[i]the Arena...[/i]

	Today was a more traditional lesson in swordsmanship from Luke. The arena hadn't been turned into an obstacle course - instead, the straw dummies were out and scattered around. Luke surveyed the assembled demigods, most of them his siblings, and he grinned. His eyes settled on young Percy Jackson for a moment, before he started. "Alright, campers - today we're practicing our basic strikes on the dummies. After we've done that, I'll be pairing you up for sparring matches." He motioned to the side of the arena, where the swords were kept for those who didn't own their own sword. "Grab your sword and get started on those strikes, I'll be coming around to help as needed."

	Luke intended on coaching Percy in particular today, going through the basics of Greek sword-fighting, while the rest of the Campers worked on their basics. It was a win-win as far as he was concerned. 

	Lorna yawned slightly. She hadn't really slept well the night before. Her sleep had been plagued with nightmares, nightmares that she wasn't ready to talk to anyone about. She'd rather take out her fears and anxieties on the dummies anyways. She headed on over to the weapons rack, and picked up a sword. She didn't even really notice it, but the sword instantly became balanced and sharp in her hand - moments before, the blade had been dull and somewhat dirtied.