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Eventually the other guy decided he had enough training and seemed to wanted to chat instead. She ignored him for a moment, finishing up a series of blocks and faints to a forward thrust. She kept her stance for a hot second, realizing her spear was not on level with the ground as she originally intended. Frowning a little, she retracted her spear and thrusted again. Two repeats in, a cart was pushed inside the arena, sporting a really large crate. One that was big enough to cover the demigod doing all the heavy lifting. The real kicker was the song that was playing as the clanging crate, filled with what was more likely than not weapons, was rolled in.

Atalanta watched the scene unfold, leaning on her spear now propped up. Her eyebrows were slightly raised in disbelief of what she was witnessing. If anything, the song was appropriate and catchy. However for some reason, the guy jumped in surprise, which caused Atalanta to laugh "Aren't you a jumpy fellow?" She commented teasingly before turning her attention to the question the girl asked. "Whatcha got there? I could use my own equipment soon."

Spear resting on her shoulder and shield hanging losely at her side, Atalanta made her way over with curiosity. "I'm Atalanta, to answer your question. From Cabin 5." She said, to the other guy, briefly turning her back towards him. "I also appreciate it when people don't interrupt me mid-training." She added that tidbit of information for future refference for the both of them.

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Atalanta was steadily getting the hang of living at Camp Halfblood. It certainly did help that her father was the god of war and thus she was quick to pick up on the combating aspect of it all. Being athletic also did her a great favor when she first started the drills with Chiron and the rest of the demigods. It was a harsh regiment, but Atalanta was happy to be able to keep up from square one. The rest of it was like any other summer Camp... well at least if you counted out the supernatural, like taking history lessons from satyrs, said history being what you once considered mythology and having to fight monsters that can only be killed by a special kind of metal.

She made a mental note to make a sword one of these days. One she could take with her when she got back out on the world again. Or maybe a spearhead? That way she could use it as a knife or put it on a wooden shaft and have a spear for longer range. Shaking her head, she went over to one of the weapon racks and grabbed a shield and a spear, testing them for comfort before moving away. She really needed to get her own weapons at some point. She ought to enlist the help of one of the Hephaestus Kids, but for now it was training time.

She made her way over to an open area close to the dummies and started warming up. Now for a daughter of Ares, warming up actually meant going through the basic stands without an enemy first and then with an enemy, a dummy or ideally another demigod or monster. But warming up didn't mean that she was taking it easy. Her thrusts were quick and precise. Her shield was kept close and when moved, as if to knock an imaginary enemy out, it was fast and strong. Atalanta had to admit that spears and shields were her favorite so far with archery being her worst.She didn't bother the blonde that was practising close by. The destroyed dummy at his feet meant that he was here to train seriously and Hades she knew nobody liked to be bothered when serious about training. She would've punched the person if she was interrupted.

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If anything, Atalanta had seen it coming. She knew she was open while out of balance and that Daphne was, more likely than not, going to take advantage of it. Still that didn't mean that Atalanta was going to be able to effectively block or avoid the hit. All she managed to do was to instinctively put up her Shotokan defense, blocking part of the blow with her arm instead of her sword.

It wasn't a good idea. In fact it was a terrible one, but Atalanta hadn't thought as she moved. It came naturally. She hissed and grunted as the metal made contact with her arm with a loud smacking noise. The good news were, she had managed to find her balance again. The bad news? It hurt so much that it felt like herleft forearm was on fire. But despite the pain there was fire in her eyes. She was determined to finish this fight and she wasn't willing to lose. Even if her opponent was supposedly the best swordfighter in camp and she was clearly a beginner. She hadn't backed down when she was chased by monsters she couldn't kill so she wasn't going to back out of this training exercise either.

With her feet now firmly on the ground and with some distance between them, as she had been forced to stumble back due to the hit, Atalanta raised her sword up again, point facing Daphne. "Bring it!" She told the daughter of Zeus,confident look masking the pain that was still clear in her eyes. Left hand kept firmly to her side, Atalanta's attitude had drastically changed. She would take the defensive approach and wait for an opening. Instead of moving around, she merely monitored Daphne's stance so she would be able to respond to her rather than try and outsmart her. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

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Atalanta had finally gotten around getting one of Camp's orange T-shirts, only it was a tank top instead. One pocket of her cargo pants held Lycaon's leash, another had a waterbottle and a chocolate bar, while several dog treats rested in her back pockets. Today she planned on training Lycaon, since they hadn't had a proper training session in a month to say the least. If she wanted Lycaon to grow up to be obedient and help her out when it boiled down to fighting,
she needed to start now. Figuring out the Lake could provide a good space for them, away from the most crowded areas,
she headed there.

It was a good plan. Until Lycaon bolted ahead of her, barking excitedly and wagging his tail like a maddog. "Oh boy..." Atalanta sighed as she noticed the larger german shepherd that was just getting out of the lake with a tennis ball in its mouth. The black pup was quick to attempt a play date with the larger dog and Atalanta looked around to see a girl in bikini a couple of steps away from the two dogs. "Hey is that dog yours?" She asked.
Atalanta

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Atalanta felt something cold and damp bump on her arm and she was slightly pushed to the side. She knew that drill. That was a dog. "Not now Lycaon." She said, voice slightly hoarse as she lifted her head from its hiding spot. Being greeted by a large head of golden fur, Atalanta tried to jump back on instinct but the hard bark behind her reminded her where she was. Nothing was going to ambush her here. She was safe from monsters here.

The arrival of the dog's owner, Atalanta sifted to a more upright position and ruffled Freddie's neck fur with one hand, quickly trying to wipe away the tears with the other but to no avail. Her eyes were already red and her cheeks were soaked from tears. "It's... It's okay. For a moment I thought it was my pup, but he is too big to be a puppy." She smiled at the dog, avoiding to make eye-contact with the other girl. Atalanta didn't remember seeing her before and the fact she had managed to sneak up on the daughter of Ares bothered her. So she kept petting the golden retriever instead.

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So Daphne had been able to block her little attack and had immediately sifted to push Atalanta back. The daughter of Ares had not been ready for this. She had always thought that trying to knock an opponent off balance was something more common in martial arts and not in swordfights. Sure she had seen movies with swordfighting in them, but she knew most of the choreographies were there to look pretty rather than realistic. So she stumbled back a couple of steps,
sword slightly to the side as she tried to regain her footing.

Perhaps she had to change tactics? Opt for a more rooted style, since it was apparent she was better with her hand movements rather than her footwork. That's what she debated as she tried to bring herself back in balance and into the offensive again.

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