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It wasn’t too long after Mikaela started her observations of the field and obstacles scattered around the arena that her attention was called elsewhere. A young man addressed the group, identifying himself as their new leader, River. What followed was a series of subtle lore drops that peaked the newcomer’s interest greatly. Apparently, the previous camp leaders (including one that had passed away, by the sounds of it?) had left a downright mess of things, and a gorgeous girl named Andy had ‘stepped up when no one else did and helped rebuild’ (whom, Mika couldn’t help but think, she would follow to the ends of the earth had she still been their leader). There was mention of something called ‘Pandora’s Box’, which had apparently unleashed horrors that the campers had needed time to recover from– Mika made a mental note to inquire about this later. Finally, the schedule for the next three days and the reason for it was revealed: assessments to get to know the capabilities of all newbies and to personalize and tailor everyone’s training.

River then went on to explain and demonstrate today’s assessment. When Mikaela realized what it consisted of, a gleeful grin spread across her face. River would have no way of knowing this, but Mika used to run the JROTC obstacle course with her best friend [url=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRhT0vVdAnpZHVeIpSuKJkDX7BY-NGdTBkavQ&s]Javier[/url]back in high school to help him improve his time and earn higher scores in agility testing for Army boot camp. Thanks to her, Javi had taken fifth place out of his entire boot camp class when it came to his agility scores.

[color=#bc2747][i]Piece of cake.[/i][/color]

Mikaela Bravo was as friendly of a person as one could think of. She was always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone who needed it, and loved to be a part of others’ growth in the sport or athletic goal of their choosing. That approachability, however, was quick to evaporate in the face of individual competition. An aggressive desire to be at the top overtook the daughter of Ares, trumping any lingering feelings of kinship and kindness and turning her into a win-seeking machine. That was why, when her name was called, Mika silently took her spot in the group, taking up position and kept her narrowed-eyed stare fixated ahead like a hawk on its prey.

As soon as the queue to start was given, Mika pounced forward like a tigress reaching for the kill. Her one-track mind seemingly erased everything and everyone around her except the obstacles she encountered along her way. She raced through the tire walk with agility and surprising grace, her legs bent at the precise angle needed to seamlessly complete the task. The first three log jumps were easy to jump over, and she imitated River by using the fourth beam to reach the fifth. Next, Mika tackled the low crawl with expertise, utilizing her elbows and knees to propel herself forward and feeling grateful for the way her chosen outfit protected her limbs from scratches and scrapes. The rope climb was an easy one: after carrying nearly a dozen luggage pieces up an incline by herself, dragging her own body weight upwards twenty feet with a robe was child’s play.

The rope net was where things got a little challenging, with the spikes in the soles of her boots getting caught on the ropes once or twice and taking away precious seconds of her time. With a frustrated grunt, Mikaela slipped off her boots, tossed them in the direction of the finish line and kept on moving. Her bare feet helped complete the rest of the rope swing and the balance beams that came next, providing her with a better grip than her boots probably ever would in these circumstances. When she reached the edge of the pool, Mika slipped off her windbreaker set and tossed it to the opposite end of the space, knowing full well that the fabric would slow her down but that she would get cold as soon as she got out. With a matching red sports bra and boyshort pair, the physically toned Miami girl dove headfirst, surprised at how average the water temperature felt considering it was snowing around them. She wasn’t a competitively fast swimmer, but she was quick enough considering her easy access to pools and beaches back home. More precious time was wasted in sliding on her windbreaker set, but the seconds spent shivering before she’d been fully clothed again had been proof enough that she’d made the right choice.

Before tackling the log ladder, Mikaela dusted her hands and feet to absorb any moisture that could cause her to slip. This once again proved to be the perfect choice, because it helped Mika climb both sides of the ladder and not fall on her ass when crossing the top rung. Finally, there was the long jump, in which Mika was quick in leaping from one side of the pool to the other and landing perfectly on her feet.

The tunnel vision that had kept Mika in focus suddenly lifted like a veil being removed from her face. The girl blinked a few times and shook her head a little, slowly catching her breath with a proud, triumphant grin on her face. Whatever her time was, she prayed it was in the top percentile of the group as a whole. If it wasn’t? Well, let’s just say her bed wouldn’t until her time was up to her impossibly high standards.

[color=#bc2747]“Probably would’ve done better blasting music with my earbuds on or if I hadn’t been wearing those damn snow boots, but I’ll take it,”[/color] she said happily, turning around just in time to watch all except but one of her fellow group members reach the imaginary finish line. [color=#bc2747]“Great job, guys! We all made it out in one piece”[/color] she congratulated the others, offering them a wave before nearly skipping back to her former seat. She hoped her performance had not only made a fantastic first impression, but hopefully it had earned her the respect of her peers and maybe even opened the door for some conversation starters.
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