[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/txHvpjs.jpg?1[/img][h1][color=darkolivegreen]Archer Andrews[/color] and [color=firebrick]Gideon Carlyle[/color][/h1][h2]The Armory, The Training Grounds ~ Camp Half-Blood[/h2][/center]
Gideon waved his hand over his head, back to Ky'Vie, showing that he had heard. He continued down the Hill, heading toward the armory, where the two demi-gods were waiting. One of them he did not recognize, but the other he knew very well. A big smile came up on his face when he saw him and he laughed out loud. "Archer! Buddy! What's up?"

Archer Andrews, one of the rare sons of Athena, smiled at Gideon as he approached. "Nothing much. I just came down to see if you were up for a round in the ring at the training grounds, but it looks like you have a customer." He booty bumped the young man who was standing next to him forward and the poor fellow stumbled forward in front of the fairly large son of Ares. Gideon cocked an eyebrow at him and the young man stuttered out that he wanted a set of throwing knives as his weapon. 

"Good choice, mate. Those are such a rarity these days that it's hard to find anyone who will actually train with them and get good enough to use them properly." Brushing passed the two boys, Gideon made his way inside and walked over to the set of weapons across the wall. Pushing the kid in front of him, Archer made his way in as well, though he had no need of getting any weapons. φλας was strapped across his back and ασημένια φωτιά was on his side. He knew that they were going to be fighting today because, well, Gideon never turned down a chance to fight him. 

Pulling a black case off the wall, opening it to inspect the insides, and then smirking as he recognizes the craftsmanship of Ky'vie, he snapped the case shut and walked back over to the kid, who couldn't have been much older than twelve. He spun the case around in his hand and handed it to him. "Here you go, kid. Don't poke an eye out." The kid frowned at him before turning away and marching off, shoving the case into a holder in his jacket. Gideon raised a curious eyebrow at the holder; he hadn't even seen a person here have one before. Kid must've made it himself. 

Archer watches Gideon with dark eyes as he watches the child exit. Drawing out his jian sword, Archer ran his thumb along the edge of it and looked through slightly squinted eyes at Gideon. "You ready?" Gideon nodded and they made their way out to the training grounds. It was fairly deserted, most people either going to do other things or going to see the new kid, so they had most of it to themselves. Archer swung his sword and moved to stand in front of Gideon. He held the sword lightly in a two handed grip and Gideon drew his katanas off his back. Archer smiled and leaned into his position.  

"Three. Two. One. Fight!" Gideon yelled and he charged Archer. 

It was at this moment Ares decided to get bitchy with Hermes. 

Ares' anger filled Gideon and he slammed down with more force than he meant to. Archer, shocked by Gideon's attack, only barely got his sword up in time to block the attack. He twisted the blades away and dodged out, whipping back around to face Gideon. A burning anger was forming in the pit of Gideon's stomach and his teeth ground against each other. He leapt at Archer again, swinging for his neck. Archer blocked one of the swords with his and swung under the other one. He was honestly surprised at the ferocity that Gideon had. He was fierce when it came to battle, but he normally wasn't this ferocious. He spun out of the way again and this time, he attacked first. He swung for Gideon's arm, but Gideon was able to block it with the flat end of his right katana. He laughed out loud and a chill ran through Archer. That was not a happy laugh. That was one of menace and evil.

"You think that attack can work?! Let me show you how it's done," Gideon snarled, his voice dropping to a deep bass. He shoved Archer back, kicking him directly in the stomach. Archer fell backwards, but managed to get into a roll and jump back up to his feet. He held his sword in front of him as a barrier, but Gideon would not stop with that. Gideon charged him again, and swung both his blades together, hooking Archer's sword with both of his. Archer kept a hold of it, but his hands slip, and he felt the rush that normally kept him steady with ασημένια φωτιά slip away from him as he lost his grip. His hands tightened on it, and the rush came back, but late. Gideon pushed forward with his hands, shoving the flat of the blades against Archer's chest and the force knocked Archer back onto his back. 

Gideon let out a menacing howl and was about to do what he did best, show no mercy. Not even to his friend. Archer saw this in his eyes and rolled up to his feet, drawing his crossbow from his back. Drawing his hand in a straight line in the air, a bolt appeared in his hand. He notched it quickly, raised it to his eyes, and pulled the trigger. Gideon was suddenly dragged back and found himself pinned against the wall of the armory. He tried to jerk free, but the bolt had gone through his shirt and sheath into the wall. 

"Gideon!" Archer yelled and ran after his friend. He came to a pause in front of him as Gideon yanked out the bolt. "You need to cool down. I've never seen you so angry."

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? 'cause that didn't look like-"

"I said I'm [i]fine[/i]!" he snarled. He rolled his shoulder and drew his swords again. "Come on, let's fight."

Archer stared at him. The soft thunk of his crossbow and sword could be heard as they hit the ground. Archer stepped back and held up his hands, his dark eyes worried and carefully wary. "I'm not fighting you. Not while you're angry. You need to go cool off." Archer reached down slowly and picked up his weapons again, sheathing the sword and place the crossbow across his back. "I hear the lake is very beautiful this time of day." Archer spun on his heel and walked off. 

Gideon watched his friend go, the angry still seething underneath his skin and crawling around in his veins like bugs. He ground his teeth together and took a deep breath, letting it out a in a long stream with a hiss to go along with it. He shook his head and gripped at the back of it, sheathing his swords before he did so. He stared up at the skies. This is all his father's fault, but what had made him so angry that Gideon nearly killed his best friend?