[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img]https://c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000A111v6FSs48/s/750/750/tpee9740-3.jpg[/img][/center] [center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Camp Half-Blood, F,4[/center] [hr][hr]

Athanasia winced as her poor skeleton had his only arm chopped off, thankful at least that one of the campers had run from the fight. Then again, the boy had been about her own age and if Athanasia had a terrifying skeleton coming at her... Well, she wouldn't have run! A one-armed skeleton wasn't really that terrifying. It was like the joke a mummy looking for its mommy. Funny, but really not all that great. No, what concerned Athanasia was the fact that the other Ares camper had hacked her skeleton's other arm off.

Then his head. [color=SlateBlue]"Oh, la! Now that's just rude!"[/color] Exclaimed the pale girl looking rather crossed with the much taller boy. [color=SlateBlue]"He was lacking arms and you could have just left him be, but no! You just had to cut his head off."[/color] Tutting she shook her head. It had been excessive on the poor old bones. A horn jolted her from her thoughts and Athanasia shot Alannah a confused look. [color=SlateBlue]"What was that? Did someone capture the flag already?"[/color] She hoped so despite herself. Then she could see how Arthur and Andy were doing.