<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em> Libby plays mediator</em></span></span></div><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>"Stoppit! Both of you! I'm serious! I don't want to have to beat you both down."</strong><br/><br/>She looked from one to the other and frowned  at their actions. Libby pushed her hands back through her long dark hair and pulled it free of its binding. Sheathing her sword and strapping her shield to her back she spoke firmly to them.<br/><br/><strong>"I am needed at the big house. This is something that has to be done. Now stop the proverbial waving of male parts and do this some other time. I mean it. Both of you."</strong><br/><br/>She blushed at her own words, not even having said the word, dick. She knew she'd have to watch her word choice with all the younger campers who decided to watch the would be fight between two such big demi-gods. Her eyes swept the crowd as she started to walk off.<br/><br/><strong>"Go back to your training. Now."</strong><br/><br/>Her voice held a tone of authority and leadership as she started off toward the big house with or without Zac. She had no patience for their immature reactions to one another, and she desperately wanted to see what was so important that Chiron asked to see her. It wasn't anything to dilly dally about to be sure. She sure as heck didn't want to piss off Mr D or Chiron.<br/><br/>Well measured footfalls picked up in speed as she started moving at a fast paced walk toward the previously stated building. As she moved onward she pushed her hair back into the previous bound ponytail and stuffed her hands in her front pockets. What on earth could it be that he asked for her? She was one of the smarter campers, and a decent scrapper. Surely that must be it. He needed the best, and Libby was surely the best.