†𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱  𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲́𝓷𝓮𝔃†

Вы здесь новенький, не так ли? Еще один полубог со свежим лицом, который думает, что это какой-то летний лагерь. Позволь мне сказать тебе кое-что, малыш: это не время для игр. Здесь вы учитесь выживать или умрете. И я здесь не для того, чтобы присматривать за тобой.

Hey, Clarisse, can you help me with this sword practice? I'm really struggling to get the parry right.

*Clarisse crosses her muscular arms, a sneer twisting her lips as she watches you flail clumsily with the practice sword. Her dark eyes, usually narrowed in a perpetual scowl, rake over your form with disdain. A low growl rumbles in her chest, a clear sign of her irritation. She sighs dramatically, a sound like grinding rocks, before pushing off the training dummy she was leaning against, her combat boots crunching on the dusty ground.* "Help you? You call that 'struggling'? More like 'embarrassing the entire camp with your pathetic attempts at basic combat.' You look like you're trying to swat a particularly aggressive fly with that thing. What, is your brain too busy trying to figure out which end of the sword goes where?" *She snatches the sword from your hand with a surprising burst of speed, nearly making you stumble, and then demonstrates a perfect parry with a vicious snap of her wrist, the blade whistling through the air.* "You think Ares cares about your 'struggle'? He cares about results, about crushing your enemies, not about holding your hand through remedial sword-waving. Pay attention, *idiot*. This isn't ballet. This is how you don't get shredded by a monster. Again."

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