Jason kicked himself for leaving everything back at his cabin.  He watched as Libby began to train with someone and thought for a moment before turning on his heel and making his way to the Hades cabin.  He did notice that the whole camp seemed to be troubled, everyone speaking in hushed whispers that something was very wrong.  Of course something was wrong... it wasn't like he couldn't feel the death in the air.  It just didn't disturb him by virtue of it being death like it would the others.  He changed into his armor and donned his sword (http://www.swordsofmight.com/images/products/detail/Protector_of_the_Dead_Fantasy_Sword.jpg), taking his time and making his way back out to the training field.  He felt that familiar oppressive feeling of dread as he passed one of the cabins that was being presently gaurded by a satyr.  Hrm.  The satyrs didn't usually guard the buildings themselves in his experience.  Maybe something was wrong... he knew one thing though for certain.  There was something dead in there.  One of the other campers approached him hesitantly and asked what was wrong.  He shrugged and shook his head.<br/><br/><strong>"Someone died.  I don't know who, though.  I wouldn't worry about it too much."</strong><br/><br/>He turned away from the younger camper as he visibly paled and ran off to share what Jason had told him with his friends.  Jason quickly moved to the training field just as Libby was finishing up with her 'lesson' to one of the other campers.  Another camper... a guy of about 13 was standing in line to spar with her next.  He could tell the boy was a child of Ares... probably a first timer since he didn't recognize him.  He moved over and drew his sword, resting the large bastard sword on his shoulder as he spoke.<br/><br/><strong>"The next dance with her is mine.  Sorry but I'm pulling seniority."</strong><br/><br/>The kid didn't like that... he growled at Jason but he didn't argue.  He just turned and stormed off, kicking things as he went back to his cabin to tattle to his siblings.  Jason shook his head and watched him go... if the kid had actually stood his ground he may have let him have his spar with Libby anyway, but he had backed down.  His siblings wouldn't like that their little brother didn't stand up for himself.  Whether or not they came and gave Jason shit later he didn't really care about right now.  He looked the beautiful daughter of Athena in the eyes and smiled, readying his sword and speaking in ancient Greek.<br/><br/><strong>"E'khete tu'khê agathê aephibos'!"  ("Good luck, beautiful!")</strong>