PoV: Aaron River, Son of Jupiter

Aaron was pouring over countless little problems. Scribbling on parchment, his hand cramping extremely. Giving a sigh, he placed his writing device neatly next to the paper, stopping midway in sentence, tending to messaging his hand. He never liked writing, nope. Not one bit did he enjoy getting hand cramps twenty four seven. If Aaron was surprised by someone suddenly breaking the silence in his office, he did not show it. Only merely looked up, and stopped rubbing his aching hand.

Supervising over this many kids was overwhelming, yes. But he made it his responsibility to know who everyone was. It only took him a couple seconds to place a name on her face. Evelyn Ashbel, daughter of Mars and a part of the prestigious first cohort. Coming from the fifth cohort, he'd found out he was never very fond of anyone from the first cohort, but he was always open-minded for one of them to prove him otherwise, which he was highly doubting, as he'd been disappointed many times in that aspect.

"Ready? For what?" He asked calmly, his eyes boring straight into hers, unwavering.

Aaron glanced from Evelyn, to his throbbing hand, to the dozens of paperwork sprawled everywhere on his desk, his handwriting starting out neatly before quickly becoming near undefinable. A break should be in order. As Praetor, he knew he needed to do things well and right now, this work was low effort on his part. Aaron stood up, pushing his grand chair back, scraping eerily across the floor before grabbing his large and heavy Imperial Gold sword. This sword was a buster and was, in length, about two or three swords long, width like wise, it was more then five swords set side by side. The sword required two hands when battling, but when walking, he could easily slunk it over his shoulder and hold it with one hand. Pushing past Evelyn, he made their way to the arena.

(Beware, I SUCK at rping battles/fights. xDD I've never actually done it before, so I'll apologize in advance)

Aaron only looked slightly to the side, and not fully back at Evelyn as he heard her sarcastic ow. A few minutes of silence passed and the arena was coming into view, he was just wondering if he should maybe say anything, something, to keep things not so..weird? Evelyn spared him from thinking up anything by complimenting his sword. The remark cause him to give his buster sword a sideways glance. Throughout the years, it had gotten much easier to wield. She was right though, when he first started, it did indeed require two hands, but now he could go a decent amount of swings with one hand, and possible a shield in the other, but other then that, on normal occasion, he did wield with two hands, as it felt awkward doing anything otherwise.

"Yeah, thanks.." Aaron said lamely. He was always serious, so of course flirting wasn't up his sleeve. Watching Evelyn summon her weapons, he gave her an approving look, but didn't utter a word.