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Atalanta took shrugged and took a bite from her food. "Maybe. But until last month The chances of ever having to punch a Cyclops in the eye or almost being killed by a Minotaur were non-existent. I wouldn't be surprised to see a bull on the loose." She commented on the girl's talk about chances and continued with her food, eyeing Lycaon from time to time to make sure the pup behaved. "So... the demonic black dogs from Hell are real huh? I didn't run into them, but I see why Lycaon's attempt to take your mind off the stress was... unfortunate." She said between bites.

"You may say you don't need cheering up, but you need to relax a bit. As far as I was told, there's no way monsters can reach us here." It might be strange that she was able to talk about monsters and near-death experiences so calmly but, in all honesty, Atalanta was beginning to accept the fact she would have to fight on the outside world. She knew the fight would've been such one way or another. Now that she was a demigod it was a litteral fight to the death.

"Anyway, I'm Atalanta, Daughter of Ares. Nice to meet you, even if the first impression was awful on our part." She introduced herself with a grin and pointed at herself and Lycaon during the last part.

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Atalanta turned to look at Ash weirdly. Beneficial? Since when a hobby was done out of benefit? Or kids their age thought of doing things out of benefit? His next question made him even more curious to her. "Besides remembering that I don't like the heat and that lava can kill if you get too close?" She shrugged and watched people going about in the strawberry fields from afar. "I don't think the wall serves any other purpose than to built up your strength, stamina and to push you to your limits via mental pressure. All of which could be done in a regular wall and the prospect of a harsh punishment if you passed a certain time limit. No need for the burning-to-a-crisp factor." She finished her assessment of the Lava Wall.

She then turned to look at Ash again. "Besides, we have already too many things that can and will kill us first chance they got out there. Why risk dying here? I'd rather go down fighting than burn to a fine crisp in a place I'm supposed to be away from death."

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"Whatever you say big guy." She had told him when they began climbing. Sure he said that this was not a competition,but he had gotten down to work pretty fast for it not to be one. Or maybe he hated climbing and wanted to get it over with. Whatever the case, Atalanta had smirked and had done her best not to fall too behind. It wasn't easy though, he knew his way around and she didn't. Not to mention the heat was killing her.

Eventualy she reached the top, Ash offering her a hand with a question about her climbing skills. She didn't take the offered hand. She wasn't angry at him or being prideful. It was simply a matter of seeing this through with her own strength. Putting a final effort, she swung herself to the platform he stood. She sat down, legs dangling over the edge as she took in the sight of Camp Half-blood from above. It was beautiful. "You could say so." She told him with ragged breath and inhaled deeply now that she was away from the hot air. "I do a lot of parkour. Climbing roofs, swinging from fire-escapes, that sort of stuff."

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She had been late, she had been lectured and she had been sent off to take care of her dog. In a rebelious strike however, Atalanta ignored the part in which she was told to return as soon as Lycaon was locked in Ares' Cabin in order to not run off again. Who says she needed Ancient Greek anyway? Greek are her mother tongue, been hearing and speaking it with her mother since she was a toddler. Ancient Greek were not that difficult for her and they came natural because of that divine blood of hers. She still had a hard time believing she was anything special. So here she was, making her way to the mess so she could grab some food for her and Lycaon. The black pup was walking so close to her feet that Atalanta had to almost dance her way over to the Ares' table. Not to mention that she had to keep the celestial bronze sword, which she had currently claimed as her own, away from the German Shepherd's playful bites.

It seemed she was not alone in the mess hall. She noticed another girl sitting on one of the other tables, but Atalanta ignored her and grabbed a plate. Yet Lycaon did pay attention to the girl and he bounded over to her, barking happily and tail swishing wildly from excitement. He got on his back feet, as if trying to hug the girl, until Atalanta saw what was happening and whistled sharply. This caused the pup to sit down and turn his focus on Atalanta. She made her way over to the girl with an apologetic expression and a plate filled with food. "Lycaon lie down." She said sternly and the pup obeyed with a whine. "I'm really sorry about this. He has been very excited today and his little escapeed in the Woods doesn't seem to have calmed him down in the slightest." She said to the girl, ignoring Lycaon for a little bit. She wanted to see if the girl infront of her was alright, seeing how many people disliked or feared dogs even when they were friendly pups.

I went on and assumed it was a late breakfast or something like that

The arena could become a nice place for her to clear her head in time. Atalanta was currently hacking away a training dummy with a celestial bronze sword, while her black pup, Lycaon was happily chewing a squeaky toy a few paces away as to not get in her way. Atalanta was repeating some basic drills they were shown the other day just so she could get the hang of it. She was getting good at wielding weapons pretty fast compared to other new campers and she wondered if that was a 'power' of hers. To be good with weapons, unless they were long ranged ones.

Soon, however, she grew bored and distracted. If only she had such a blade during her month on the run. If only her mother hadn't died. No! She pushed that thought away, but it kept resurfacing now and then. Growling in frustration, she went over to a weapon's rack and all but threw the sword back in place before pulling her nunchucks from her belt. It had become a habbit of hers, to carry her nuchucks around, whether they were hidden in the custom inner pocket of a jacket or simply hanging from her belt towards her back.

Taking a deep breath in order to calm down and focus, she took a ready stance and began to swirl and go over a very basic set. Perhaps doing something familiar could help her ease up a little. She had been at Camp for a bit over a week now, but this still felt strange and not at all like home. The fact she no longer had a home to go back to didn't help either.

Her execution grew steadily faster and more aggresive. Before Atalanta could fully process it, she had smacked the training dummy so hard with her weapon, that the wood splinted and the dummy collapsed in a heap. "Oh shit!" Her eyes widened as she realized the damage she had made and she looked around frantically, as Lycaon came over to her, squeaky toy in mouth, and nuzzled her comfortingly.

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Everything had been made so simple in Atalanta's mind when she was told that she had climbing practise by her siblings. All she had to do was climb a wall. No big deal. She would probably not even need gloves for that. Oh how she wanted to strangle them now. Or at least break their noses. They had failed to mention one little thing... The wall actually had lava running down from one side. This was insane! Were they trying to cook them on steam? There was no way a human being could withstand the heat from it. Atalanta was never into books and spewing random facts, but she knew that Lava was too hot even from a distance. Yet she could not back out and it really was part of her schedule for the day, so she had to do it. She had broke out into hisses and curses in modern greek from the moment she actually laid eyes on the structure.

Taking a deep breath and actually putting the provided gloves on, she began to stretch as a warm-up. The sooner she could get it done, the sooner she could beat the crap out of that idiot of a sibling. "Chiron's insane for allowing this."
She muttered as she glared at the wall, planning a route before actually attempting to climb. To anybody watching it was obvious that she was new and that she had no idea how it was even possible for anyone to just climb up the wall while lava was pouring from the other side. Not to mention it was without safety rope.

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