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[h1]Ky' vie Morgan[/h1]
[h2]The Obstacle Tower ~ Camp Half-Blood[/h2][/center]

The roar from the crowd became almost deafening as one of the other campers who had attempted to make his way up the obstacle tower got smacked in the stomach, the force causing him to double over and fall back before finally, he was flung from the platform; landing in a pained heap upon the ground. The very sight caused a soft and gentle chuckle to fall out through her lips- truly no matter how many quests she was sent on... no matter how long she spent away from her home here at the camp... nothing changed. The obstacle tower was a major challenge to all demigods; though it was clear that most were willing to take it on for the chance of finally knocking her off her pedestal, and cutting her winning streak short. Not that any of them had succeeded in doing that just yet...

Straightening herself up so that she could get a good idea of her competition for the day, Ky’ vie brought both her hands up, gathering her long and wavy apple-red locks back as best as she could before finally, she tied them back into a messy bun on the top of her head, the sight of long blonde locks catching her attention through the corner of her eyes, causing her to turn her bright metallic silver-blue eyes over to unmistakable figure that was the daughter of Dionysus; the young red-head taking a few moments to just watch her friend getting ready before speaking out, her voice though light and cheerful, holding a hint of surprise she just couldn’t hide, “ Hey Arianna..! I haven’t seen you join in on this sort of thing in a long time- don’t you usually sit and cheer in the stands with the others..?”

“Pfft... You know I’d rather be sitting in the stands watching you and the others getting beat by the tower- gimmie a cold one and mwah..! Perfection on a day like this.” Shaking her head lightly from side to side, Arianna slipped her hand down and into her top, pulling a silver flask from the side of her left breast so that she could take a quick swig of the contents within before once again returning it to its place in her bra, “But ya know... Ivan reckons I won’t last five minutes on this contraption- I reckon I won’t last two. So, time ta find out which one of us is right.”

Not even having a moment to react to Arianna’s words before she was off, Ky shook her head lightly from side to side, another gentle chuckle falling out through her lips as she brought her hands together in front of her body, lightly tugging on the bottom of the black leather gloves that she wore as she let her attention once more fall to the spinning tower that stood before her. To say it wasn’t imposing would have been an understatement- standing at almost three stories high, with not just revolving platforms and stages, but also fire pits, thick metal beams, rope ladders and wooden grips that could be pulled out from underneath you at any moment... and right at the top was the goal to all of it- the large centurion-like helm that held the circular ring that everyone was fighting tooth and nail to get to first.

At least... that was what she could see from her position anyway. Taking a few moments to herself so that she was able to re-check the pads she had covering her elbows, Ky shot another quick glance around at the others who were trying to get ready for their next attempt at the tower, and with it, the glory of winning; the very sight causing a small though amused smile to play over her lips- besides the few regulars who tried to knock her from her place as champion, there were so many new players to the field... Not bothering to give it another thought, she pushed herself forward, breaking away from the crowd so that she was instead shooting over the ground towards the tower, her smile never once fading from her features as she dropped her body to the ground, her feet leading the way as she slid underneath the thick metal beam, only moving again when she was close enough to reach up and take a hold of the rope ladder; the daughter of Hephaestus using her upper body strength to pull herself up wrung by wrung as that part of the platform continued to spin her around.

“Good luck everyone... you’re going to need it..!”
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