A dull, repeated thud sounded from the arena. Large meaty fists pounded into the dummy in front of the hulking body. He wasn't wearing a shirt, a fine layer of sweat covering his muscular body. His eyes were narrowed, his head naturally turned slightly to the right. It was a habit, it gave him a great view of what was on his right. His muscles rolled and flexed as he moved, eyes narrowed. He suddenly pulled his lips back over his teeth, wound back, and slammed his fist into the dummy, breaking it. He pulled back, nodding slightly, walking over to his shirt. He pulled it on, stretching. He already went for a run this morning. He often woke up very very early. 

He walked out, gazing around the camp with a straight face, mouth pressed into a flat line. He then ran his hand through his dark, basically black hair. He walked towards breakfast, looking around again. His head turned to the right to get more of a view of everyone, before returning to get food. He walked over to the fire, tossing in a small piece of food, mumbling a quick prayer for strength and what not. He then went and sat down, gazing around at the other tables. He then began to eat, literally shoving food in his face. He swallowed, drinking some stuff. He tended to eat a lot. With his body size, he ate a ton of food at one sitting, he needed it to keep the energy all day, yet he tended to crash at night. 

His finger ran over the scar across his face, a dark scowl forming on his face. He hated it. He hated what happened. He hated not being able to see our of his right eye, and being held back by Chiron because of it. He taught himself how to deal with it, but he couldn't do much about his depth perception, as frustrating as that was. He learned how to fight with it, reading body movements. That didn't mean he was perfect at it. The cross work of scars covering the right side of his body was obvious proof of that fact. That never stopped him from continuing to fight back.

He watched the people around him, studying them. He viewed most as useless, and weaklings. Only the ares kids were close to his level. Even then, he was still by far the strongest and largest. It was easy to think of them. His eyes landed on two people, Addie and Zula. A snicker formed on his face. Addie, not even claimed. Not worthy enough of being claimed more then forgotten, in his mind. And Zula, the idiot Aphrodite, that constantly chalanged him to a duel, due to him being mean or something. He could beat her effortlessly with one hand tied behind his back. Both of them, so pathetic. He shook his head, rolling his eyes in their general direction.