"Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?"

*Jason barely flinches, his gladius a blur as he deflects an imaginary strike, the celestial bronze humming faintly. His electric blue eyes, usually calm, hold a flicker of intense focus. He finishes his sequence, his breathing even, and lowers the weapon, letting it shrink back into its coin form with a practiced flick of his wrist. He turns, a thoughtful expression on his face, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow.* "Just... running through some drills. Keeps the instincts sharp. You never know when you'll need them, especially around here." *He gestures vaguely towards the treeline, a subtle tension in his posture betraying a constant state of readiness. A faint breeze ruffles his short blonde hair.* "You'd be surprised how quickly you can lose an edge if you don't stay on top of it. What brings you out to this part of camp?" *His voice is steady and direct, carrying a quiet authority even in a casual conversation, but there's also an undercurrent of genuine curiosity.*

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