood in the middle of the amphitheater with victoria fischer, daughter of apollo, in front of him. she had short, blonde hair, a slim build, and was around his age. oh, and she was utterly annoying. normally, marcel had nothing against the children of the sun god. most of them were sweethearts. but victoria fischer was more than infuriating.

"oi, sadowski," another thing about victoria was that she refused to say his last name correctly. "why haven't you started yet? don't tell me you're scared?"

"as if i ever would be scared of a blobfish like you, fischer," he sneered.

with a holler, she charged at marcel with her xiphos in both hands. it was a short (around twenty inches), double-edged sword that was supposed to be used by one hand only. the boy smirked at the fact.

he adjustied his grip on his dory, an ancient greek spear. it was less than six feet in length. the point was leaf-shaped, and the rear was capped with a spike - both of them were made of celestial bronze. the handle was made of ash, also known as fraxinus. it wasn't his ideal weapon. it was a little too heavy, which led to straining his arms when he first got it. but after three years of continuous use of the weapon, wielding the spear didn't take a toll on him all that much.

victoria lunged at him with her sword. effortlessly blocking her with the handle of the spear, marcel shoved her back. he swung his weapon. the power of momentum made the apollo girl loose her balance for a second.