This one had a fire in her belly, Goldberg could tell that already. The question was......did she have Greek Fire in her gut, or was it just a few good embers that were flaring up with adrenaline. She however didn't know what she was talking about. She had known him an entire three minutes. "We're all here aren't we? You want to learn how to turn the arrows of Apollo into rubber? I can teach you that. You whats the difference between a phalanx and a bunch of people standing next to each other, shields up and spears out, I'll teach you that. You want someone who'll bring us into the events, push you as<em>hard</em>as you can go and make you into everything you can be as a child of Ares, I'll drag it out of you kicking and screaming. This is the Ares Cabin, we breed warriors. You want someone to hold your hand through camp time and show you how to cook your marshmellow just right, you won't find it here."<br/><br/>She was standing like he was now, he took a step to close any distance between them, squaring up. His height against hers, his glare against hers. He had a few summers under his belt, he was the War Leader and for a damn good reason, there was<em>nobody</em>here who come into his own as a child of Ares more then Goldberg. When the events came around, he'd show them why he was the favoured son of Ares, but for now they'd have to trust that he was in his position for a good reason. "If you're got a problem, speak up. Roar like a lion. If someone's giving you grief, I'll be the first one to put them in their place. If you need someone to held a shield while you practice a swing, I'll help hold that shield. Be prepared to help yourself, and I'll help you do it. You need someone to do it for you, take a walk into the forest and don't come back."