Knifes and Blades

[Celeste Lydia Rose]

Sunlight was glinting across the sky, the sign of a new day, a new beginning, and an ending. Only a couple of stars could be seen, a very faint moon to the west was visible. It was cold, not cold enough to for the breath to be seen by those who breathed, which would be a relief for most. Some would feel the cold cling to their skin, when they saw what was inside the Arena, Others would be curious, and the rest would be in a state of shock. As the sun rose from the horizon, the heat rose, and the cold started to drift away, as the wind blew against skin.

Raven black hair whipped around the piercing blue eyes, on one of the palest faces seen for quite some time. A few drops of blood covered the lips, from consist biting in concentration. Celeste ran a hand through her hair, making sure the hooded cloak was in place, which it was, and she then dropped her hand to her sides, a blade in each hand. The cloak covered the very light sliver armour, designed to expose her stomach, forearms and legs. It was a basic plate, suited for a female, Hades helmet was designed onto the chest, as did the letters CLR- DOH. It wouldn’t take a genius to work that one out, besides the point of it being there was a distraction, so she would be able to throw the knife before the victim realised what had been going on.

The black and silver boots sat at her knee, enough to start to irritate her skin like fire. Celeste raised her eyes to her victim, her mouth taught in slight concentration, as she raised her hand slightly. Using her other hand, the victim watched that had as she raised it to her face, and slowly threw back her hood. This distraction was enough for her to throw the knife she hand in the other hand, so quick that her victim had only seconds to reach up and grab the knife before it sunk into what should have been an eye.

The skeleton bowed to her, a sign of respect, and happiness that she had learned quite quicker than first thought. No words needed to be spoken, as Celeste just smiled at him and threw her hand across her face, so he dissapeared before her eyes. Celeste wiped the sweat off her face with the back of her hand, and threw back her cloak so it was only covering her back. Taking a seat, Celeste picked up a bottle and started to drain it.

[Dean di Angelo]

(Heya, nice to see ya again, it's Dean from the roginal Olympian Legacy site. Mind if I join?)

Call it an aerly stroll, a restless walk,w hatever you please. Still the simple fact was he was up and he had nothing better to do. Dean was wearing his normal attiture, a blood red T-shirt with black jeans and a black short sleeved jacket over the red shirt and unzipped. This morning he had favored converse over his normal boots and went with the classic ones. He seemed surprisingly awake and alert for just waking up only a few minutes ago. Than again Dean was always like that, as long as he was awake he was on full alert.

As he walked he toyed with his zippo lighter, flipping it open and closed with a clapping sound. Evene though it was really a sword in disguise it was still a lighter. So everytime he opned it a tiny flameglowed to life, before quickly being extinguished by the closing metal top. Even as he walked, he stayed careful to avoid the pressure point on the side taht would activate the bblade if he held it down and opened it again. Frankly he didn't feel like getting a sword run through his forehead, so best to be careful.

The Arena stood slightly off his path but he quickly adjusted his path once he sensed some necromancy. One of the perks of being a Genetic Demi-God, double the powers. So his hades side quickly lead him into the Arena to wittness the end of the fight. It was an amusing end, though nothing astonishing to the Zeus head counselor.

"Not half bad." Dean complimented suddenlya s he exitted the shadows and walked into the open part of the Arena. He nonchalanttly looked her over, not checking her out but getting a clear picture to identify her. "Celeste, right?" He asked casually. Dean was never the most social person at camp, but he had seen her around and knew her name at least.

[Damien Timothy Creed]

Damien sat on the bench trying not to cough. He had always been good at concealing his presence but it helped that he wasn't right up close. He could still hear what was being said though. He hated being out, the cold chilled him, and the thick aviators jacket he wore seemed to do nothing to keep it out. Deans entrance only furthered his bad mood. He always got an odd feeling around Dean. He could sense the power of Hades within him, but the stench of Zues would always detract from that.
Damien didn't really know why he was here. It seemed kind of creepy to be watching a girl train in the middle of the night. But then again he didn't have much choice in the matter. He needed to see how he compared to the other children of Hades. His link to the dead alerted him that skeletons were nearby, and since the barrier protected against evil it was logical that someone had summoned them. Damien knew that Celeste was powerful, but not someone who would present a problem to Damien. It was Dean that would most likely win over Hades favor. Dean who could walk both sides of two of the most powerful Gods that ever existed. This would make for interesting times indeed. But then again, double the powers meant double the weakness. He wondered how Dean survived outside the camp, with such a lineage he would be quite the magnet for trouble. He shrugged to warm up his shoulders. It was time to make himself known. His short sword was at his side for easy reach, and there were plenty of shadows to exploit, but he wasn't looking for a fight. Not yet anyway.
"This is quite a line up we have here," he said aloud drawing attention to himself. "Two children of Hades, and a Genetic Demi."
Not to mention anyone else who could be watching. The arena was big and there were many in the camp who were skilled at hiding. A meeting of this proportions would definitely raise some eyebrows.

[Celeste Lydia Rose]

(-waves- Hey Dean, Long time no see. No of course not, by all means)

Celeste could feel a cold tingle crawl up her spine, advancing towards her heart, a string of power seemed to follow it closely behind. There was only one reason that she felt that, and her eyes lowered to the ground and she sighed slightly. Another death, somewhere in the vast world another death happened. Celeste closed her eyes for a moment, imagining the journey one must take to get to the end, watching from a distance wasn’t as easy as it seemed. Especially to one who was use to the whole dead people idea. Now that was getting pretty depressing, way too early in the morning for that.

Skeletons tended to take alot of energy out of her, even one would scare a little energy out of her. Depending on the rank, and how many there were, would depend on if she would faint soon afterwards. Unlike her eldest brother Nico, she couldn’t hold an army for more than 3 minutes without going out cold. She wasn’t completely jealous of him, but alas he was one of the most favourite of her family, so she tended to keep to herself. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but you would tend to keep your eye on someone who stayed quiet and watched everything. Or, you would hope that you would keep an eye on them, people like that tend to have hidden plots and dark secrets up their sleaves.

Celeste’s head snapped up at the sound of someone’s voice, her surprise could be seen on her face for a moment before she regained her composure. Well it was still pretty early in the morning after all, and how many kids were they really up at this hour. Besides the ones whose godly parent had connections with the dark and the dusk, the other kids wouldn’t be up at that hour anyway, having a nice sleep. Envy crushed her soul again, bloody kids, some people just had all the bloody luck these days, while the rest had to made do with the stupid sleeping disorder.

Lowering the bottle, Celeste wiped her mouth gently, and started at the boy who approached her, there was something familiar about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Celeste bit her lip, trying to remember who he was, when the stench of both Hades and Zeus came running at her, she half recoiled and half stood still. Memory came back to her in an instant, and slight relief washed over her, why if it wasn’t little Dean Di Angelo, the half Hades half Zues Demi-god. Celeste listened to his comment about her performance, and she smiled slightly, “Thank you, although my teacher thinks I still need to work on the blade itself not the distraction, that is the one thing I have under control.” Celeste couldn’t help the twitch in her face, smiling wasn’t a strong point, so she let it drop onto a natural expression. Hearing that he at least remembered her name, she nodded, “Brother to the famous Nico. You must be Dean, you may not know it yet, but Nico does like to boast a bit.” Celeste smirked a little, and then her face dropped, Nico was her half brother, and this was his son which meant that she was... Celeste shook herself, no that was too weird to even think about, but yet it was the truth. This boy standing in front of her was her nephew, as she was his aunt. Okay, now that did scare her alot.

Celeste paused slightly, her eyes scanning around the Arena, they weren’t alone, not that it surprised her the slightest. Appearing out of his disguise was Celeste’s younger brother, Damein, who didn’t look completely happy to see the other boy. Celeste bit her lip a little, not at all worried about him, blood was indeed thicker than water, but that was sometimes thinned when times changed, this wasn’t one of them. When he decided to state the obvious, Celeste was willing herself not to do a facepalm, or a sarcastic comment, the sarcastic comment was her choice. “Hello to you too, brother.” Celeste smiled, the sweet voice turning to slight poison in her mouth. “Well, it could always be worse, a knife on each of your throats for example, would be much worse, now wouldn’t it?"

[Dean di Angelo]

Being a Genetic Demi of Zeus and Hades, he still sensed daeth like the other hades kids. However his was more dulled than Kids straight from Hades, and he was able to shrug it off easier. it wasn't taht he didn't care about death or anything like taht, he just reminded himself that poeple died everyday and he couldn't change that.

"It looked good to me, but I'm more of a sword man myself. Never really liked knifes, though have to respect their deadlyness." He admitted, hidding the reason why. He had trained with knifes, but for his type of fighting he preffered longer reach, and for a very good reason. He had not wanted to offen Celeste, so he added the last part for that reason. "Thanks." He replied towards the boasting comment, though he was unsure if he should be tahnkful, or worried.

Dean noticed her face drop and it was easy to figure out why. "Would you rather not be called Aunty Celeste?" He joked with a chuckle. He'd laerned to joke about things like that in the Zeus cabin, since they were also technically his aunts and uncles. It was starnge, being on both sides of the two gods, but he wasn't complaining anytime soon.

Than he ntoiced Damian, who just looked plain ticked. And he assumed that he might of contributed to that. Genetic Demis were sometimes resented for many reasons, most notably envy. He nodded in greetment. "She's right, though I would't suggest getting conductors close to me." He added, well more of a warning but not in a threating or boasting sort of way. But 10,00 volts wasn't a tickle.

[Damien Timothy Creed]

"Oh what piercing wit you have," said Damien dryly. "A knife to my throat would be a terrible shame, but fortunately for me, there's no one here skilled enough to accomplish such a feat."
Damien didn't bother being polite to Celeste. There was no point in it. He was much more wary about Dean. Damien wasn't sure exactly how much of Zues's powers Dean inherited, but a lightning bolt would be problematic, too fast to dodge and too arced to avoid. He had fought with a child of Zues once before, it almost killed them both.
Still he didn't like Dean either. It would be good if he could fight Dean, get a sense of his weaknesses, and the extent of his powers. Good, and incredibly unwise. Damien was not yet confident enough in his abilities to fight one on one with a genetic demi god. If he could get her to fight with Celeste that would be even better. With luck they'd kill each other. That's when Damien began to worry. He had never wished anyone dead before. Not his step brothers who had cast him aside, not the numerous murderers and professional torturers who taught Damien how to kill someone with one blow. But yet to gain Hades favour Damien very much wanted to kill two people he barely knew. The more he thought about the two of them dying the more the sickness within him started to fade. He no longer felt like giving another wracking cough which shook his body and sounded like a car dying. He felt much less cold. His muscles seemed much less tired. He didn't like the implications. He banished the idle thoughts from his head and felt the sickness creep back. He had enough experience with death to know that it wasn't something to be wished upon someone lightly. He decided to just be a jerk instead.
"I have no idea where this antagonism is coming from," he responded to the both of them. "We're all related, in one way or another. We should be celebrating, getting to know one another. Besides, if we fought one of us might die. And the councillers would not be happy about that."
Damiens voice was dripping with sarcasm. Especially towards Celeste. Bravery always comes best when you're outside of knife throwing range.

[Celeste Lydia Rose]

(Sorry about this post, 1,103 words. If you can't reply or this is way to much, pm me and I'll shorten it, no offence taken if it is. Trust me when I say this will be like one in a 10 that will be huge, so I don't mind either way, whatever works for both of you.)

Celeste tilted her knife in her hand, weighing it slightly in her hands, it a perfect balanced blade. Sighing slightly, she flipped it over in her hand, and ran her finger tips across the sharp side of it, feeling the slight jagged edge. Now such a blade could kill quite well, if plunged into the five main areas, being a straight cut would be the best, tilted to one side would cause slightly more pain. So depending on how nice she was, would depend on how she would cut. Well, how nice she was, and if she really did want to kill another person; after the cold blooded murder that she had committed on her baby brother, with help from Danny, Celeste was never really the same. Danny had changed her, something she hadn’t realised until coming to camp, and even then; the full extent was never really shown, until the 14th year after his death. Celeste could barely comprehend anything when she sat down on the bank of the river, never moving, just staring at the water. No one had disturbed her that day, well, once she went back to the main area, and then she was pestered about her absence.

Wishing the memory away, Celeste pushed her attention back onto the present, where Dean had spoken again. Celeste nodded her head, knifes were alot scarier than a sword, because they could be hidden anyway, while sword could always be seen. Maybe it was because she lacked the nerve to give her game away so quickly in a fight, that’s why she always had her knifes, and if a battle was going to begin a sword could be used, but not as quickly as a knife. “Thanks, I may need more to impress that teacher, I’m not allowed to get another one since he’s like the third one this year.” She gave him a wicked smile and laughed a little. “Swords are good in themselves, although I wouldn’t fight anyone with them; I don’t have that strength to hold up one for that long. At least with knifes I can be called a Duellist, and not feel like such a weakling.” Celeste flexed her right hand a little, it was getting stiff with the weight of the silver knife, which she then switched hands with. He thanked her for her comment, and she laughed, “No problem, you’ll need a heads up once the true side to Nico comes into play.” she added, knowing that her brother wouldn’t have changed that much since she last saw him.

At 17, being an aunt to barely someone younger than herself was slightly concerning. But then again, once she was older she’d relate to him, more than she would if she was much older. So in the end, maybe the positive would come back into it, “I don’t mind much, although with others it would slightly weird me out, so if we could keep that to a minimum, nephew, it would be much appreciated.” she grinned, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all, having a nephew. If Danny could see her now, he would be more than jealous that she was okay with having a flesh and blood nephew.

Celeste quickly looked back at her brother; something dark had come over him, she could feel a dark power at place. Concern crossed her face, and she was tempted to see if he was okay, which one of her biggest weakness, too caring for her own bloodline. She took a quick glance at Dean; maybe because he was half, he didn’t notice it like she did. Celeste watched him for a moment, if it was anything like she had felt about her dead sibling, then it would cost him alot of free will to get out of it. When he did, she murmured, “A good run should help get rid of it, or better yet, go punch something really hard. Just remember that you have to tell yourself, that because you are the son of Hades, you have the power to feel one’s fated moment, and you have to power to get rid of that feeling aswell.” Too much kindness crept into her body, and she twitched her face going from nice to deadly, the aftermath of too much kindness. Celeste didn’t like it, but that was how she worked.

Dean agreed with her, and she nodded her head, that was a pretty wise move considering that Damian looked ready to tear someone’s head off given the chance. “I shall keep that in mind. Remind me not to get you mad anytime soon.” she added, trying to keep some sort of civil peace between them all. Well there had to be a pretty big weakness if he had such a great power, Celeste wouldn’t look into it, but Damian would probley do so. He’s boast that no one could touch him, was eye roll worthy in Celeste’s books, “That may be so, Brother. But maybe the one who could do it, was scared off at your lack of friendly attitude, or maybe you glare. It is indeed known for being quite scary; I’m surprised that the kids haven’t come crying to me.” Celeste smirked back, the perfect way to hit a boy hard, was to offend their ego.

Then hearing Damian speak of antagonism, she scoffed a little, and covered it quickly with a cough. Ha, he was trying to be all civil, the world must be ending. She paused for a moment, pretending to think about how to answer such a statement. “If you have no idea, then why should we?” she asked, her eyes glinting with slight power, if he took the bait then he was less smart than she first thought. “That would be such a great idea, if only there was a nicer side to you, Dean may become your friend if you tried being nice.” she sniggered, knowing that he wouldn’t even try doing that. He had too much ego to let that fall for the sake of their Nephew. At the mention of death, Celeste glanced at her blade; a dark smile crossed her face, as she held it up, slightly pointed at Damian. See if his boasting would crumble if faced with death, maybe then he may change his mind about being negative. “You would have nothing to worry about, after all, you are in the presence of the Zeus counsellor, maybe he wouldn’t mind a bit of blood?”

[Damien Timothy Creed]

Damien grinned. He couldn't help it. He hated fighting, he detested it. It was time consuming, and more importantly it drained him. He could feel a distinct wheezing in his lungs and sharp stabs of pain around his back. He felt this everytime his body tensed up to fight, it was a gentle reminder not to push himself for too long, but still he grinned. Scarily enough he didn't know why.
"Is that a challenge?" He asked lifting his short sword up. He removed it slowly from his scabbard and held it loosely in his hand. The sun was rising but it was to his back. He had the high ground, and he knew he was faster than her. Not to mention the fact she was obviously still tired from summoning that skeleton. For a moment he forgot about Dean. Then his mind refocused. He resheathed his short sword and sat back down.
"Why don't you try again in a thousand years?" He asked uncaring. "Maybe then you'll stand a chance."
He couldn't think straight. This wasn't the plan. The plan was to gain favor with Hades, not antagonise powerful demi gods. There was nothing to be gained here. He sighed. Perhaps in another lifetime the three of them might actually get along, but there way he could actually see himself working with these two unless it benefited him in some way.

[Dean di Angelo]

(Hey Damian, could you plaese wait for me to post? Thatw ay it'd keep to the posting order.)

"I wouldn't under estimate your kin." Dean countered Damien's knife to throat comment. Dean was giving him a fair warning, wether it be Ceelste or hismelf, damian could very well get a blade to the throat. There was no doubt about it, Dean knew he could take Damien down. he'd lived and breathed being a Demi all his life, and trained as soon as he could lift a blade.

Damian was definetly a piece of work. itw as like he was begging for a fight, one that dean wouldn't feel bad about accepting. The kid needed a lesson in socializing for sure. "True, Me and Celeste would feel deep sorrow at the funeral." Dean joked, though his voice held a deadly tone. If one of the three were to die in a fight, it would be Damian. Dean didn't know how good Celeste would be in a fight, but Dean wouldn't allow for her to be hurt badly. It was Damian he'd be gunning for. He just wanted the kid to know that. "Bit of blood never bothered me." He added on to Celeste Zeus counselor remark.

Than he truned hsi attention back to Celeste. "Well I'm sure you'll get the hang of it, and a skilled knife fighter is nothing to be joked about." He liked Celeste, well at least his hades side did. She seemed a little dark, but was quite civil. "If you ever need an extra sparring match, I'b be willing." Dean offered.

Dean noticed Damien lift up his short sword and instinctivly held hsi light in his hand and step half way in front of Celeste. it wasn't cause he thought she coudln't defend herself if he did atatck, but she seemed tired from summoning and training, while Damian seemed fully rested. When Damien sheathed his blade, Dean relaxed and steeped back to his orgianl spot. "Sorry Celeste, I've heard you like your personal space, but that was just instinct. Won't happen again." He didn't want to make Celeste upset at him, he could use some friends for his Hades side. And Ceelste was the best candidate at the moment.

Finally Damian just ticked Dean off too much. "You know you talk big, but somehow I doubt your bite is worse than your bark." Dean stated calmly. "And I agree with Celeste, your scary, at least with kids half your size." Dean knew a fight might be coming, and he was just waiting for it.

[Celeste Lydia Rose]

Celeste could feel her face slightly twitch, maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing to do today, a sleep-in had been pretty tempting at the time, and it was slightly beyond her why she chose to work-out instead. Oh wait, maybe it was because her daily routine never really changed, Waking up early, going to the Arena before most are up, talking to her skeleton minions, and then going back into her cabin and waiting untill everyone else has woken up. That was her OBCD kicking in big time, probley the cause of the treatment she had as a child in the orphanage, they had pretty intensive routine.

Feeling that her advice had been said to deafened ears, Celeste glanced at her feet; a sad look crossed her face. Well maybe she could keep her Hades advice to herself, might do alot more, if she spoke less. It had worked for her, the same advice that Nico had given her not long after she joined the camp, a brother’s advice to his sister. Maybe it wasn’t the right time to tell Damien, he didn’t look ready to face the underworld yet. Until then, Celeste would try and act in the role of the Head of Hades, and not the big sister.

At the mention of Damien’s funeral, Celeste smirked a bit, someone had to go, and maybe if it was because they wanted to make sure he was really dead... Celeste flinched in shock that was such a horrid thought, wishing death on someone, let alone her own brother. Maybe she did need a sit down, all that fighting must have done some sort of damage to her head. “Would you like to request some music, so then we will be able to listen to something as you depart?” she asked, slightly humourless, but all the same trying to keep a cool air among them. Best not start a riot while she was at a pretty weakened stake, after the Duellist/General teacher, he had taken quite alot out of her soul. Celeste looked at Dean when he said he didn’t mind a little blood, “Well ghosts and skeletons don’t bleed red, so there’s nothing to worry about there.”

A slight pulsing was starting at the back of her head, she looked at the sky and judged the time, she normally would have called him by now and had their daily chat. Bitting her lip, Celeste pushed the pulsing away, knowing it would get worse as the day progressed with no contact with her ghost friend. When Dean spoke about her knife fighting she smiled slightly, well wasn’t he a great nephew to have on hand, “I hope so, but by the looks of things, I don’t have that talent. As a poet once said, “What you have great talents in, you have great faults in.” So, my knifes are my power, while swords are my weakness, not to mention the shield. Ha, don’t get me started on that piece of metal; I can’t count how many times I have dropped that on my foot.” She grinned, laughing a little. Apart from the nearly broken toe she had on the left foot, she hadn’t been damaged that much, considering that a sword nick was more painful than a knife one. At his offer she smiled, at least he wasn’t scared to fight her, like alot of the other kids were, she was the Scary Goth Girl, who could summon skeletons to fight for her. They would get over it, sooner or later, and when they did, she would have alot more people to battle. “Thanks, I think I’ll take that up soon.”

Celeste glanced at Damien; he looked a little out of it, and that smile... that was getting a little scary. She quickly lowered her knife; god knows what he would do next with that look on his face. At his comment, she rolled her eyes, geeze some people needed a good talking to, “No Damien, that wasn’t a challenge. All I was suggesting is that you vent your anger or something that isn’t alive and breathing.” Celeste snapped, her tempering slowly rising, it didn’t take much to get her mad, but she could easily forgive people afterwards, but right now that wasn’t going to happen. When he looked like he was about to go and attack, Celeste’s heart stopped, after everything she had done for them, was that really necessary?

Before she knew what was happening, Dean had jumped in front of her, blocking her sight and Damien’s access to her. Sightly relief washed over her, and she put her knife back up her sleeve, where it sat snug against her cold skin. Celeste didn’t like the whole damsel in distress thing much; it was a pretty bad stereotype, especially for the demi-gods who had alot of girls in power, not so much distressing over make-up or clothing. But she let this one slide, since Dean did it out of instinct and not out of showing off. She heard Damien put back his sword, and Dean stepped away from her, and started to apologise before she could stop him. “Dean, it’s okay, I understand” She said, slightly more concerned for both guys safety than her own.

Celeste took a step away from them both, a sense of honour in the air. “As the voice of reason, my opinion on this is that this course of action is inadvisable, and no good shall come of it.” Celeste looked from one to the other, her head trying to figure out what she wanted to do; she was torn between both sides, to do the right thing or to do the wrong thing. “However, as the daughter of Hades, I say by all means, just no blood.” She added just for good measure.

[Damien Timothy Creed]

(sorry it took so long to reply, I can only come on during weekends, and I won't be able to make it next week. Sry )
Damien looked at Dean with a bored expression on his face. Then slowly he started to smile.
"My bark is worse than my bite?" He was on the verge of giggles. "Dude, for a supposedly higher being you make some lame insults."
A fight was inevitable at this point, at least between Damien and Dean. With that in mind Damien stood up. He loosened his arms a bit then grabbed his sword. For a moment he hesitated. He could end this in two seconds, he was standing in a very convenient shadow, he could jump to Dean's blind spot, slash, and be back out before Dean could get ready. But that wouldn't help, he wasn't here to kill, just to find out exactly what a genetic demi could do.
"Alright Bigfoot, let's see what you can do." He made a come at me signal with his hand.

[Dean di Angelo]

"Yeah, everybody has different knacks for fighting, I'm a sword and shield kind of guy, and I know what ya mean, I've broken a few toes myself." Dean admitted in good nature. He didn't mind Celeste, she was a unigue type of hades Demi and seemed interesting. "I'll be waiting." Dean replied to her accepting her offer. It would be a neat match and he looked forward to it. He couldn't say that he knew who would win, but he wasn't worried. It wasn't cause he was cocky or something, he just had confidence in his own skills.

Than back to Damian, who was inviting an ass-kicking. He would of been all too happy to oblige, but he thought some more. Than he got ticked. "Higher being?" Dean repeated with disguist. "So you think just cause I'm a genetic demi, I'm a 'Higher being'?" Dean questioned coldly. "lets get one thing straight, I don't give a rats ass if somebodies a genetic Demi, or just a Demi. The only thing that I care about is action. I know this must sound corny or something, but what i'm saying is don't insult me." And that's what it had been, not even the clear insult about insults. Dean hated people think that egnetic demi or demi, it made a differeance. He relied on skill, and if he won he wasn't gonna let it just be cause of his parents.

"And about my insults, I like the classic ones." Dean casually brushed off, cooling down quickly. "But i'd say i'm surprised, you didn't take the cheat shot." Dean stated with a shrug. "Shadowing-traveling is a trick I wish I had." Dean stated before his shadow began to bend until it was right in front of him. "I can however bend shadows, and now your only hope is gone." Dean spat in distaste. He hated cheap shots like stabbing in the back, it was a cowards way. "Bigfoot? And mine are lame, i'm not even that big." Dean chuckled. "well anyways, thanks for the invite, but I'll decline. Celeste is right, and as a fellow head counselor I have to agree. Maybe another time, but at the moment there'd definetly be blood." Dean said calmly before sighing.

[Celeste Lydia Rose]

Celeste smiled at Dean, the whole her being an aunt still freaked her out, even if it was just a tad bit. It could always be heaps worse, he could be a horrid nephew, but so far that theory had been thrown out the window, which was one of the only positive things this year. “You tell me that now, after I agreed to take up your offer? ! Well I’m going to get beaten hard.” Celeste said, laughing a little at the idea that she would be beaten by someone a little younger than her. Well, best be someone she could help later on, then someone who was a lost cause, which reminded her...

Danny, before she knew what she was doing Celeste was starting to twitch; her hand was rising towards the sky, ready to call forth the ghost that was pulsing in the back of her mind. Celeste looked at both boys, and hesitated, not wanting to ruin the argument that had started up again. She took several steps away from them, turned her back to them, and then crouched on the ground, her hands balancing her. Celeste flicked her wrist, and pulled the sword from her left sleave, the one to call ghosts. “I call forth Danny she whispered, raising her sword as she raised herself up to her feet. A shimming light flashed, and the 6 year old appeared beside her, beaming at her like a little brother does to his sister.

Celeste reached out and took his hand, making him look human to the Hades side of Dean, and the normal side of Damian. Danny helped her hide the sword again, which dissapeared once it went back up her sleeve. Celeste turned to face to guys again, and smiled at both of them, “Sorry about that, Danny is too hard to ignore for long.” she said apologetically, not 100 percent true tho. Hearing that Dean declined the offer, Celeste nodded, it was the wise move. “Besides, if it got out that Dean fought another demi God, he may lose his place.”

[Damien Timothy Creed]

Damien grinned on the inside. On the outside he adopted a bored expression. It seemed he wouldn't need to challenge Dean to learn about his powers, Dean was actually giving away the information.

Damien was a little bit upset that Dean guessed one of his tricks. Damien supposed it was to be expected, he used it way too much. However it wasn't like it wasn't still effective. If Dean thought he had neutralised by bending his shadow in front of him he was mistaken. Shadows existed everywhere, Damien could easily move another one into Deans blind spot. In fact this way was even better, that way there was no way Dean could expect an attack from behind. Those who were too confident in their defence tended to leave the biggest gaps. But there was no way Damien was going to let Dean know any of this.

Damien finished summing Dean up. Damien would probably loose in a fist fight, win in a bladed fight, but in a demi god fight...it was possible that he would lose, even likely. Dean was easily the strongest guy Damien had met at camp. And Celeste was no pushover too. Damien watched Dean while he talked. He moved that shadow effortlessly. Winning wasn't impossible, just very difficult. Damien could tell he'd need to train specially to take Dean down. In his head he already made plans. But they would have to wait for another time.

This guy talks way too much. thought Damien. That could work very well to Damiens advantage.
"Uh-huh," he replied once Dean's tirade ended. "well okay chunky, I won't call you Bigfoot if it hurts your feelings. But seriously, I ain't calling you bigfoot cause you're big. It's more that you've got the whole apeman thing going with your face. But I digress. The main thing I want to get out there is the whole bite and bark thing, it's a bit 70's grandma if you know what I'm saying. Just think about working on that for the future. That way you won't come off as such a, you know...'happy chappy' as you'd say. I'd say retard, but that would just be insulting, at least to retards."

Damien actually enjoyed this. Dean really took things quite out of proportion.
"Well if you don't want to fight we can always do other things," he continued before Dean could get reply. "Although, if you're gonna be a pussy about everything involving blood, you really should get out of this arena."

[Dean di Angelo]

"Don't worry, it'll be a good fight." Dean reassured, glad taht he and Celeste were getting along. But there still was Damian and his shadow traveling. He knew it could be any shadow, he justw anted to make Damien think less of him. He couldn't gurantee he could defend hismelf from a shadow-traveled attack, but he could take Damien down with him. Just like Damien could shadow-travel quickly, Dean could charge himself so full of electricty that if Damien touched him, or even got close to him, he'd light up like the forth of july. It wasn't a tactic he really liked, but Dean simply reminded himself that Damien ahd his skills and Dean had his. And he doubted Damien wouldn't go all out, so why should he not?

Than damien's next rant broke the line. Dean chuckled. "And you call yourself a son of Hades?" Dean stated with a laugh. "All you can do is call me names? You don't even have the guts to attack someone to their face. I want to fight you, but the simple fact is, your not worth my trouble." Dean finished, though inside his instinct was to destroy him Dean knew better. He made up his mind, even if Damien attacked him, he wouldn't fight back. The simple reasoon already stated.

As he had finished his statement he noticed a ghost appear and Celeste apoligizing for it. Dean could do necromancy as well, so he was pretty cool with it. "No problem Celeste, and thanks, you make a good voice of reason." He said with a nod. Normally Dean was okay with fighting, but Damien wouldn't rcieve mercy by Dean's current inner state. "Well I think I'm gonna go, what about you?" he asked, already turning towards the exit. He wanted some peace for now, and Damien definetly wasn't about to let that happen on his watch.