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Kyle looked at the girl's and he noticed Kevin,He then go up and walked out of the arena.Just before he left he turned his blade back into a cloak and ptu it around him.

Anya walked into the arena, debating her course of action. Should she get some practise with her dagger, or with a less magical item? Looking down at where the small weapon hung on her waist she decided on a non-magical weapon. Probably she was pretty rusty with one of those and should catch up. She picked up a sword and started practising.

When the time comes, you have to do what is necessary,

When John walked into the arena he was still furious. He couldn't believe that some random girl had eavesdropped on his conversation then just out of the blue judged him. He just didn't want any help. Could they not see that? He pulled out his sword and moved to the first dummy. He slashed at it with deadly force. Then he moved onto the next dummy and did the same. The once human like dummies were reduced to nothing but individual strands of hay. He sword was slashing at the dummies at places that should kill a human. Places such as the neck, stomach, and the center of the head. He also practiced stabbing at places that wouldn't kill you, such as a leg or an arm. When he stuck the sword in these places, he would twist the blade until there was a large hole, then slashed it free, removing the limb. After which, he would practice lunges and slashes. He was still angry even after all that, so he took a few more stabs, then decapitated, and then removed all limbs from a practice dummy. John then moved on to the next batch of dummies.

not what you heart tells you to.

Alyson walked into the arena and started slashing thru a few dummies, bordely, with her sword. She 'killed' a few dummies and beheaded another then sighed. "The dummies suck to train with." She said. Because honestly, it did. How can you practice fighting when you are fighting a lifeless dummy that didn't attack back?

{{Riley Shakeel - Daughter of Athena}}
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As Riley entered the arena following Kevin she was instantly hit with the smell of sweat and even a whiff of the sharp smell of blood. She could hear swords clanging and teenagers laughing as they won the upper hand in their fights. She could also hear the sound of... fabric tearing? Thinking about what that could possibly be she decided it must have been the training dummies around the perimeter. Whenever someone slashed through the fabric it made a decently loud sound.

Riley's attention was drawn back when Kevin told her he was leaving and would be right back. 'Erm... okay then...,' she thought, realizing he was already too far away to hear her. Sighing, she walked over to the edge of the arena and slowly looked for a dummy. When she found one she used her right hand to figure out the contours of it and it's height and stuff. There were smooth rings in the stomach area of it and after a second she realized that a bulls eye must have been painted on it.

Riley stood in front of it and backed up 40 paces making sure she stayed facing it. Stopping, she pulled aside her jacket revealing two belt-like straps that crossed in an 'x' across her torso. Each strap contained 6 celestial bronze throwing knives in latched sheaths. Unlatching the bottom two, Riley held both throwing knives in her right hand and threw them sharply at the training dummy. Listening, she heard them both land with a "thunk" in the dummy. After throwing all 12 knives she walked over to the dummy and started pulling out knives. She realized besides the one that had embedded itself in the wooden pole the dummy was on, all of them had hit the dummy and 10 of them had landed inside the bulls eye.

The last knife she had to pull out was the one embedded in the wood. Kneeling down to try to get better leverage, she pulled on it with all of her strength before it finally dislodged and the suddenness send Riley falling backwards. Luckily, she caught her balance, but her sunglasses fell off so she closed her eyes to hide her pale green irises and started feeling around on the ground for her sunglasses.

Jessie strode into he Arena, a hard, worn expression clearly visible upon her face. Things around here were getting... Unexciting to say the least. Psh, there was more action at my last boarding school than there ever was here... Groaning, she started for the bleachers, sitting there, staring up at the sky... ceiling, whatever. She thought about her brother for the first time in what seemed like ages. Since the accident, that she would never admit to herself wasn't her fault, she's been different. To herself, and everyone else. That's right. Embrace yourself with your secluded inner smart alec you were meant to be? She rolled her eyes. It's not that I'm a smart alec... per say... It's just that when people speak, they end up mentioning something stupid, that they don't even understand, and they make me seem more intellectual. She bit the inside of her cheek. But that's not always fun. That's probably why I get in so many fights. People think that I think I'm better than everyone else. When, in reality, I know I'm better than everyone else. Most people here. But, anyone here wouldn't possibly understand my thoughts. My individual take on the world... Jessie chuckled to herself lightly. I give up on the world in that form of matter...

Jessie climbed further to the top of the bleachers, and hoped, waited, anticipated anyone to walk through that door, and would actually stand as a challange for her. These people here, they sure can show that they think they're tough, but once you get them in the ring, they completely punk out on you. She smiled, remembering a thought that had crossed her mind not too long ago. Bloodshed isn't always a bad thing... Unless you bleed to death. That's a definite party bummer.

Christy skipped into the arena, sitting down in one of the arena chairs. Pulling out a book, she started to read it.