Carmine's Entrance To Camp (CLOSED)

Carmine saw Fletch sweep at his leg with his sword, and he could tell things were weird by the way he stood and how he swung. Carmine should of picked something like a dagger. His sword felt so right in his hand, like Fletch's bow felt right in his hands. Carmine almost had too much time, he flicked his wrist and swung in a diagonal slash at the sword coming towards his left leg. His great sword shattered the blade in Fletch's hands and some shards of it flew into his left thigh, causing blood to run down his leg. He tried not to wince and keep his cool face on, it was tough, but he thought he masked it well. Carmine tried to hide the pain in his voice and said, "Well. . . maybe I should of used another weapon, sorry Fletch. How's your hand feeling? Did I break anything?" Carmine put his sword tip first onto the ground and began using it more as a crutch then a "best bud."

Carmine's face was an even more ghostly white with the blood trickling down his leg. He looked at the ground the entire time and gritted his teeth during the pain. Fletch handed him some lemon squares, and when he ate the entire piece in one bite, he felt kind of hot. The lemon cake also did not taste like lemon cake. It tasted like. . . like the pasta mom made him when he was little. He could never recreate the taste, no matter how hard he tried to. Carmine blinked back tears and put the rest of it into his back pocket. "Oops." That was all Carmine could think of. He almost broke Fletch's hand, practically bled out, and made Fletch rip his shirt to help him. Carmine looked around self consciously, wondering if people were looking at them. Luckily nobody seemed to care, stuff like this seemed to happen all the time. Carmine looked at the bloody shards and winced. "Hopefully some Hephaestus kids can fix that." After a few seconds Carmine's leg looked perfectly fine, save for the shredded jeans and blood stain down his leg. Carmine flexed his leg and it appeared fine, so he looked back over to Fletch. "Ready for round 2? You can use the arrow, but that means I can use... well the ground. If you don't, that's fine. We can go somewhere else and check things out."

"Sure, I'll go grab some padding. The rock armor may look good, but it's heavy." Carmine walked over to the armor section, and browsed what he could use. Everything looked heavy, so he decided to just use some pauldrons, a breastplate, vambraces, and gauntlets. The gear he took covered his chest and arms pretty well, his legs, feet, and head were exposed though. Carmine thought the extra weight was unnecessary. This set up let him have some maneuverability when running, so his legs weren't stiff. He could also see better, which was worth the exposed head. He checked his straps to make sure everything was on correctly, and when it seemed alright, he walked back over to Fletch.

Carmine spread his feet apart, bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. He lowered his sword down so the point faced Fletch. They were about ten feet apart, so Carmine's sword almost reached halfway across the gap. "You ready? Because here I come." Carmine smirked and ran towards Fletch. He jumped and stabbed his sword in a downward motion where Fletch was standing a second ago, but Fletch jumped out of the way. Pieces of rock went flying, and with the sword in the ground still, Carmine used it as a post and swung himself towards Fletch, trying to kick him, with no luck. Carmine was gripping the sword with one hand during the kick and as he lost momentum with his body, he ripped his sword out of the ground and swung it in a sweeping arc with his free hand, sending even more rocks and dirt flying. Fletch ducked under the sword and jumped back out of the sword's reach. "Not bad, Fletch." Carmine said, slightly out of breath. Fletch was nimble, which would be a problem. Carmine prepared himself for arrows, ready to use the ground if necessary to shield himself from them.

The first arrow splintered from the rock he sent up from the ground, and Fletch knocked another one back that was tinted bronze. The arrow was sent flying at his hands and Carmine threw up another rock. It worked the first time perfectly, but this arrow was different. The arrow broke through the rock, sending pebbles and dust all over Carmine's chest and legs. The arrow went straight through the rock, but the force behind the arrow was slowed enough that it didn't pierce his gauntlet, and probably saved his skin with it. The wrist section of his left gauntlet dented inwards, leaving an awkward spot that felt stiff when he tried to move his wrist. He didn't feel any pain, which was good, so his wrist wasn't pierced. Carmine now knew about the bronze arrow, and he had to keep his guard up. This guy might as well be Green Arrow if he has all different kinds of arrows. Carmine had to be ready for any arrow that was sent his way, which meant playing on the defensive. Although in Carmine's mind, the best defense is offense.

He readjusted the grip on his sword and slashed at Fletch, connecting with the air again as Fletch rolled under it. Carmine loved his great sword, but it was very easy to dodge. Most monsters weren't smart enough to know how to roll, but demigods did. Carmine's mindset was that one swing could end the match if he connected right, but he didn't want that. Fletch was a cool guy, so if he died that suck majorly. Carmine swung at Fletch again, and was stopped short when he was sent flying backwards from a flash of red. Carmine sat up, and noticed his chest plate was dented horribly at the sternum section. "Knew they'd come out sooner or later." He chuckled, a boxing arrow had sent him flying. They packed a mean punch, and Carmine was glad for the protection. His breastplate was ruined now though, so he needed new gear. Carmine rolled sideways, dodging a boxing arrow that had '10 Count' written all over it, and stood up. He blocked the next arrow by turning his sword sideways so the arrow hit the flat of his blade. Carmine stomped on the ground and a vortex of all kinds of rocks came flying up. Piece by piece they stuck together until a fancy looking chest plate was all his. It was heavy, but Carmine had a feeling it wouldn't dent so easily as steel.

Carmine got adjusted to the weight of his new gear, and was glad Fletch didn't take any cheap shots. "You're a crack shot man, let's see if you can dent this baby though. Carmine banged on his chest with his free hand. Just gotta keep this up, and I'll be set. Carmine thought to himself. He had steadied his breathing, but the rocks were heavy and he was tired from summoning so many. Carmine thought he hid it well, but his steps were sluggish. He ran to Fletch, ducking under an arrow that emanated a nasty stench, and swung at Fletch's feet. Fletch jumped back to avoid losing his ankles, and landed awkwardly. Carmine had swung at the ground to give Fletch uneven footing when he would land. With his moment of opportunity, Carmine leaped at Fletch and swung the flat of his blade at Fletch. He should of connected with the side of Fletch's arm and ribs, but his bow had taken most of the damage and managed to stay in tact. Fletch was sent flying sideways, and he sent a trio of arrows towards Carmine mid air. Are you for real right now? Was all Carmine could think. He was left open from swinging his sword in such a wide arc, and he was out of breath because the rock gear was so heavy on him. One of three arrows connected with his chest, barely piercing. The other two arrows connected with his right arm and the side of his face, with the one hitting his arm sending a cooling sensation up to his shoulder. Combining the swinging motion of his sword and the boxing glove hitting his face, Carmine did a full 360 degree turn and feel onto his back. He heard a thud and some clatter from the other side of the room, but he was just too beat. He was out of breath, his jaw was throbbing, and his arm felt numb. A quick look to his left confirmed that his arm was numb from the giant ice chunk that sprouted from where the arrow hit. Carmine looked at the ceiling and sighed, too tired to sit up and see how Fletch was.

"Dude. . . that . . . was badass." Carmine said through tired gasped. His rock chest plate crumbled off of him as he sat up, and it sank back into the ground. He hadn't noticed that his arm had a hole in it, he didn't feel anything either which was probably for the best. He rubbed his jaw with his good arm, and it was already bruising. His sword was already morphing back into a bat, where it had started to idly roll around on the ground. "Three shots, damn you're good." Carmine chuckled. "I don't think I'd be able to do that with years of practice, and you did it in mid-air." He bad arm was starting to thaw out, and he was feeling the pain slowly. A second ago it was nothing, and now it had turned into a dull throb, which would probably lead to agonizing pain in a few minutes. Carmine rubbed his bad arm, "Got any of that Ambrosio stuff? I'm starting to feel the... arm." Carmine looked down, Fletch probably felt guilty. "B-but it's all good, it was a cool fight. Aren't you feeling anything though? Or does that bow double, no wait, triple as a shield? It already doubles as a violin." Carmine asked him. His breath was coming back now so he didn't feel like passing out anymore from exhaustion, so he felt comfortable standing up. His legs betrayed him and he fell back onto his butt. He wasn't going anywhere for a few minutes at least.

(Sorry for the earlier posts where I moved for your character. I had to do something during the spar, and wanted to make it at least fair when considering the moves. The arrows were for some creativity. Do you want to continue this thread? Honestly it's pretty done as of now. If you want to continue though just say so, because I can continue. I'd rather have threads end than die.)