The next day Tom answered the door to Fletch. He was only allowed to stand at the door since Dougie knew that it was hi8m who had burnt me. Instead we just talked there instead.
"Hey you said you wanted to know what I was making and so I finished it last night and decided to give it to you today. He went to hand me a sword which glinted silver and bronze.
Tom grabbed it before I could and held it to his face. "Hmm, what on earth is this made of?" Fletch grinned proudly. "A special alloy of silver and stygian bronze. It can kill werewolves and all other monsters too. It doesn't harm mortals and should fit her perfectly!"
Tom seemed to accept this and handed it to me. It was surprisingly light and balanced perfectly in my hand. "Now we just need to get you practised in the art of sword fighting but I think Lucas is going to help you there."
I grinned happily and high fived Fletch "Thank you so much!" He just nodded and left after nodding to my brothers.
About half an hour later Lucas came round and asked if he could take me to the fight arena to train me. Tom and Dougie were stopped before they could disagree as Jack agreed and in fact encouraged it. "Try out a bow too!" he shouted after us and I agreed.
As we were walking along the path towards the arena Lucas explained my natural skills. "Since you are from the Apollo cabin you should be quite profound at healing, music and archery. For the first hour we can focus on your archery and then learn some sword fighting since that's my speciality.
At the end of the hour of archery I had started helping Lucas since I had such a natural talent at it. So instead we concentrated on swords. Lucas began to show me the basics with my new sword.
Lucas himself said it was a beautiful weapon with it dual metal and glass handle. At first I expected that to be uncomfortable but it was actually quite nice. The handle also had streams of gold and red running through it.
It was also surprisingly light and so I could easily lift it above my head to give power to a blow. For the next 2 days he finished the basics and went on to more complicated tricks of disarming and confusing opponents.
On Thursday he decided to teach me a trick of his own invention. He called it the 'Chainsaw' It was an illusion but he turned it into a disarming trick too.
You simply make a few quick figures of 8's with your sword. Then quickly through it around your back and to your front hands at the front.
He made it look very easy but it took me hours to get it sorted. He then demonstrated how easy it was to use the momentum of the sword to quickly knock your opponent's sword onto the ground rendering them helpless.
By lunch I had it pretty much sorted but we stayed for a bit longer till I was perfect. I even managed to disarm him a few time though I guess he was being gentle.
We then went to eat at the dining pavilion which was relatively empty. I said "Bacon" to the general area I was sat in and I instantly got it perfectly cooked. I was still not used to this and felt bad for asking for too much.
At home we were always told 'You get what you're given' whereas at camp you were told 'Ask and you will get.'
I finished my food quickly so that we could get back to training and met up with Lucas. "Ok were not going to learn any tricks. Partly because you need to learn in a dual, and partly because I don't know any other tricks. We're going to freestyle dual."
We made it to the amphitheatre and training area and faced each other. I made the mistake of running towards him in 'surprise'. It didn't quite work that way and I ended up on the floor in an instant with his sword at my neck.
After this the afternoon passed quickly and I didn't win one fight. I started to notice small tricks Lucas would do and started to copy them. It soon began to get dark and before long it would be dinner. "One last dual Gwen?" I looked over to Lucas and nodded. "Sure if you think you're up for it!"
He laughed and we began to slowly circle each other. It lasted longer than all the others. I attacked quickly but with more skill and it almost surprised him. But he always still managed to lift his sword up to block any attacks. The metal would screech as I pushed him backwards.
After one of my more sudden blows he began to become offensive, his blows came hard and fast. After only a minute of dodging and blocking my arm began to tire. But I was too stubborn to just accept defeat.
I quickly slashed out my sword through the air and Lucas stumbled backwards. I went to follow him but it was a simple trick.
As I was blinded by the small sense of victory he leapt close and perfectly spun out a chainsaw, the trick he had taught me that morning. I really wasn't accepting it and my sword clanged to the ground.
This had completely unbalanced me and within a few seconds I was laid on the floor with Lucas' sword by my head.
He grinned down at me only inches from my face. "I win." He whispered. I pouted up at him "You win." I smiled back. He began to lean down towards me. I could feel his breath on my cheek and so I closed my eyes.
Hey guys I decided to leave this here because I am doing a uncle Rick. Will they, wont they? Anyhow I'm not putting another one up for a bit since I'm going to a McBusted concert tomorrow and cadets stuff next week. See you soon Review pwetty please. Tschüss
