FALLING - Clarisse La Rue

2- Sword Fights

-Sword fights-

After Clarisse had said that, Kayla simply huffed and decided to carry on with her wandering around the medical wing. Nothing much, just seeing what she could find. Turns out the guy that Clarisse was in here for, had already been in. The reason Kayla never realised was because he was asleep, and not willingly asleep. Like... knocked out asleep. She didn't recognise him. And his black, swollen, bloody eye made it even harder to identify him.

It made her feel a little bit better that she had only verbally butchered Kayla.

So did happily get a good nights sleep. Clarisse had seemed to have walked out in the middle of the night. The bed was unmade and anyone could be sure she wouldn't be coming back at nine in the morning now to fix it up.

Kayla walked out of the medical wing, going straight to the Hermes cabin to get fresh clothes and freshen up all together. Today was Malcolm's sword practice, so she made her way down to the fighting grounds to find him already there. He noticed her straight away, and immediately took in her new look of broken knuckles.

She looked around while making her way towards him, today was pretty quiet, the only other people here were two others all the way down at the end.

"Wow. I love the new fashion statement. Where'd you get it from?" Malcolm looked down at Kaylas bandaged knuckle with a grin.

"Yeah, me too. Why don't I just show you how I got it?"

He chuckled and came towards Kayla, sheathing his sword.

"Are you sure you want to be here? It's not like you can exactly fight me."

"Nah, I'll be fine, you're always cheering me on, I'll do the same."

"Well, I am honoured."

"Your gonna need a new fighting companion for the next few days though. Well, the ambrosia will speed up the process. It'll be healed in two days or so."

He disregarded Kayla, and walked back to his puncture-props with a smile on his face, putting a hand on one of the props shoulders.

"Nah, I'll be good. Got these buddies and a good friend to cheer me on. Right?"

"You bet."

She smiled at him softly and walked to the other side of the fighting ground.

"Ready?" Kayla asked. Malcolm took his stance and unsheathed his sword. Ready to make his way quickly through the puncture props- that's what he liked to call them, Kayla soon adapted to the name, too.

"You're the only one doing sword practice?"

This voice didn't come from Malcolm nor her. It came from behind us both. A very familiar, rough voice that could only belong to the head of Ares cabin: Clarisse.

Kayla quickly turned with a confused look on my face, and so did Malcolm.

"Sherman told me he'd meet for a final. You've got to be joking me."

Kay gave her look of questioning, and Malcom did the same.

"Shermans still knocked out cold all the way up there-" She started, coming quieter towards the end. Sarcasm always seeped through her voice, it got her in bad places often. This is one of those often moments, for example.

"Athenas' kids are on training grounds today unless your practicing in a small group." Malcolm enquired. While Clarisse just scoffed and came closer.

"Well, I'm practicing, aren't I?"

The girl took her spear off her back and walked slowly over to Malcom, trying to intimidate him. She took a stern look at him, focused completely.

He wasn't intimidated. Not in the slightest. Ever since Kayla came here, she had noticed he was always one to stand up for himself. The names he was called and the treatment he got yet it seemed like he never cared what they said. It stopped eaely on when Kayla arrived at camp- since this was when she first befriended malcolm and politely told them all to back off.