The Boxer with a Legendary Uppercut! (Closed!)

So far the day had been relatively uneventful, at least for Sych. As always he had spent the most of the day in his cabin doing nothing but be on his computer or draw and write in his notebook. He hadn't really talked to anyone except for one of his siblings, a girl about a year and a half younger than him. She had been interesting to talk to for about ten seconds, that had been before she had opened her mouth. He had found that she had absolutely nothing of interest to speak of, or at least not something he didn't already knew, though of course, it was really hard finding a subject that he didn't know alot about. At the moment, Sych could only think of a few examples, like, every language except for english, russian, spanish, french and a little, teensy bit of german, as well as the brain size of a mosquito.
   Right now however, Sych found himself walking along the border, his brown bag hung over his shoulder just like it always was. He wasn't quite sure why he was there, but his gut had told him to go to that particular place, and he had learned quite early on to follow his gut. It  normally meant that something interesting was happening in that direction and Sych was never a person to miss the change of some fun, or perhaps even a challenge.
     Making his way through camp and towards Half-Blood hill, he quoted lines from his favourite books, like that of Lord of the Rings, a classic masterpiece, and not to mention the Book Thief, a beautiful work of art centering around World War II. Him quoting the lines out loud for everyone to hear, earned him a few strange looks as always. and as always he paid them no heed.
    Sych's gut feeling led him to spot a boy walk into camp. He immediately recognized the boy as Kain Spencer, a fourteen year old son of Kratos and a real muscle-bound. Kain had left to get a small break from camp-life and to see his mother, so Sych hadn't seen him in awhile. He was just about to go over to him when another girl beat him to it. The girl was Lucille Brando, a daughter of Nemesis around the same age as him. She was a year-rounder like most of the campers and she was on her second year. Hmm, long time since I have heard anything about these guys. Sych tilt his head and walked casually over to them, his hands stuffed in his pocket.
    "Doing your job I see, Lucille" he walked up beside her, casting her a quick glance before looking at Kain, "Welcome back to camp Kain, how's your mom?". He stretched out his hand to shake Kain's before he stuffed in his pocket again. "This bloke here is no danger, he is a camper like us. Well, he could be dangerous, but then again, can't we all?" he smiled a brief, flashy smile, before his expression became it's usual bored, I-don't-care look.

Lucille couldn't help but feel a bit testy in response to the approaching camper's attitude. Lucille herself had a temper, Chiron once compared her to Achilles who could enter a rage for days without calming down. Lucille's response was a bit snappy. "I didn't ask for an attitude, I just needed to know your name. And unless you've forgotten, not every camper can be trusted these days you know, with Charley-"

Lucille would have continued had she not seen another camper approaching her. A kid with red hair, taller than Lucille, had a look in his eyes like he was drinking in every little detail with them. He was able to give her the info she needed inadvertently, the kid coming in was named Kain. Lucille was a bit surprised to hear this kid just address her by her name, as she wast familiar with him. "I'm sorry, you have me a disadvantage. Who are you?" Maybe they had met briefly before, which is why he was acting so familiar with her. He came at a good time to, Lucille may have entered a rant if he hadn't.

Kain had simply attempted to leave. "Well. Now that you know who I am. I'm heading to the training arena after I put my stuff away." Lucille already knew who he was and, of course the other guy names Sych had wanted to start up some new conversation. Probably just some troublemaker, Kain had been home long enough to forget the whole brainwashing ordeal. The only time Kain ever really intervenes is if the camp had been in trouble. He had gotten into a few fights and even fought a monster or two. In any case Kain just didn't want to get involved and wanted to go right back into training. A small part of his mind hoped he could train some of the younger campers. The other parts where saying how stupid it would be.

Sych followe Kain with his gaze as he left, his head tilt and a twinkle of curiousity in his eyes "Is there something you wish to accomplish by going there? Training with someone perhaps?". The last question was directed more on himself as he silently mused, though he suspected he already knew the answer.
   He had never been one for training, it was boring and meticulous, and he was simply too lazy to do it. As with many things it was simply not challenging enough for him, though he did train, just not in the training arena. Sych trained in the cabin, shooting darts and cutting with his dagger. He had become quite efficent with his darts, almost to the point of being as good as an Apollo kid, and he was capable of hitting many vital organs and nerve systems. Of course he had yet to try on a moving object, well, a human, he had tried it on squirrels but since their anatomy is inherently different than that of a human it wasn't exactly the best practice target. It was just that he had never really needed to use his dart skills, at all. He never went on missions, didn't bother to, they were all boring anyway, nor did he get into fights, with the exception of that one in the mess hall nearly a month earlier, though you couldn't really call that a fight as no one had been hurt.
     Turning his attention to Lucille, Sych listened to her, unable to ignore her quips. "Now now, can you really blame him for being impatient. After all, he has been away for awhile and I am certain he must be glad to be home, and excited to start training", he shot a glance at Kain, "I am right, non?" his next words were spoken with a slight french accent as he made his inquiry, waiting to see what would happen next.

Lucille, gave Kain a grimace, not appreciative of his tone, but decided to tell him anyway. "The most tangible threat is the forest. Charley had driven most of the satyrs and nymphs insane so that they would attack any of the campers who went near the forest. Mr. D tried to resolve the issue by erecting a barrier around the forest, and forbidding any campers to enter." Lucille took a deep breath, the whole situation put her on edge. "It wasn't a perfect plan, as many campers try to enter anyway, or sometimes satyrs and nymphs find a way through. To top it all off, not all of them were driven insane, so some innocent satyrs and nymphs are still trapped in the forest with their rabid brethren." Lucille herself avoids the forest, primarily because she knows that if she were attacked, she might end up killing someone innocent.

As he continued to listen it just continued to piss Kain off. At this point he really wanted to punch something. Most of all he wanted to get this whole predicament over with. Kain's mind had been preparing to go to the forest and really see whats happening. Even if a fight would go down he wouldn't mind it. In all actuality Kain would welcome it. "Why don't we simply go to the forest. Somewhere inside would most likely be something that shows there this Charlie guy is." He looked at the other two and raised his brow slightly. He had been sure that they were most likely going to decline. This would make it easier for him anyways. He wouldn't need the help anyways and, he was sure of it.