[b]Althalus/b]

He stared after Aliara in surprise. Not that she had rejected his offer, he had somewhat expected that given how suddenly he had dropped it on her, but at the nervousness and uncomfortableness she had shown. [color=00aeef]“Well…”[/color] He looked back at Helena, only mildly concerned. If Alaira was in true trouble she wouldn’t have ever bothered to talk to the other woman. He’d find her later, figure out what was going on. [color=00aeef]“It looks like its just you and me. I’ll have you spar against her and others later then. For now, follow me. I’m going to see if you can do something with those knives other than throw them ineffectually and run out of range of your allies with them.”[/color] He gave a smirk at her, gesturing for her her to follow. 

[color=00aeef]“If you want to learn how to use a ‘proper’,”[/color] he gave air quotes to show how ridiculous the idea of any weapon not being proper was. [color=00aeef]“Weapon, you’ll have to go to Annabeth. Alaira is a very talented warrior and could probably kill me three hundred different ways with seventy different weapons but her style isn’t good for you. Lots of strength and bursts of speed, often relying on brute force. You’re more speed and precision.”[/color] He shrugged. [color=00aeef]“Unless you want to follow her training regime and get to her levels of strength and physicality. Then you shouldn’t have a problem.”[/color]

As they arrived in the training yard, with various structures set up for climbing and jumping, he pointed to a rack filled with blunted knives. [color=00aeef]“Pick your poison. Find a pair, or one if that’s your style, of knives that are a good weight for you. Then I want you to try and stab me.”[/color]

[i]Aramir[/i]

She was wandering around the outside of the college, walking lightly through the freezing cold. The cold helped her calm down, the dull chill slowly working its way through her being and dimming the fires of her anger. She loved this time of year. It reminded her of home, before everything had gone to the Inferno,  and it was a never ending source of amusement to see the looks she got as she walked around it what people would consider summer clothing. They weren’t from the Frozen Plains. This weather wasn’t freezing to her. It was actually rather nice and much more appreciated than the damn sandy and heat filled place she had just visited. She was whistling cheerfully to herself, tension leaving her body as she walked through the frigid land. 

That whistling stopped immediately as she saw the person collapsed just outside the gate. “Gods above.” She cursed, hurrying over to the person.  A woman, as she finally saw, unconscious in the snow. “Oh this isn’t good.” Aramir rolled the woman over, checking to make sure she was at least still breathing, before calling for help. “Guards! Help! SOmeone’s collapsed, we need to get her to the infirmary!” Within moments, two men appeared. They picked up Danica between them, carefully, and hurried her to the Infirmary and Sam, Aramir anxiously following.