Luke did indeed block Kitty's attack - there wasn't anything shameful in the fact that her blow didn't land, hardly anyone had been able to land an attack on Luke in the last few years. There was a reason that Chiron allowed him to more or less take over sword instruction at the Camp - and it wasn't just purely a staffing shortage solution. "You're telegraphing, Adalhard. I know where you're swinging your sword before you've even done it. Now come on, swing at me again," Luke coached - all with a stupidly charming smile on his face. 

	Meanwhile, Lorna was alternating between hopping over the hurdles and crawling underneath them. Her sword arm was beginning to ache ever so slightly - they had been going pretty hard at training with their other activities earlier that day, and she was beginning to feel the slight pinpricks of exhaustion. But Lorna wasn't about to quit. It wasn't even so much that she wanted to win the prize, she just liked winning in general - and pushing herself harder and harder, finding out the extent of what she could really do. She cleared that portion of the obstacle course, and now found herself face to face with a series of balance beams.