Who: Sandra Jones & Matthew Murtaugh When: Capture the Flag Where: Blue Team Territory, The Woods
Sandra held her sword before her with trembling hands, letting go with one for only a moment to push her helmet back into place. The Ares camper was circling her, teasing her for her poor technique, which Sandra found to be pretty rude considering she hadn’t had so much as a full week of training under her belt. She hardly had her stance perfected and knew close to two maneuvers, which were very far from polished. She’d been stationed deep into Blue territory for this particular reason, and still the Ares camper had found her and managed to corner her.
“Please- don’t” She begged, huffing under the weight of the heavy armor strapped to her torso, blood dripped down her exposed arm from where he’d cut her already. “I- I need a healer.” She whimpered, not looking at the injury lest it make her dizzy. Catching another flash of red over his shoulder, Sandra stiffened before her shoulders slumped in relief. “Matt” she practically cried, comforted by his presence for only a moment before realizing that he might not be the help she wished for considering he was on the other team. Fear bubbled up in her chest anew as she reminded herself that she was very clearly outmatched against two seasoned campers, and on this second thought, Sandra raised her sword a bit higher. “Please- don’t” she begged again, though this time she directed her plea toward Matt.
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