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"Nice to meet you then Greg." she said. "I'm Sandra, daughter of Aphrodite, I'm a bit of a disgrace to even to accept that title. If your wondering why, it's because I chose almost everything over beauty."
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"That may be true partially, but back at our cabin, there's more make-up there than I've ever seen at one place. Everytime I look up from my bed, someone's always using the beauty products. I'm still the odd one out in a way. Cabin 10 is mostly blonde children, either dyed or natural. When you don't have blonde hair and love swordfighting or archery, you stick out. They like to.... let's say outshine the shine." Sandra replied.

"It's in our blood to do that. But I grew up not in the luxury they did. I go camp out in the wilderness sometimes when my father doesn't wish me to have me around. My sisters were probably spoiled, except for our newest one. Her life was as hard as mine before," she realized she was still clutching a sword in her hand. "We should find some dummies to stab." she said with a smirk.

"Well, not really, we're not expecting them to attack back. Unless one of the Hephaestus kids have been messing with it then it'll attack us. Anyways, I don't really plan my attacks, I improvise on the spot" she said. Sandra decided she was going to practice combat with a dagger so she held out her sword. It transformed back to a pendant that she placed on her neck.

"Wait, that's not suppose to happen," she said quietly. Sandra picked up a dagger and threw it at the "heart" of the dummy with ease. She seldomly misses and has great aim when it comes to throwing daggers.

"At least the dummy didn't beat you up. That is what I would call embarassing." she said.

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Emily walked into the Arena, with her scythe already in hand. She walked to a circle of dummies and stood in the middle. She crouched into a fighting stance and quickly started slicing the dummies to pieces. Her moves were percise and without fault. When she finished sliceing the dummies, she stood in the middle of the debris with her scythe resting across her shoulders. She looked at the star the was in the orb at the bottom of the staff of her scythe, and saw it's bright glow become dimmer until it just bearly twinkled. She looked at the black of the scythe she admire the 5 star shaped "holes" at the top of the blade. Her eyes widdened when she saw the huge crack in the blade. "Aw man," she said as she ran her finger over the crack. "I wonder if someone could fix this at the Armory," she wandered out loud.