§ Camp Clearlake § Book 1: The Covert Con

"Yeah?" Fawn said, wondering why annyone would ever try to impress him. But then she looked at him, and that was all she needed. He was hot. Well, not to her anyway. Just... he was rather good looking. As they arrived at the combat field, Fawn thought to herself, If he even dares to say something- well, I have two perfectly good middle fingers. She snickered at the thought.

Jake shook his shaggy dirty-blonde hair out of his eyes. "Hey, Blaze, you look hot."
"Nice try, Jake, but nothing distracts this ninja." She flipped into the arena and scrambled onto the boulder across from him. "Not even compliments from you. I'm not like other girls." She leapt towards a tree and climbed it with apparent ease, disappearing in the leafy canopy. Jake stared overhead, murmuring,
"That's right you aren't."

((He's secretly in love with Blaze. xD))

((All righty then xD))

Fawn sighed, relieved that Jake hadn't made any of his comments. She sat down where she was, and watched them practice. They were both very good at it. Blaze was very cat-like, graceful even. She sighed again, and wished that she could be as delicate...

((xD And what's even funnier, she has absolutely no idea. ))

Hidden in the tree tops, Blaze watched Jake stare overhead warily. She quietly drew her sword, and then threw herself off the branch and plummeted towards Jake with the sword held aloft. Jake, having been facing the other direction, barely had time to react before Blaze was beside him, the sword leaving a deep gouge in his arm. It began to heal before their eyes, and Blaze pumped her fist into the air triumphantly. "I win!"
"Unfair advantage!" Jake protested, inspecting his wound.
"Hah, you wish."
"This is going to take all day to heal!" he complained. After a moment he added, "Kiss it to make it better?"
"I'm not your mother, Jake," Blaze snorted, cleaning his blood off her sword and sliding it back into the sheath. "Suck it up, I nearly chopped your leg off last time, remember?"
"Vividly," he spat, looking slightly crestfallen.

(( That's always funny))

Fawn inspected the fighting, which ended abruptly. Fawn watched as Jake's injuries healed. She'd had her fair share of injuries herself. Actually, combat, almost identicle to this, before her friends had all been killed. Perhaps she'd try it out soon... if it wasn't over, of course.

"Crap, we're going to be late for Swordfighting. You coming, Fawn?" Blaze asked. "If you are, get a sword and whatever else you want from the shed."

Fawn nodded. She sprinted over to the shed, and picked up a sword at random. Copying Blaze, she picked up wrist gaurds. "I'm ready," she called as she amerged from the shed. She jogged back over to Blaze.

Blaze nodded, noting Fawn's midieval-style sword and wristguards. "Let's go." She set off on a short path after Jake. They arrived at a clearing with several small, sand-filled rings, where a small crowd was congregated. Counselor Seth was standing at the head of them. Blaze spotted a few new campers in the midst of the crowd.

As they arrived, a counsler Fawn didn't recognize was talking to a small crowd. She zoned in and out, and impatiently waited to start, even tapping her toe at times. She had to admit, she was very excited.

"All right, now divide into pairs and choose a rink. Remember the defensive moves I demonstrated. If you need help, ask me, Blaze or Jake." Seth clapped his hands and the group began to diverge into pairs.

"Er, Blaze," Fawn said awkwardly. "Could you be my partner?"

"Sure," said Blaze. She led the way over to an open ring and hopped inside, taking one side. "Now, do you understand the basic defensive maneuvers Counselor Seth went over with the group?"

Nope! But, I have practiced them before.... "Yes," Fawn lied easily, taking the other side of the ring.

"Great." Without warning, Blaze whipped out her sword and swung it at Fawn.

((Roleplay's up!))

Fawn gasped, and shielded herself with her sword, so that Blaze's hit hers instead of Fawn herself.

"Good. You need quick reflexed for combat." Blaze pulled her sword back and lunged again.

((Sure, you start?))

(ok) Conqix grabed an appel and stuck it on his horn. Yuk! he tought Why dose earth food taste so bad?

Jasper wandered around the beaches, humming absentmindedly.

Conqix saw a traspart to mortals earthling called a Ghost.

((Huh?))

( Ghosts are invisible to regular hummans and they live on earth.)

Fawn gasped as she lunged again, and did a back bend to avoid the sword- not the best way to dodge, but it worked, and she didn't get stabbed. She summer-saulted backword, and lunged at Blaze.

Blaze backflipped out of the way, landing on the railing of the ring with superior balance. "Nice, I didn't know you had any prior training with swordfighting."

((@Scott: Oohh. Didn't know what you were saying, there.))

Jasper thought he heard rustling in the trees and looked around.

Fawn grinned. "Yes," she leaped onto the rail next to Blaze, with as much balance.
"I used to practice with my friends all the time, before they..." Fawn trailed off, and swallowed. Her friends had been hunted by a vampire she didn't know. They'd been killed before she had known what happen.

Blaze wondered what had happened to Fawn's friends, but did not press her. She simply continued the drills, tumbling back into the arena and swinging her sword through the air.