<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5d/Raegen2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Raegen Connolly (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10266569#msg10266569)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Aphrodite<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sword & Shield<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 21st || 0915 AM (or so)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kat, and noting Rina<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing leather armor (chest) over casual clothes, wearing flat boots<hr/><hr/><br/>It was hard to escape the watchful eye of Clarisse, especially during spar time. It was not that the daughter of Aphrodite had meant to space out, but it felt like something was creeping up, hot breath sending chills down her spine. Maybe the focus of this mystery enemy was not on her, but on the existence of the demi-gods in a general sense. Forget the Titans, forget that monsters wanted to use them as chew toys- they were still human. She wanted a real life- a moment where she was not learning to fight to save her own skin... Worthless as it felt at times.<br/><br/><em>"Raegen! You, Kat, partner up. Now!"</em><br/><br/>Her attention swung around like her head, the braid of black hair coiled like a thick snake falling over one shoulder, at the loud yell. It was hard to miss the bellow, even above the din and clatter of weapon on weapon around her. Raegan tilted her head, silently bending down to slide her arms through the leather straps on her shield. Her gait was even as she approached Kat, eyebrows raised at the petite girl standing just a tad behind her. New girl- okay then. It didn't strike her as that important, but she smiled compellingly at the girl. Habit made her put a bit of friendly charm into the expression, but she turned her head to Kat.<br/><br/>Raegen did not dislike Kat, it seemed impossible for her to truly hate anyone after she had seen what true evil was at a younger age. The daughter of Athena was pleasant when she chose to be, but she had no idea what would be the outcome. It was just feinting exercises... Right? She reached up, fingers closing around the grip, her fingers fitting into the hilt of the gladius with an ease that said she was more than comfortable holding the weapon at the ready.<strong>"Ready, Kat?"</strong>