[color=DarkSlateGray][center][h1]Deon Alexander[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Ky' vie Morgan[/sup][/center]

Deon shook his head at Ky' vie's attempt at a reply. Seriously, if that was all she could come up with, she was quickly losing her touch. Then again he couldn't exactly blame her - going up against him, she was bound to crack under the pressure some time or another. 

Feeling the foothold vibrate beneath him, Deon had only a fraction of a second to tighten his sweaty palms around his hand holds before the foothold was pulled out from underneath him completely. Gritting his teeth, relying on his arm and abdomen muscles to keep him upright, he swung his foot around, hoping to catch on another foothold. When he could find none, he tilted his head upwards. He could see the top of the climbing wall, he just had to apply himself and just keep going. With a fourth of his weight dead and hanging, his arm and stomach muscles bulged as he used his opposite foot to push himself upwards, his hands letting go of the holds to instead grab onto the next holds above him. He grunted out in pain as he felt a muscle in his left arm getting pulled far more than it should have been, but with an extra heave and powerful reach of his right arm, he was able to grab hold of the ledge and pull himself up onto the spinning platform.

Gasping for breath and gritting his teeth through the pain, Deon forced his body to come out of it's hunched over position to look up at the prize. Large beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his face, some catching on his eyebrow or nose, some getting lost in the indentation of the thick scar he had reaching around his head. His eyes looked then to his left, forcing some of the beads of sweat to fling off of his body in the motion, and spotted Ky' vie pulling herself up and onto the final platform.

"Oh like hell you are!" Deon grunted to himself. Ignoring the searing pain in his left arm, Deon took a running start to the final platform, jumping up and kicking his feet against the wall to give him that extra foot of height before his hands met with the ledge. His height definitely had an advantage over this portion than Ky' vie's shorter stature, and by the time he reached the top, he and Ky' vie were headed towards the ring at the same time. His hand reached out, and just half a second after Ky' vie plucked the ring from the helmet, his hand clasped over the ring on the opposite side she had been holding it.

She didn't even have time to register that technically, she had won. Nor did the crowd have time to register who had gotten the ring first. Deon laughed out loud, a wide, smug grin crossing over his lips as he stared Ky' vie down with a rather amused expression and a slight wiggle from his eyebrow.

"Jynx. You owe me a kiss." he jested, but his hold on the ring would not ease up. "You're the supposed champion of the Obstacle Tower, yeah? It'd be a shame to lose to me now, with so many people watching..." He was trying to get at something, it was written clear on his face. When she didn't say anything, he let her in on his thoughts. "Kiss me, and I'll let go. Simple as that." Sure Deon liked winning, but in his current mood, there were a few other things he liked even more. The Obstacle Tower had never really been his game, anyway. Too much luck was involved. Capture the Flag, however - that was all skill and power - that was his territory. He could stand to let her win... just this once... maybe...
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