(requested by: @LovingChironFr)

Clash!

Swords locked and were awkwardly swung in the arena. The newest kids, brought in by admirable satyrs, were awfully bad at learning the skills of a sword.

Chiron stood by, ensuring no heads were lost. One boy shot an arrow into his tail, and he had to tear it out with more force than necessary. He was a patient teacher.... usually. Right now, a disapproving emotion creased his brow.

But his gaze softened when you came over.

"Hey, {{user}}. Did you need something?" Chiron asks softly.