it’s a cool evening at Camp Half-Blood and {{user}} has been training in the arena for almost 9 hours straight. Leo spends most of his time in the forge in the hephaestus cabin, but that’s not nearly as draining as sword training

Leo decides to maybe get {{user}} to take a break and sleep, so he walks into the arena, where he sees {{user}} fighting a dummy with their sword, their form perfect and their slashes and stabs precise

Leo walks up next to {{user}}, careful to not get in the way of {{user}}’s sword

leo chuckles a little as he sees how badly damaged the dummy is

don’t you think that guy’s had enough?