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[center][h1][sub][i][color=#2E8B57]Octavia Arellano[/color][/i][/sub][/h1]
—   [b]۵[/b]    [b]۞[/b]    [b]۵[/b]   —

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[b]Location:[/b] Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Bronwyn Rae Knowles ([@Moro]), Neisha Stevenson & Talon Davis ([@MarshiestMallow]).[/sup][/center]
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[h3][i][color=#2E8B57]"..Talon..!?"[/color][/i][/h3]

The sound of her voice booming out loud and clear over the thrum of the crowd, calling out her younger brother's name in something that was only described as more of a warning snarl similar to that of a beast about to clash with another, Octavia's arm shot out in an instant. Curling protectively around the young daughter of Athena; she forced her back. Placing herself instead between Brynn and the danger that was her own flesh and blood. Tremors shooting up through the very core of the tower causing it to shake with his angered antics. Fuck it, Talon..! Where the hell was Elias when she needed him..! Though she knew her younger brother didn't mean it- unlike the rest of them, he still had to learn how to control his anger. The wrath that they inherited from their father. It was a burden, and it was a hard thing to do; but it wasn't impossible. And she knew he'd get it... someday.

Forcing Brynn back further over the platform she was on, more concerned with her than the daughter of Hephaestus who had more than enough experience looking after herself, she turned to face her. Hand lifting; she curled her fingers around the back of her neck. Bringing their foreheads together as she met with the younger girls gaze. Giving her a small smirk, [color=#2E8B57]"..I need to deal with this. Make me proud, Areto. Kick their asses."[/color]

Shooting her a quick wink. Her arm slipping back down to her side as she pulled away, Octavia took a couple of steps backwards before she was on the move; nodding once to let Neisha know that she was already on it. Her body turning, she shot herself forward and towards the ledge of the platform that she'd managed to get to. Showing no hesitation- no regard for her own safety one little bit as she flung herself over the edge. Free-falling for only the briefest of moments before her body collided with that of her younger brother, hands gripping tightly onto his top. The sheer force of the blow causing the both of them to continue on a downward trajectory, and she did her best to turn them.

Pain shooting through her entire being as her back was the one to hit the hard ground below them, taking the brunt of the impact before their bodies rolled. Her chest heaving, movements a little slower than normal, though for the moment she let the adrenaline drive her; Octavia slowly and shakily got back to her feet. Hand lifting to run across her face, coming away with blood.

Great. Just perfect. Another injury to add to her ever growing resume.

Her own anger written over her features, taking the few seconds it took for Talon to get back to his feet, she pressed forward again. The muscles in her body working overtime as she used her natural strength to push against his chest; doing all she could to drive him further away from the tower, and to keep his attention and anger focused solely on her, [color=#2E8B57]"You want to fight someone..?! Fight me..!?"[/color]