Dior Bronze was sat on log in battle gear and a helmet that showered in red showing what side she was on. All that didn't matter because the girl decided to sit out, she did this whenever she could. Most of the time she would have been next to someone in cabin ten but something else had peeked her interest.

Before the girl, Clarisse La Rue and Callista Athanasiou were fighting for the win. She knew she should be rooting for Clarisse who was also in red (she would always root for the daughter of Ares) but she knew Calli was more likely to win. Callista was the daughter of victory, she would be victorious.

The Blonde in blue kicked the other girl's knee making Clarisse fall to the ground. The dark-skinned girl stabbed her sword into the dirt holding her upright. Clarisse's eye got darker picking up a rock throwing it at the child of Nike.

If there was one thing Dior liked, it was the show. She loved the entertainment.

Calli smiled proudly as the sound of victory, of glory. She held out her hand to Clarisse as just good sportsmanship.

"How did you know where the flag was?" Calli asked the Bronze girl. She was wondering what she was holding back. How did she know. Dior 98 percent didn't even participate in the war games, yet somehow, she was right there all the time.

The Filipino girl looked away from the unnecessary fleeing of the head of Ares cabin. "Huh?" Her brown eyes that shined a little purple found the girl beside her.

She rolled her eyes. Dior was always like this. "How did you know?"

"It just seemed like the most fun place to go. I mean tell me that wasn't fun Calli. You can't, right?" She smiled brightly.

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                          I was going to write more but here is a small start