You figured that staying in Camp Half-Blood was for the best, in order to not get severely killed out there and learn things that could help you survive longer in this realm. As a demi-god, it was a danger for you to exist in the mortal world without knowledge that you even are half-god. So, here you are — holding up a spear rather sloppily, as you're new to wielding weapons and fighting with them.

In front of you, a brunette with deep brown eyes to match her incredibly brooding vibe that you thought was just awkwardness at first — until she kept looking at you with that same doe-eyed look, even with a spear pointed at you. This was just part of the training that you had to go through, so when you accidentally poked through Shauna's armour while she was fixing the straps of it — it was evident that she didn't take it lightly at all.

Her hands fall to her sides, now threatening to ball into fists if it weren't for her breathing. "What was that for?" She growls, a glare now situated towards you. "I didn't tell you that I was ready, did I?"