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"All right fine." Evelynn laughed and moved her arm back, reaching into her armory. When she flung it forward, a chain extended along with it, wrapping around the pole of the flag. She jerked the flag into her grasp and smiled darkly, getting an idea. "You want your flag back . . . You'll have to best me." She grinned at Helena and stuck the flag into her armory. She spun the chain in circles casually, waiting for Helena to make her move. She was happy. At least she was going to get the fight she was looking for.
 
"Seriously? Whats the point of that? It's not like I just retrieve that now, even if I do beat you, which I'm fully capable of. It'll be stuck in some gap between time and space or wherever that stuff goes. You might as well just walk off now, win, it'll be over." Helena leaned back on a knee, arms crossed, her sword dug into the dirt, she leaned on it casually. "If it's a fight you want, you certainly aren't going to get it here."
 
"For someone talking with such supposed confidence, you sure do offer a cowards way out. Even if you are capable of defeating me, which I never said you weren't, you will not defeat me thoroughly enough that I can't return it." Evelynn bristled at the girl. Moments ago she had been threatening to sick her skeletons on her and now this.
 
"I don't fight you, because you want a fight." She smirked, fully aware that she was agitating Evelynn. "If it's a fight you want, you won't find it here. I don't do what my opponent wants me to do. Now, bye." She turned and walked off, pulling her sword out of the ground and returning it to bracelet form, the clipped it on her wrist and kept walking, slowly.
 
"Ooooh, no. If you won't fight, then I've only got one option left." She stalked after Helena, determination flaring in her eyes. It was time to get serious. Her strides were lengthy and carried her quickly, closing the gap. She leapt for the girl whose back was turned, phasing through a portal of her armory mid leap, and losing her armor. Helena would come to pay for her insolence through Evelynn's special three fingered tickle torture!
 
Helena turned and grabbed Evelynn's arm. "Huh. Always trying too hard." She flipped the Ares girl over her shoulder and into the grass. Then she picked her up by the back of her shirt and threw her against a tree. "When I say I won't do something, I won't do something. Kay?"
 
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((So cruel! T_T))


Evelynn twisted and landed feet first on the tree, using it as a springboard to launch herself at Helena once again, tackling the girl to the ground. "If you just cooperated you could have had it easy on yourself!" She unleashed a torrent of tickling upon the other girl, showing no mercy to the violently pacifistic girl.
 
While she felt the tackle and being tickled, she did not react. "... Are you tickling me?" She snorted and slammed the heel of her hand into her throat, only enough to cause physical pain but not damage anything.
 
Evelynn ceased her tickling and paused. Pain was hardly something she was scared of. She'd experienced her fair share of it and then some. After a moment she chuckled, smirking down at Helena. "Not gonna fight, huh? So far you've been more hostile than I have!" She swung her head down, smashing her forehead into the other girl's.
 
"This is self-defense!" She rubbed her forehead and planted her feet on Evelynn's gut and pushed up, throwing the girl off with plenty of force. "You're the one who attacked first after I tried to walk away!" She dusted her clothes off and stood up, rubbing her forehead, then turned to walk away again.
 
Evelynn flipped in mid air and landed, skidding back along the ground a bit. She straightened up and walked after her. "Tickling and attacking are two TOTALLY different things though!" She only followed for a few yards before stopping. "I was just looking for some fun . . ." She said in a melancholy tone. She removed the flag from her armory and tossed it to the ground. Giving a wistful sigh, she started to walk away from Helena, leaving the girl be. This turned out to be the worst game of capture the flag she had ever played and she had no one to blame but herself.
 
Helena picked up the flag with a smile and put it back to where it belonged and sighed. "Well, there we go. NOW, we have a veritable reason to fight for this." Her bracelet turned into her sword and she held it in hand. "That is if you even want to anymore..." She cast her blue eyes towards the retreating figure of the Ares daughter, then picked at some dried dirt on the blade, "You know, I never took you as one to give up."
 
Evelynn stopped in her tracks. "I do NOT give up. Of THAT, you can be sure." Insinuating she gave up, at anything, was about as low a blow as one could deliver. "A fight with only one active partner is the same thing as fighting a rock. There's no honor, no experience, not even victory, and especially no fun." She finally turned to face Helena once more. "The fight was for the flag either way. It's position mattered little." She had originally intended to fight her way towards it, but that didn't happen.
 
"Sounds like a cop-out to me. Awww did I scare you off? Little ol' Helena?" She put on an innocent face. She only instigated because she knew that Evelynn had wanted a fight. With another smirk she turned and faced Evelynn. She didn't want to make the girl feel bad, as much as she hated Ares kids. "Scared of the Hades girl?"
 
Ryan used his super speed and continued running toward the flag. He started to see the flag and smiled a little. Slowing his speed down, Ryan looked around to see if there were any guards. He highly doubted that a flag would be left alone.
 
Evelynn glared back at her. Who did this girl think she was? Evelynn lived without regrets, and in turn without fear. She didn't fear dying, and she certainly didn't fear the girl taunting her. It wasn't even the taunting that bothered her, that was all part of the game . . . What Evelynn couldn't stand was the reasons behind the girl's actions. She didn't want to fight. She was sating Evelynn's need for competition, and though one part of her mind told her to be grateful for someone of skill doing even that, the rest of her mind screamed at the insult. She was not some charity case, someone to pity, not some base Ares child only obsessed with violence and revenge like Ace. She had a strict code and this girl was spitting on it, whether she knew it or not. She answered with as much calmness as she could gather, her eyes hard. She spoke through gritted teeth. "I do not need your pity, comrade. You will not goad me into some fight that insults my very being."
 
Mason groans on the floor still under pressure of the contraption he made. He began to cough and blood leaked out his mouth like sludge from the neutron displacer messing with the atoms. He remained unconscious, his body under the strain of the gravity field.
 
Braiden Waffleton was his name. He wasn't really the working type, so he used his work time to cruise through places in his cop car and relax. Braiden was driving around the forest "checking" for suspicious behavior just because he knew he would not find any there. Suddenly he saw a teen walk into the forest. Braiden parked and quietly followed the teen out of curiosity.
 
((Ah, I's so behind. That's what I get for playing with siblings.))


Vitus waited till Ryan was in the perfect position, jumping out just as he turned his head toward where Vitus had been hiding. He swung his scythe near Ryan's face but it was far enough away that he knew he wouldn't hit him with it. His main goal here was surprise, giving him the upper hand. Ryan didn't know he'd lost his fuzzy little minions and was glad to keep it that way as long as possible. "Back to feed the squirrels again?" He asked a smirk appearing on his face.
 
Ryan got a little shocked. He quickly pushed the non-bladed part of the sythe and was able to push the sythe away from him as it swung near him. Ryan smiled a little remembering that he just discovered his enhanced physical abilities, "They never ate any part of me. They could only scratch...so where are they?"


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At the direct question, Vitus knew his bluff was pretty much called but he pushed a bit farther. "Around just waiting for the right time." He copied all the postures that he could remember observing in the Hermes kids when they passed off a good fib. Keeping his stance confident he swung his scythe again. His stokes were wide so there would be little to no room for side dodging. He planned to push Ryan back as he would have to back up to dodge.
 
Jay kicked the grass. She heard some girls a couple feet away. "What the hell?" Jaycee walked towards them. "Really?" She sat down by the tree. What's the point of helping them when no one is going to listen? But Evelynn was a nice girl. She just...well, she did like competition anyways!
 
Ryan backed up and dodged the scythe. He looked around and smiled. Ryan thought it would be kind of funny if he let Vitus call the squirrels out. He would use his speed and strength by quickly stomping them into the ground like one of the arcade games he used to play, "When's the right time?"


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"That's right. Hate the Hades girl." She murmured, her eyes cast downward. They stared at nothing, a deep sadness that was normally hidden by cruelty and harshness finally surfacing in those blue eyes. She stared down into the earth, as if she could see her father as the seconds ticked by,
 
Evelynn's glare continued but slowly softened. She had issues remaining properly mad at anyone she didn't completely hate. She certainly didn't hate Helena. The girl simply confused the mess out of her. The sadness in Helena's eyes gave her more pause than any of her words so far. She had been so sure in her actions, but maybe she went to far in declining exactly what she had wanted deep down. A sting of guilt hit her as the realization that she was being something of a selfish brat dawned on her. She talked about a one sided fight before, and here she was thinking only of her wants and, admittedly, sometimes ridiculous code of 'honor'. She started walking up to the girl, regardless of what the other girl threw out, if anything, and stopped a few inches from the girl. "I'm sorry, Helena." She rarely used anyone's name, preferring to call everyone at camp 'comrade'. She embraced the other girl.
 

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