The Rooster's Beginnings(Kit, The Cat/Lbb/Open)

POV: Azima Chahine

Azima sighed aloud as Kit talked to him. He never was able to focus on just one thing. His words came out with an African accent, "You know, if you can't focus while you practice, you might cut yourself." Azima was working on his skills with his combat staff. He liked to use his powers to levitate his staff in combat, but that wouldn't always be an option for him, so he had to work on using it normally. He paused a moment to answer Kit's question. "There might be some chaos, but when isn't there in this camp. You may want to also put into account that it's possible that not everyone will return." It was a grim observation but true. It was dangerous for kids outside of Camp Half-blood. Hell, it was possible to die in camp if you were especially careless.

Kit simply pointed his finger to himself "Who, me?" This wasn't the first time he was being asked for ever since he became the cabin leader for the Hermes cabin. "What do you need me for? Wait, are you new? I haven't seen you here or, anywhere for that matter." He looked to his training partner

"Hey Azima. You know him?"

Kalos hesitated to answer, before sighing to compose himself. "U-um, well, Kain told me to come looking for you. From what I now know, I'm a demigod and my father is Hermes," he finally said, repeating all the knowledge he had learned that day. He found it hard to talk for some reason, almost as if the two in front of him were suppressing his voice.

"He was here looking for you, Kit, not to train. Though, while we're here... you there!" Azima pointed at the new kid. "Tell me, have you done any combat training yet? A demigod's life is strife, if you can not defend yourself you won't last long. not even in camp." Azima wasn't trying to scare the kid, but trying to make sure that he knew what he was getting into. Azima had heard stories of careless kids dying even before the whole situation with Charlie.

Kit had pulled back his hand "Well c'mon. At least train on a training dummy. They don't scream or anything like that so it wouldn't be a bad thing. In any case this is the training arena. At least train in some way. Like push ups or sit ups heck even squats are fine. Right Azima?" He looked towards Azima. Hinting for him to agree with him. It was all in the name of the arena too.

Kalos caught the spear in his hands, shifting slightly from the change in weight and the spear's momentum. He was unsure at first how to wield this new weapon, but he quickly adjusted. "My name is Kalos," he responded bluntly. "I don't have much knowledge of spears. I hope you'll take it easy long enough for me to get used to this?" He planted his feet after finding a suitable stance; he held the spear so that the tip was just about near the height of his face.