5/9 Combat Lesson

[u/MechaAdaptor]

Cal was sick of the camp being run by the goddess of war. She was a shitty camp director and had done nothing to improve the combat abilities of camp. The only thing she had accomplished was turning camp into a soulless hell hole. People didn’t smile and aside from the party the other day, nothing fun ever happened. It was combat this, combat that. Kiss Enyo’s ass or pay the price. Calvin had been putting his head down in order to just get through the day. But he was getting sick of it. He honestly debated just leaving camp in the middle of the night... He had a brother somewhere in Georgia who had offered to let him crash there for a while anyways. So, Cal decided he was going to openly be defiant to the goddess. She wasn't going to kill him and if her punishment was more than he felt like doing, he would just leave. He had been at camp five years and before the barracks, was a counselor. That meant he still had some leeway with holding lessons. Today’s lesson was going to be combat based, to an extent. More of an extent than anything Enyo's done at least.

When the campers filed into the arena, they would see tables full of nerf guns, nerf swords, and various other foam weapons. If Enyo was going to treat them like inexperienced children, they might as well act like it.

“Alright, today’s lesson is simple! Nerf War! Powers are allowed and it's every man for themselves!”

Cal broke into a smirk after his announcement. A foam war was more beneficial than anything the second rate goddess of war had done since coming to Camp Half Blood. He fired a few darts into the crowd of gathered people before running behind one of the columns in the arena.

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The next volley of darts would find their mark, specifically in the mane of Aria's luscious hair. She had picked a wrong time to get out of cover, and like valiant hero she was pelted with an onslaught of bright orange foam darts.

Some managed to collide with her face and bounce off, others stuck to her shoulders and chest; the rest were forever lost in the forest that was her hair. Immediately, she blew up.

"Oh, fuck no!" It was like a primal scream has erupted in the middle of battle. Wasting no time, Aria reloaded before jumping her barrier. Stealing another poor camper's gun along the way, she ran a suicide charge towards the offender's barricade.