Tatarus Is Easier (4th Cohort)

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It was three in the morning and what was the daughter of Pluto doing? Well she was banging on every single door to a barrack that belonged to a member of the fourth cohort and demanding them to get dressed and get on the Obstacle Course or she would roast a room. For the campers who took it lightly they were now dealing with a room scorched with the flames of hell. They were the ones still in their pajamas that stood awaiting the training at the obstacle course. No doubt her cohort thought she might have gone mad. They were the fourth, not the first. They shouldn't be subjected to this treatment. Did Felicity care? Nope. The pain from the fading bruises on her stomach motivated her. It was obvious they needed to toughen up. They needed to be ready to defend themselves from the games that the Gods were always so eager to pull. Felicity wouldn't let the Discrodia touch her cohort, as she had threatened to do. True, the first time they feuded Felicity was able to keep her own for a long time, until her powers exhausted her. She wouldn't fall again. She was motivated to make sure it wouldn't.

Felicity looked over the abandoned obstacle course. No one was training this early, even the first had it off right now. There was plenty of stuff to help build the endurance of her legionnaires. However, Felicity was going to make a twist with it. Not only will her cohort have to go through the toughest part of the obstacle course, they will also have to battle against armies of the most skilled dead warriors that ever existed. Then, in order for them to successfully complete the course they would have to battle one on one with Felicity. That way the centurion got some training too. Now, some might think that Felicity was going a bit far with raising so many zombies in one sitting. However, she saw no reason to be against this. After all, she had these powers. Why should she keep them bottled up? What good was that?

"Each person will choose a partner and will go through the course with that person. You will go through one of the tougher courses here. The one with the lava pits, spikes, swinging blades, wild animal pit, and the crawl area with the barbed wire." Felicity said with a bit of a smirk as she listed the threats. She concentrated on a pull of her stomach as a legion of Roman soldiers appeared behind here. Perhaps there was a hundred at the most. "All while you do this, these guys will be attacking you and your partner." Felicity said as she walked along the line of the legionnaires in her cohort. "In order to successfully complete the task you have to successfully beat me in combat. Also, I better not see anyone wasting time trying to help their partner. This is also part of the training." Felicity said with a bite in her voice at the ending.

One thing there Romans needed to learn was that they couldn't save everyone. If they ever expected to hold their own against the Gods they needed to commit that to memory. "If you can not successfully complete a portion of this you will go back in line and try for a second time. This training is not over until everyone has successfully defeated every obstacle." Felicity said as she looked at the soldiers in her cohort. Some were glaring at her while others seemed as though they would crap their pants at any second. Felicity didn't care. This was all part of her new training regime for them. If they didn't like it then they could complain to Remus about it, or better yet, they could die. People who couldn't even handle this training had no room in the Legion, or in Felicitys plan against the Gods.

"Find your partner and report to me. One group of partners through the course at a time. Those who are waiting can go and do the simple course with wall climbing and all those other wooden training options. No one should be standing around. And if I catch anyone leaving you will regret it." Felicity said with a glare aimed at the one person she had seen more than once abandon their cohort during training, Rhia. Battling against her would be fun. Felicity had been waiting for that moment, that was for sure. Then again, Felicity just wanted to battle everyone at the moment. This rage inside her probably wasn't helping but Felicity didn't want it to go away. No, she was embracing it. Somewhere someone had to be proud of her for it, though it was highly unlikely it was Pluto, her own father. No, Felicity would like nothing more than to beat her dad to a pulp to. The one time she hit him she was filled with so much ecstasy afterwards. Even if everyone here was taught to love and respect the Gods, Felicity didn't believe that. Maybe there was a time when she did, but that was a long time ago. Each day her resentment towards them only strengthened. If they expected respectful from the demigods then the demigods should expect the same in return. Simple as that. Plus, with Felicity, respect was something to be earned, not merely handed over to someone because they are immortal or all powerful."

outfit: camp stuff with armor
words: 988
notes: Yay for a 4th thread, also sorry for it being so long...I had to force myself to stop before I wrote a book on why Felicity hates Gods. O.O

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For Rhiannon the night was still young, it was only three in the morning ans she was not entirely sleepy. Still it was easy enough to curly up in the nice warm beds of the barracks and sleep for a few hours before the breakfast bell was so unceremoniously rung. It would be fine, three or so hours of sleep would be a nice nap, maybe she would join her cohort for light training. Training in fourth cohort was always light, somewhere from three to five hours. That was the reason Rhiannon elected to skip out on them a lot, and just go off for her own training when it pleased her. Often it was something she did hours on end every night, practicing against poor wooden dummies in the Fields of Mars. Occasionally Josh would venture out there, and she would challenge him to a match or two. The most recent he had managed to show up without a bit of armor on and learned the hard was she did not hold back. The fool even opted to just get stitched up and leave it alone until he was better. There went any hope of Rhiannon having a good training partner. It might have been beneficial to talk to Charlie, but she doubted the first cohort centurion would be out at midnight training. That was Rhiannon's main waking time, where she was the most active. She certainly was an odd ball at camp, why couldn't there be a cohort for night owls? Sleep all day, and wake up at night to train when the air was cool and nice.

Just as she walked down the halls to her barracks room, Rhiannon stretched and cracked her neck. She had been sleeping outside from the past week or so, it might be for the best to sleep inside. She could remember giving Alistair a talk about not sleeping in his bunk when she found him in the pool. She really was no better, probably worse since her reason was she didn't want to be woken up. Loud thumping and yelling came down the hall, and Rhiannon couldn't help but wonder what was happening in Fourth cohort. She could see the raging Felicity from down the hall. Ranting and raving about getting their butts up out of bed and going out for training. Joy, the day she planned on getting to sleep early was just not going to happen. It was fine, she shouldn't have to be awake for long if it was Felicity’s training. She already had her armor and weapons with her, since night time was her normal practice time. With that Rhiannon simply walked to the formation spot. Plenty of people were surprised to find her to be the first one there, and the ranks had to shift to make room for her again.

Felicity marched them to the obstacle course, or what Rhiannon could only wish was a march. It was more like a gaggle of people moving in one direction half asleep or half burnt. Some were both, which Rhiannon could not understand how you could be partially burnt yet be asleep. Probably Somus kids. Standing where she was, perfectly awake and alert again Rhiannon tried her best not to sigh and roll her eyes as Felicity spoke. She tried being a good roman, but it just was not her style. She could not hold it in anymore, Rhiannon face palmed. What was this idiot trying to do? Everyone choose a partner, then try to make it through the obstacle course? This was not a two person exercise, you just went. How? Why? Then came more ridiculous instructions. Was this girl really supposed to be a centurion? Rhiannon rubbed her eyes, she wasn't supposed to be moving in formation, but it was simply ridiculous. What was the point of partners if you could simply leave the idiot. Granted she didn't like the partner idea in the first place so it was quite alright with her, but you were supposed to be consistent.

There goes the neighborhood. Zombies, up in arms again. This time at least they seemed to be on their side, which was a good sign. Well at least as much on their side as one could expect from Felicity. The girl couldn't even think of how to make a simple obstacle course more difficult without including some of her stupid powers. Awesome. Felicity was at the top of her favorite centurions. She wondered why First Cohort always won, she had no strategy, no thinking, just action and fighting all the time. Rhiannon could do that, which is why she would never be in charge. Run around waving your magic around like it's some kind of big woop, okay so other kids didn't call it magic, she supposed it was godly blessed powers or something. Magic was easier.

"What is the point of the partner mechanic at all? We might as well just go alone, it's how it's going to end up anyway." There was plenty of people who disagreed with Rhiannon, something about team work and cooperation, whatever. "And you don't even plan to go through this death trap of an obstacle corpse with us, what kind of joke is that?" Okay, so that may have been an unfortunate mispronunciation. Course, corpse, they knew what she meant. "You'll just be waiting at the end? That totally mean we can count on our glorious commander in battle. Command from the rear right?" Rhiannon's tone was somewhere between flat, and sarcastic. Her normal way of working things.

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Clare had been sleeping soundly when the banging came. Which needless to say was terrifying. Now she was in her camp gear minus the armor an on side of the obstacle course at three in the morning. Not her cup of tea, but neither was burning to death. And on the bright side, she was totally awake now. Hard not to be after all that. But she was not about to go against Felicity at this moment. Was it bad that her friend was horrifying at the moment. She decided yes, yes it was. She made a note to talk to Felicity later on more civil terms and try to figure out what was wrong. Because it was obviously something. Felicity did not just go spazz on people like this. Well, unless it was someone she really hated, and Clare liked to hope that she wasn’t on that list. Such luck did not seem to exist tonight though. As it definitely was still night.

She looked over at the obstacle course that Felicity was directing them to go through, and winced. The hardest one? No! This was ridiculous! This had to be a joke! And they couldn’t help each other? That didn’t seem fair at all. This was all just one big pot of crazy! At three in the morning! She groaned as Felicity brought forth a ton of undead. You were so kidding. This was just getting more and more silly. What was wrong with the training they already had? She secretly agreed with Rhia, but wasn’t about to say anything. Not with Felicity fuming and creating all sorts of nasties. That would be a death wish right there. So she looked around her at the group of bedraggled demigods and legacies. This was going to be a nightmare.

So she beelined for the last person people would think to team up with, a scared looking little boy who couldn’t be more than eleven who had just made it into their cohort the most recently. He looked ready to wet his blue pajamas. But she gave him her best smile all the same. Why make the poor kid more unconfortable. “Do you want to be partners? I’m sorry we can’t help each other more though…” she asked as gently as she could. Considering she would likely have to leave the kid behind on the course. This was going to be terrible. She definitely needed to have a talk with Felicity about this later. This was not right. When the boy nodded, too nervous to speak apparently, she took his hand and went up to Felicity. “Steven and I are partners.” She tried to hold back any tone that would sort of show that she was not much liking her friend at the moment.

Tag: 4th cohort
Word Count: 468
Notes: sorry it’s short, but muse is dying and as I have to still write for Ethan too…

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Ethan liked sleep. It was like his second best friend next to Jason. Which meant that as soon as dinner was done and he got in his scheduled Sudoku time, it was time to sack out for the night and not get up until he absolutely had to. Unfortunately, ‘absolutely had to’ came a lot earlier than he could have expected tonight. Like three am kind of unexpectedly early. But there was no avoiding it, as he didn’t feel in the book to be burned alive much either. So he quickly got up and didn’t even change out of his Garfield pajamas before hurrying to the obstacle course. This was going to suck.

Little did he know how right he was. Which he soon found out too. The hardest part of the course. You know, the one that he still hadn’t mastered in the middle of the day much less in the middle of the night in his favorite pj’s. This was not going to be pretty. And then came the undead army. Oh swell. And beating Felicity? And not helping partners? What in the heck was this twisted plot of hers? He just hoped that he didn’t freak out and accidentally teleport and have to start over. That would be just his luck though. Especially as that would mean he would be queasy going through it a second time. Lovely. This was going to be an extraordinarily fun night.

Lots of people were grumbling, and all he was doing was rubbing his eyes and hoping he would actually wake up in a minute and realize this was all a nightmare. Though now that Rhia was speaking her mind, he couldn’t help but agree. “Hey yeah. Why do we need partners if we can’t even help them. That’s kind of ridiculous.” Yes, he just called an angry Felicity ridiculous. But he already expected he would not survive tonight, so why not add on to it? Couldn’t hurt any more if he was already dead right? Yep, sounded like a plan. “Come on, Rhia, we can be partners and just agree that we will basically ignore each other. If it shuts up captain crazy,” he added in an undertone so hopefully the raging dragon that was Felicity Weingarten would not hear. Well, then again, that would mean he would be murdered before he even got to go on the course. Oh darn, he thought sarcastically. Normally he was okay with Felicity, but if she was going to make a habit of this, he was going to complain for sure. Lots and loudly. And possibly to a superior like Zidane or something. Remus probably would say it was good for them because he was crazy like that, but at least Zidane had some sense.

Tag: 4th cohort
Word Count: 462
Notes: see above note

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Okay so maybe the partner thing sounded a bit confusing but Felicity did have a reason for it. She suspected that people will still try to help their partner just for the act of comradeship. They needed to learn how to just defend themselves. Out on the field they might lose their own life because they was trying to help someone. This practice could be seen as just a way of preventing that from ever happening. It should be common sense to detach ones personal feelings for people in the midst of a battle. It would just be inconvenient. For example, old spy movies were the male lead decides to momentarily surrender because a girl is held prisoner. If Felicity had been that spy she would have continued to try to defeat the villain. If the person died then at least it would have been for a good cause.

Felicity threw a good glare at Rhia and Ethan. These two just want to get on Felicitys bad side tonight, this morning? Ah, time was insignificant, point was they were getting on her bad side, which wasn't too hard to do anymore. "I'm sure as you watch you'll realize. Now just pair up and get going!" Felicity barked at them. Then came Ethans little comment, boy was this Mercury idiot going to get it. "Fine, if you two little lowlifes want to be partners then partner up. You two get to go through the course first. And also, Rhia, I get to train against all you whimps because I wouldn't want to embarrass you by going through it without breaking a sweat. Not getting going Warlow and Hunter!" Felicity said with poison dripping from each word. She was trying her hardest to not personally send them to meet Cerberus in the Underworld. Maybe she needed to start attending an anger management class.

As Felicity turned away from them to yell at the cohort on who has the honor of going through the course she almost ran into Clare. She was with one of the younger campers. Felicity almost felt sorry for the partner statement, almost being the key word. Felicity nodded. "Fine, you two can go after Rhia and Ethan. They managed to piss me off and get the worst of it." Felicity said as nicely as she could. She rubbed her temples. "Don't tell anyone, but I'll give you and junior not as bad of a time. I don't want to kill anyone." Felicity said with a sigh.

She watched as people started partnering up and she tried to keep a good mental list of who was with who. In the rush to wake everyone up she had forgotten a notepad. Such a stupid mistake. Notepad or not, it seemed that everyone was paired up and it was time to get their lazy butts through the obstacle course. She walked over to the group of zombies and gave them a few guidelines. 1) No killing, at the most they can mildly injure a camper. 2) Stop attacking once they get to Felicity. 3) Go easy on the partners with younger campers and younger campers in general. Finally 4) Do their worst to Rhia and Ethan, but again, no killing. Felicity didn't want to deal with any paperwork this early.

Before heading to the end of the course Felicity turned and got the cohorts attention. "First to go through the course will be the idiots who decided to make your favorite centurion even more in a bad mood. Rhia and Ethan. Have fun you two." Felicity yelled as she walked to the end of the course and unsheathed her sword, awaiting the arrival of her least favorite camper, Rhia, and her idiot partner, Ethan.

outfit: camp stuff with armor
words: 676
notes: Congrats Rhia and Ethan, you get the worst of it all!

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Rhiannon's head turned so she looked Ethan in his face, had he just called her by a familiar name? She allowed few people to call her Rhia, and everyone else just had to settle for using her full name. "Rhiannon to you. Both of you!" she said throwing a glare at Felicity. She strained to keep an even tone to her voice, uncaring and completely unlike the crazy centurion that stood in front of them now. She at least wanted to try keeping a level head, bad things happened when she let her anger get the best of her. Mostly her magic went out of control, and that was not something she needed. She did however crack a smile. "Good, I want to fight you when you're nice and rested so you can't complain I only beat you because you were tired. I'd love to go first." She didn't care about the fact Ethan had been thrown into the fire with her. He was either going to make it to the end or not, he even agreed to go about as if they weren't partners. Still, she'd feel a little bad if she just left him.

The runes in her pockets were something she could use, and it was definitely a good thing she brought them. She was still trying to make something more permanent than paper to put them on though. For now they would have to do, she wondered if she should wait until the end to use them, or get it ready before. A little speed boost might help a good deal with the obstacle, but she wanted to run through them without her little boosts just to show that stuck up centurion. She'd wait until the end. "Make sure you're waiting at the end for me Death Breath. And stop calling me Rhia."

Was Rhiannon a little over confident? Perhaps a little, but only because she was so angry. She was more than ready to turn up the speed with her little rune and dash through this course like no tomorrow, but not this time. She'd wait until she was closer, then that idiot wouldn't know what hit her. She had several speed boosts in her pocket, they were her favorites after all. After fighting Josh so much she knew just how powerful speed could be, that small amount of time you reacted faster than the other person. Rhiannon pulled the little notes from her pocket and handed one to her so called partner. "Legacy of Mercury right? If necessary this paper has a rune that will make you faster. It'll last about an hour, don't know how long it'll take you to get to the end of the course so use it however you want. Try not to get too hurt will you?" Her tone continued to show lack of caring, or perhaps a bit of annoyance. Either way she wasn't happy about giving up one of her runes.

Standing at the start she eyed the course, she had gone through it with Josh not too long ago. In fact this was her normal training course, she never really though about taking the hardest one just kinda picked the closest one. It always happened to be this one, closest to the forest anyway. It made sense, place the hardest one with fire and brimstone away from camp. Her attention split between the whirling blades that were contraptions, and the blades the undead held. This was certainly going to be fun. With a quick glance at her so called Partner Rhiannon was off, into the thick of the obstacles and zombies.

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Clare was nervous. Extremely nervous. And it wasn’t even near her turn yet. This was not going to end well. But she was rather glad she had forgotten to take off her shall necklace when she went to bed, so it was still around her neck. That would certainly help. And though she was glad that Felicity seemed to be at least a little bit nicer to her and Steven,s he felt bad for the others. “No, it’s ok… We can handle it. Right, Steven?” The boy looked ready to pass out. Okay, maybe not. She gave Felicity a guilty look. This was not going to be pretty, but at least, Felicity seemed to be ready to help them out a little bit.

She looked over to watch the war breaking out with Rhiannon, though, and felt bad. It was never a good idea to stand up to someone angry, and, well, both Felicity and Rhiannon were doing that right now, as neither was happy. And it didn’t look like anything good was coming from it. In fact, she would not be surprised if that pep talk Felicity gave the undead warriors was to kill Rhiannon. Poor Rhia. It wasn’t her fault she was cranky. Maybe she just didn’t like being up early? And she could remember the times that she and Felicity had fought before, so this wasn’t surprising. The timing was just really bad, that was all.

In the hopes of both not getting into any more trouble by not following the rules and also to maybe help Steven feel a little more comfortable with this stuff, she led him over to an open area and tried to ignore a zombie that seemed to take an interest in them both. That was a bit unsettling in all honesty. She picked up a couple of training staffs. “Here, we can practice with these. So that you’re ready when we get to Felicity, okay? Don’t worry, we can do this.” She leaned in and whispered as she handed him the second staff, [colo0r=aqua]“Don’t worry, I think I know a way I can help you out on the course without it looking like we’re breaking the rules.”

[/color] She winked at him. “Now, you remember this stuff from training right?” She straightened up, took a few steps back, and held her staff at the ready. “Try and hit me.”

Thankfully, Steven seemed pretty sure of what he was doing. He was a son of… Apollo, yes that was it. So thank goodness she hadn’t told him to hit her with a bow. That would not have been pretty. At least not for her. Getting injured before even getting to the course would be bad.[/blockquote]


Tag: 4th cohort
Word Count: 452
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Ethan was pretty sure, at least judging from his cohort this fine early morning, that his barrack was run and populated mostly by crazy females. And not crazy in the monthly weirdness kind of way that he really didn’t want to go into since he neither knew nor wanted to know much more about it except that girls turned into crazies for a while. More the kind of crazy that was built into one’s personality. So he opted to stay the heck out of the way until necessary, which was looking more and more immediate. That was to say, death was looking more and more immediate. He sincerely hoped that was not the goal of this exercise. If it was all about weeding out the lower ones he could kiss his toosh goodbye right now. Yeah, this would be a nice time for one of those unexpected trips to China or something. Felicity would hate him, but at least he’d be out of range and hopefully too unconscious to be forced into the obstacle course.

Speaking of which, Rhiannon was talking to him. He snapped to attention. “Yes, Rhiannon, ma’am, indeed…. Yeah…” He wasn’t entirely certain what he was saying but as long as it didn’t involve any nicknames and him getting his butt handed to him on an imperial gold platter, he figured it was probably okay. Oh, she was offering him something. He took the paper and looked at it curiously as he listened. Whatever it said on the paper was definitely not English or Latin or probably not French or insert random language here either. “An hour? Sweet? What do I have to do? I mean, yeah, I’ll save it for sure, but I don’t have to like duct tape it to my forehead or something do I?” He’d seen a few Japanese shows that involved that and wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. “And right, no getting mortally wounded. Thanks. Same goes to you.”

He watched the course like it was about to eat him. Which was basically true enough. The thing looked like death with a light coating of pain and suffering just to give it that proper taste of doom and destruction. And did he mention the zombies? Yeah, there were a lot more of them then he realized. Or maybe it was just the fact that they looked a lot more deadly when they were waiting to taste his blood. No, not taste, they weren’t Edward Cullen or something even creepier than zombies like that. For now though, he needed to concentrate. He pushed the paper Rhia had given him into his pocket and dashed off after her. Thankfully, he was pretty lithe and decently fast, so the obstacle course itself wasn’t as scary. It was those darned zombies. This was like a terrible, horrible form of a Michael Jackson video on steroids.

Tag: 4th cohort
Word Count: 482
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Felicity smirked. "Rhiannon, nah, doesn't have the same ring to it as Rhia does. Wouldn't you agree Rhia. Beside, Rhia, the name Rhia fits you so much better." Felicity said mockingly. Okay, she might have been adding fuel to the flame but that was how they associated. They would never get along, never work together. Heck, they would probably never have a decent conversation together. They were too much like water and oil, never cooperating. Felicity couldn't help but let a smile shadow across her face. "Glad you approve. See you at the end." Felicity replied. Oh yes, she really couldn't wait till Rhia got to the end. This was one fight she was eagerly looking forward to. Then came the glare. "Death Breath? Oh real mature Rhia." Felicity said with an eye roll as she marched off.

Felicity shook her head at Clares statement. "I just want the kids to have it a little easier. I know that you could probably handle the course okay, it's the munchkins I worry about." Felicity said with a smile to Steven, though she doubted any sort of affection to the kid would help against the fact he was trembling in fear. Okay, Felicity defiantly came out too strong with this practice. Maybe she should have just done it with the older members of the cohort, no, that was too soft. This had to be done, for everyone, it was only fair. Besides, if the reason for this practice wasn't one that everyone agreed on then they could just suck it up, it would help in the long run, plus Felicity was their centurion so they were stuck with it. Felicity will have them prepared in case anything were to happen to her cohort in the midst of all this anti-gods movement she had within her head.

Once she had gotten to the end of the course and stood there with her unsheathed course she watched and determined that it was time to begin. "Alright zombies. Give them your worst." Felicity said with a smirk as fifty zombies started to advance to the beginning of the course and giving Rhia and Ethan a deadly smile. These zombies were obviously eager to meet their new opponents. It had been awhile since they have a good fight and now was their chance to see how well they could fight in their undead form. They hoped to feel that taste of victory that once ran through their mortal lives. After all, Felicity did summon the best undead soldier she could find. Just how good was the best?

outfit: camp stuff with armor
words: 484
notes: You guys can totally play the zombies too for posting sake

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Yeah, Felicity was doing it for the annoyance right now. It worked, it worked so very well. Rhiannon had to control herself, don't want to accidentally start an earthquake again. Or minor nova explosion. Or large ball of flames. Yeah there were several bad things that could happen when Rhiannon let her temper get the best of her. For now she's take it out on some putrid rotting corpses. Not as fun as when she gets to the end with Felicity, but it would still be good. So very good. She could use her magic and simply tear through the obstacle course herself, but no. Magic was meant to be kept and stored for emergencies. The pieces of paper that lined her pockets were a great way to do just that. She needed something more solid, that was going to have to wait though. Maybe make a nice little request of that forge boy, Simmons. Why she called him and only him by his last name? Because he called her by hers. Simple.

Rhiannon said nothing, she couldn't. She was pretty sure with the emotions swelling in her heart that nearly every word she spoke would be filled with magic, and that was a bad thing. Words were terrible things when magic was fused with them, for now she bit her tongue. A bit harder than expected and the sweet metallic taste soothed her. She wasn't sure why, and was pretty sure people would look at her funny if she ever said it, but she loved the taste of blood. Every day that went by she wondered if perhaps she had some Mars in her blood, but considering her father it was doubt able.

"Nothing that odd. Make sure the paper doesn't rip either, just touch the rune on that paper and want it to work. Want to move faster. It will take a small bit of your energy but nothing too terrible." She answered calmly, the metallic taste unfortunately gone from her mouth. She would draw blood soon enough, though there was no way she was putting it near her mouth. She didn't know where Felicity had been. "If I am wounded I can heal myself, you can't. But yes, I will avoid it thanks." she said in the same emotionless voice. It was better than being excited, or angry like she had been earlier. Complete control meant she could use her magic easier and without waste.

Rhiannon pulled her sword and shield, the gold of her shield and the silver of her blade were an interesting pair. Now if only she had something crystal. Insert pokemon jokes here. Rhiannon had gotten faster thanks to her training with Josh. The twin blade training really helped with her shield and sword techniques and definitely with her fighting in general. This was going to be the first time she show cased it though, so it might be a bit interesting. She hoped the use of her shield was not going to inhibit her way through the course, glancing over the course real quick she could see some trouble spots but nothing she couldn't get trough.

Rhiannon had not heard it, not with how far that so called centurion had gone from the start of the course, but they definitely lived up to Felicity's orders. At every corner Rhiannon was watching her back, the mechanical blades that whirled took a back burner for the highly skilled ones belonging to Felicity’s little zombie friends. She began to think it might be better to use a spell or two, but there was little break in the onslaught to pause and give time to a spell. She was faster, and it saved her neck several times. A nick here and there as she attempted to make her way through the crazy mess that spanned across the course. She had realized even before starting, that she would no be able to cut down every creature that came after her, so her only option would be to forge ahead no matter what. That was exactly what she attempted to do.

She was not sure if the zombies warmed up, or the course was normally harder towards the end, or even the very likely even that Rhiannon began to tire as time went on. Either way after quite a few scrapes, cuts, and minor internal bleeding called bruises, Rhiannon took a full fledged sword to her side. It cut deep, and quite possibly caught an internal organ. "Sano, continua curationum" she spoke harshly through the pain, more of a reflex than anything she was really trying to cast. Still it held magic energies in her words, and the bleeding wound in her side healed rather nicely. The minor cuts and bruises faded, and even the second hit that caught her while she reacted to the first healed when she knocked the sword and attacker from her. For a few moments she would heal every cut, every scrap that was made, and in thouse few moment she mad sure to incompasitate and undead she faced. She felt the pain, and the odd feeling of wounds quickly healing, but she knew it would last two minutes at most. That was if her body allowed that much healing, number of cuts or time which ever came first.

OOC: I hope that's okay

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((OOC: Skip Clare this round as she's just sparring with Steven. I'll try to get an Ethan post up asap))

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Ethan was not good with going through a zombie-infested obstacle course at three in the morning. He might have mentioned that already though. But getting a little help was okay in his book. He pulled the paper back out of his pocket and carefully folded it so it wouldn’t rip because putting it back in his pocket. “Touch it and want it to work. I think I can do that. And pah, I have energy to spare. Maybe not at three in the morning, but normally I do.” Emphasis on not at three in the morning. Thankfully, Felicity forcing them all awake had gotten the blood flowing some. Enough to hopefully get him not killed. That would be good. He wasn’t a fan of the idea of dying a horrible death so early. He’d rather it me midday for that. Or no day. Yeah, no day sounded good. Wait, she could heal herself? What, did she have a secret store of ambrosia she was keeping to herself or something? Plausible. And given her wonderful teamwork skills she tended to display around their slightly terrifying centurion, not all that unlikely either. “Okies dokes. See you at the other side then!”

He gave her a head start since they weren’t supposed to be working together. Well, that and she’d sort of taken off before he could get his own wits about him. Okay, yes, yes, this was going to be fun. He wiped his hands on his pajama pants, more to settle nerves than anything, and went for it. It wasn’t the first time he’d run this course. Heavens no. He just didn’t like it. At all. Whatsoever. Period. What was it with the Romans and coming up with curious ways to torture or maim and then putting them together in one hellish run of course? Whatever it was that got them to do it, they did it well. Hence why he was still questioning if he really belonged here after all these years. Well, except that Jason was here. If Jason wasn’t here, he probably would have skipped town way before now. This place was just insane.

But now was not the time to reminisce or anything. Now was the time not to get himself killed. Not getting himself killed was, after all, something of a hobby of his. Which didn’t mean that he was necessarily good at it, but he did rather like not dying horribly. Which brought him to the present, as which point a blade nearly cut his nose off as one of the zombies came in a little too close for comfort. Without thinking about it, he teleported. Which would have been handy, except it only got him two feet. Better than nothing. He thanked the gods for being quick and stepped up behind the zombie before it realized what was going on, hooking it around the disgustingly not complete neck and kneeing it in the lower back. It worked on people a lot, so hopefully it would here. If nothing else, it might buy him time to get out of the way.

And buy him time it did. It seemed even the undead did rely something on their spines. So without further pause, he was back on track trying not to get too beat up by the course. Which was sort of working. Mostly. He had a few cuts to boast of, but thankfully the zombies seemed to take more interest in Rhia. He probably shouldn’t be thankful for that as it wasn’t good for her, but all the-… DUCK! He dropped to the ground and felt where his shoulder had been hit from behind. Just as expected, his hand came away red and wet. Lovely. So from his wonderful ground vantage point, he swung his foot around and caught the zombie around the ankle, knocking it off balance enough that it lost its sword. Which Ethan gladly took up. A weapon was a good thing. Shiny – well, slightly rusty – new – well, old – weapon in hand, he kept running.

Tag: 4th cohort
Word Count: 673
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