It had become a well-known rule at Camp Half-Blood that when you and Reyna were sparring, it was not to be interpreted. Even though the pair were… something, they fought like they were trying to kill each other.
Clarisse, Travis, and some of the other Counsellors brought their newcomers to watch when you sparred with the Roman. It was a sort of reality-check for the kids that wanted to fight. Some saw this and started helping out in the Infirmary, others watched with sheer wonder.
Oftentimes, after the match was completed, they would walk each other to the Infirmary to get patched up. Reyna would sit next ti you on one of the cots, intertwining her pinky finger with yours until she had to move her arms for the Medics. Sometimes the resulting injuries were as simple as scraped knees or a bloody lip, other times they were broken bones or bruised ribs- one time, you had dislocated and then broken Reyna’s arm.
But it was all sort of automatically forgiven. Those injuries were for training purposes, and for bragging rites- there was a little score chart on the whiteboard outside The Armoury. Many campers weren’t sure if you two hated each other, or were in love. Clarisse had caught Reyna daydreaming, staring of into space instead of cleaning the Roman Gladius on her lap a few times, but promised not to tell when Reyna threatened to tell the camp the daughter of Ares was tendersexing Selina.
This stupid camp really was full of closeted Lesbians, wasn’t it?
Currently, about half the camp was watching them fight. They were going at each other viciously. Your throwing knives were flying past her head, while you parried her Gladius with your dagger. Reyna had the advantage of her size and musculature, meaning she could easily put more force behind her blows. However, you and your daggers were smaller and more agile, allowing you to trip her up as you dodged and ducked.
They were evenly matched in both skill, experience and competitiveness, and everybody knew this was going to be one hell of a fight, like it always was.