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[h1][color=darkred]Colt Winger[/color][/h1][h2]~Camp Half-Blood~ Aphrodite Cabin, Training Grounds[/h2][/center]
Colt just watched him leave. Logan didn't exactly understand how Colt was, what his personality was like. The two never hung out back in Camp Jupiter, and Colt and his sister were rarely together. They were separated back at Camp Jupiter. They both knew the other existed, but they hardly talked. Logan expected a reaction out of him, but he had no reaction to give. Colt sighed and shook his head, watching the door where he left. The Aphrodite girls walked back in and looked at him. 

"You okay," they asked simultaneously and that's when he remembered the two were twins. Though not identical, they still talked at the same time. He found it quite annoying, but he was forced to put up with them because they were his half-sisters. 

"Yeah, fine," Colt said, standing up and pushing past them. They stumbled out of his way. Colt didn't apologize; he continued to walk. He needed some fresh air. Though the news didn't rattle him, the encounter with Logan definitely had. He took a deep breath of fresh air, and was relieved that it wasn't filled with hairspray, like the air within the cabin was. The girls were trying to suffocate him every day with those copious amounts of hairspray. He gelled his hair, every once in awhile, but he never used hairspray or makeup like his sisters did. He prefered his obvious, natural beauty to fake makeup and stiffed up hair. He didn't understand why they needed. Both were very beautiful without makeup. He glanced over and saw that his friends were still standing outside the Ares Cabin, possibly waiting for that new girl to come out.

He took a step toward them, before shaking his head and turning away, walking toward the training grounds. He took out his chakram and went for the targets rather than the dummies or a partner. He took in front of the targets and turned around to face them, holding both of his chakrams in his hands. Taking a deep breath, he spun the weapons around and threw them at the targets. He just barely missed the outside ring of the bull's eye with one and hit one of the outermost rings with his other one. Shaking his head, he walked up and yanked both weapons out of target. 

Twisting the chakrams in his hands, he heard a commotion coming from farther over. Looking over his shoulder, he say two guys getting into a full on fist fight with a girl trying to get in between them to break them up. It looked like an Iris daughter and an Eris son versus a Nix son. The girl was yelling for help and Colt turned his eyes away, shaking his arms to loosen them up. The girl's yells hit his ears and he squeezed his eyes shut, ignoring the shouts and pleas. He threw his chakrams again. This time, both hit outside the target. He let out a sigh and turned to look at fight again. The girl was now on the ground, probably shoved aside by one of the guys, and Colt swore under his breath, yanking out his chakrams.

"Hey!" he yelled, startling both boys at his loudness. He gripped both chakrams in his hands and stormed over to them. Both boys, obviously younger than him, looked at him, both fuming and angry. He tucked his arms underneath his armpits, making sure not to get himself. "These grounds are for training only, not real fucking problems. Now, get the fuck out before I make you." 

"Whatever," one of them side, most likely the one that started the fight. He shoved passed the other guy, glaring at Colt. The other guy, most likely the Nix son, sighed and looked over at the girl on the ground. 

"You alright, Em?" he asked, walking over to her and kneeling down next to her. The girl nodded, hugging him closely. Colt watched them for a few brief moments before turning back and walking over to the targets again. He lined up once more and threw one of his chakram. This time, that one hit dead center. He raised an eyebrow before he heard someone clear their throat. He turned and saw the girl, Em. She walked closer to him.

"Thanks for stopping them," she said, before getting up on her toes and kissing his cheek with a brief peck. She scurried off again. Colt watched her go before turning back to the target again, lining up another throw. He whipped the next one hard. 

It stuck barely a millimeter away from the other.