Theodora Armstrong, daughter of Ares, charged across the battlefield like a bull, her eyes fixed on the enemy flag. Campers of the other team scattered before her. She sidestepped a spear thrust, ducked beneath a swinging blade, and barreled through a shield wall with ease.

"Out of my way!" Theo roared, knocking over a defender with a swift kick. With a final powerful thrust of her shield she managed to knock down her remaining opponents. Winning was so easy that it almost got boring. Almost.

The adrenaline of that last and final push for the flag always felt incredible. Anyone who got in her way now would be greeted by the frightening sight of her grinning like a wild hyena as she bolted towards the other team’s flag.

Theo sprinted toward the clearing, her heart pounding with anticipation. This was where the enemy usually stashed their flag, and she was confident she would secure another win.

However, as she burst into the glade, Theo's eyes widened in dismay. The space was deserted, the enemy's flag conspicuously absent.

"What...?" She muttered, confusion and anger warring inside her. This was unexpected... where was the flag?

All she saw was a figure in the distance. She instantly recognized it to be one of her fellow camp counselors. One she particularly couldn’t stand. A scowl crossed her already sharp features as she lumbered over. Her temper was already beginning to rise just at the sight of the other demigod.

”Where is it!?” She demanded so loudly a few birds were startled by her voice.