Valentina entered the arena, ready to train for the day. Her red curls stayed secured in a high ponytail, out of her face, as she walked to a practice target board. Val pulled a throwing knife out of her weapon belt, and aimed, focusing on the center of the board.
Val turned around, seeing a guy sitting in the center of the arena. Muttering something. "What are you doing?" Valantina asked, only out of curiosity.
"Son of Hecate? Val guessed.
Valentina laughed shortly. "Wow, that's a lovely thought."
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