Roleplay solos

Maleah, 1. Fight.

"That was terrible. Go again," he said sternly, looking down from his perch. I pursed my lips in concentration as I walked back to my starting point, my blue eyes flickering back to the figure in the gnarled pine tree. My instructor was tough, but he knew what he was doing. He was kind of a legend here, after all. 

I hefted my shield back into place, guarding my left center while my sword, though heavy and slightly unbalanced for me, was in the correct position to begin the drill I had been working hard on since dawn. I was sweaty and hungry, which would usually warrant at least one sassy remark, but I had to get this drill down. So I bit my tongue and crouched into my fighting stance before running down my target.

Shove with my shield, stab with my sword. It was simple but I was determined to get it down. I yanked the sword from its place in the dummy's chest, admiring my handiwork, somewhat proud of the fact that I had six spots of varying amounts of straw spilling out. I was small, and a fresh trainee, but I knew it was somewhat of an accomplishment. That was, until I turned to see my instructor coming at me with his sword drawn, ready to attack.

 I held up my shield just in time to deflect his blow, my body in shock. My mouth, however was not. "Hey what the Hades, man?!" I yelled, parrying yet another strike. "What in the gods name are you doing? You think it's a game, Maleah? In the middle of battle you WILL NOT have time to check the damage done to the enemy. If you take that time, you're freeing yourself to get sniped with a bow and arrow or have your-" he grunted, swinging his sword at me again- "HEART stabbed or your head cut off by a knife or sword. This is a drill fo-"

I didn't let him finish. I rammed into his chest with my shield before landing the flat of my blade against his, a massive clang ringing within the open arena. As gossipy as the dryads were, I knew we would have an audience within the next minute. "You ass, don't you think I know that?! You also apparently don't-" I grunted, raising my shield again to his blade, pushing my arm out to the side, moving his sword to the side to leave us both exposed. "You don't realize that up until you decided to attack me, I was alone on the field. As in, one on one. I'm pretty sure in one on one combat, that means if I KILL my opponent, there's nobody left to fight!" I yelled, bringing my knee up forcefully into his stomach.

I had clearly won the fight, but I was mad. I stomped over to my trainer, stabbing my sword into the ground near his head. Ignoring the murmuring crowd, I leaned down to stare him straight in the eye, his green ones holding defeat and a hint of pride and smugness. "If you ever attack me again, Percy Jackson, I will hand your ass to you harder than I just did. Bet on that," I hissed.

Percy looked up at me and with his infamously mischievous grin on his face he scrambled up to his feet. He took my hand and raised it above my head for the other campers and assorted couselors to see. "That, my friends, is how you fight." He laughed and turned to me, patting me on the back. "You did good, sis. How's about some pizza?" I grinned and pushed my hair from my face, unstrapping my shield. "If it's blue, I'm down."