Liam Santos

Liam's eyes darkened with a wild intensity at Henry's whispered challenge, a tantalizing blend of bravado and vulnerability. That fire, that spirit of hers was one of the things he admired most, but the raw passion in her gaze showed him a side of Henry he had only dreamt of. Her dare resonated deeply within him, echoing the rhythm of his rapidly beating heart. "Challenge accepted, Athena girl," he murmured, lips ghosting over her earlobe, trying to send a shiver down her spine. The cocky smile on his face only grew as he loved a good challenge!!! Henry knew this as much as they squared off in classes. Henry's admission of never having been touched this way before – that this was all new to her – only made Liam more ravenous to explore every inch of her, to mark every uncharted territory of her soul and body. His fingers, skilled and unhurried, glided over her sensitive areas, teasing her, testing her limits. Each moan, each whimper from Henry spurred him on, fuelling his desires and determination. He traced circles on her inner thigh, moving ever so slightly higher with each pass. His lips latched onto the delicate skin of her collarbone, leaving a trail of heated kisses, his tongue tasting her, feeling her heart race beneath his touch. Suddenly pulling back, his eyes met hers with a feral look, filled with hunger and desire. "You think I can't make you submit?" he growled, his voice low and husky. Pinning her hands above her head, he allowed himself a brief moment to drink in the sight of her – flushed, eyes filled with need, lips slightly parted – before diving in once more. His kisses grew more fervent, deeper, hungrier, taking her breath away. As he touched her, kissed her, teased her, he could sense her resolve weakening, her walls crumbling, until she was on the verge of surrender. And yet, he wanted to prolong this sweet torture, this delicious dance between them, making sure that when she did finally give in, it would be an explosion of passion, a union of two fierce souls that had finally found their match. Finally, Liam's fingers skillfully danced along the edge of Henry's bra, the teasing fabric that separated him from more of her. With a swift, decisive motion, he tore it away, exposing her breasts to the cool air and his burning gaze, intensifying the electricity between them.

Liam's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and conflicting emotions. The intensity of their kiss had left him breathless, a sensation he was struggling to process. Her words, a mix of humor and tenderness, pulled him back to the present moment. Her admission that he had won left him stunned, a mixture of disbelief and wonder crossing his features. He could still feel the warmth of her lips on his, the taste of her mingling with the lingering tension that had existed between them for so long. His heart raced, a mix of excitement and trepidation surging within him. "I... I don't even know what to say," he managed to utter, his gaze locked onto hers, searching for some semblance of understanding. The weight of her words settled on his shoulders, a newfound connection forming between them that he couldn't quite grasp. As she kissed him again, Liam felt himself getting lost in the moment, the world around them fading away. He returned the kiss with a fervor that matched hers, the barriers that had kept them apart dissolving further with each passing second. It was a dizzying mix of emotions, a collision of feelings he had long kept buried. When she pulled away, reality crashed down upon them, and Liam was left grappling with the aftermath of their impulsive actions. Her laughter and subsequent apology brought him back to the present, a mix of guilt and uncertainty welling up within him. The sight of her blushing and looking down, the drops of blood falling onto her skirt, was a stark reminder of the mess they had created. "Henry, I... I won't tell anyone," he replied softly, his own embarrassment evident in his tone. He reached out and gently lifted her chin, meeting her gaze once more. "But... what does this mean for us?" The question hung in the air, a weighty uncertainty that neither of them seemed fully equipped to answer. He slowly began to move to get up as he knew they might now have the answer now. "Just let me know......." his words trailing off as he had to figure that out for himself. The fuck was he going to do now? Part of him did not want to deal with this but sooner or later both girls would not be okay for him to be with both! YEAHHHH NOPE. Shaking his head he began to walk backward as he got mad at himself for being in this predicament. Rubbing his head he looked back at her looking at her longingly as he made his way back to the cabin. What was he going to tell the boys. The End

Liam's heart pounded as he held Henry in his arms, her tear-streaked face a testament to the intensity of their exchange. The moment felt surreal, the animosity that had filled the air mere seconds ago now replaced with a shared vulnerability that seemed to bridge the chasm between them. Her reassurance that she was okay brought a mixture of relief and confusion, a whirlwind of emotions he struggled to process. He gazed into her eyes, searching for the truth behind her words, a truth that seemed to elude both of them. "You can tell me the truth Henry, I promise." Then, in a twist that he never could have anticipated, Henry's hands cupped his face, and her lips met his in a kiss that shattered the boundaries they had erected between them. His mind raced as her touch ignited a fire within him, a whirlwind of passion and relief that swept away the remnants of their argument. The taste of her lips was electric, a mixture of longing and desire that he hadn't realized he'd been suppressing. As her hands tangled in his hair, Liam responded with an urgency that matched her own, the weight of their emotions manifesting in their shared embrace. He felt her pull back slightly, their lips parting but their closeness remaining. He did not see this one coming as he thought henry hated his guts. "Win what?" Of course he wasn't the brightest crayon in the crayon box as he looked like a lost puppy. A guilt started in his gut as he thought of Novalie. What did this all mean????? Fuck what was he going to do?

The verbal barrage had escalated beyond control, and as their heated exchange continued, it became evident that their words were sharper than any blade. Liam's attempt to provoke Henry had been successful, but the satisfaction was short-lived as the realization of the damage he had inflicted hit him with full force. His anger had driven him to hit Henry where he knew it would hurt the most, but now, as he watched her reaction, the aftermath left him grappling with a sense of guilt he couldn't ignore. Her retort about Novalie caught him off guard, but he couldn't let the conversation veer in that direction. He needed to salvage what was left of their interaction, even if he was struggling to control his own emotions. As the tension lingered, his attempt to backtrack stumbled out clumsily. The words about her appearance had been a low blow, and he regretted it almost instantly. He struggled to find the right words, to make her understand that he hadn't meant what he'd said. But the sincerity in his voice was overshadowed by the flood of emotions they were both grappling with. Her tear-stained face was a stark contrast to the fierce Henry he had always known. He watched as the blade caused an unexpected injury, shock and concern washing over him. In that moment, the animosity and anger seemed to fade into the background as he moved towards her, instinctively reaching out as if to offer support. The sight of her tears and the blood mingling seemed to erase the lines they had drawn between them, leaving only a raw vulnerability that had been hidden beneath the surface. "Henry" his words were quick as he moved over to her as he caught her in his arms. "Hey talk to me, Henry are you okay." He put his hand on her face as he wiped away the tears as he tried to figure out how to fix what he had caused.

The range of emotions that was flowing through him right at this moment well was a FUCKING RAINBOW. Wouldn't Petal be proud at how he was trying to come up with communication. Liam could care less how she saw his dick but the way she was calling him pathetic just made him blood boil. "You act so tough, but we all see through the facade, Henry. Your insecurity is practically written on your forehead." he said laughing with his angry in full swing. "No wonder you're always alone, Henry. You push everyone away so damn hard, you've probably forgotten how to let anyone in." Liam was just done at this point as he was not holding back anymore. His eyes took in where her hands were going to her dagger and he was waiting for her to make a move. Both of them are on edge at the moment. "Good, pity me then. I don't care, but don't you DARE put Novalie down when she has done nothing against you" his words trying to get at her like a knife being slashed at in the night. Her eyes looking at Henry to see if she would dare to say anything else about Novalie to him. "I don't mean you are ugly Henry" he looked to the side away from her trying to hide his eyes. "You are pretty, So don't take it as that....I" he started to "I like you or something" he could feeling himself getting red in the face.

The low light masked the subtle changes in her expression, but he caught the slight smile in her voice, a glimmer of a connection that seemed to bridge the gap between them, if only momentarily. He chuckled at her retort, unable to suppress the return of his cocky attitude, even amidst the turmoil he felt. "Well, I'll be sure to ask for permission next time, Princess," he countered with a wink, his own lips curving into a brief grin. The shift in her tone was palpable, the atmosphere growing heavy as her words took a sharp turn. His defensiveness had struck a chord he hadn't intended, and the stinging words she flung at him cut through the banter like a blade. He felt his own frustration rise, mingling with the guilt that had been brewing since Novalie's name had been mentioned. The bitterness in her voice dug at him, a reminder of the tangled web of emotions he was navigating. He turned his gaze towards her, trying to decipher the myriad of emotions that flickered across her features in the moonlight. The mention of jealousy, whether spoken with sincerity or not, cast a shadow over their interaction. He let out a rueful laugh, her retort hitting a nerve he hadn't anticipated. "My pet.....HA you are funny" his lips were in a snarl. "No I won't fuck any softer, just admit you wish it was you and not her on my cock." Liam knew that him and Novalie hadn't been suttle with their relationship but fuck he didn't want it to be. They had been friends with benefits since she was around fifteen years old. Since then everyone knew the two were exclusive but not on dating terms due to himself of course. "Oh yes I think you are so jealous. Maybe the fact that she has looks and you dont or is it that she has me and you don't?" He was pushing buttons now. Maybe it was from the fact his father had wound him up and he wanted to push Henry to get the truth out of her. Would she say the thing he wanted to hear or would she fight him tooth and nail.

Liam couldn't help but relish the momentary victory of getting under Henry's skin, his smirk widening as he deliberately used her full name. Her exasperated response only fueled his amusement. "Oh, come on, Henry," he chided, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I thought you liked hearing your name. It's so... elegant. especially from my lips" He nudged her arm playfully, the familiar banter temporarily easing the tension that had been building within him. Her retort, however, was swift and unyielding, hitting its mark with precision. The smile on his face faltered as he met her scowl, realizing that his attempt at lightheartedness might have been misjudged. He watched as she turned her gaze toward the lake, her posture a clear indication of her irritation. A pang of regret tugged at him, a reminder of the fine line he had been walking between their camaraderie and the fragile nature of his own emotions. Her nudge hit harder than expected, and he felt the impact reverberate through his shoulder, though he did his best to hide the wince that followed. The interaction held a strange familiarity, a dance they had perfected over the years. As she conceded to his request about the bonfire, his gaze softened briefly before her next words cut through the air. The mention of Novalie caught him off guard, a flicker of guilt mixed with annoyance crossing his features. "She's not..." he began, his voice trailing off as he tried to find the right words. Resentment laced Henry's tone, and Liam's jaw clenched as he felt his own frustration rise. "Don't start, Henry," he shot back, his voice tinged with defensiveness. "You don't know anything about it. Plus are you jealous or something? Didn't think you want a piece of this" He pointed to himself with a smug look as the cocky Ares boy had always been.

Dustin's frustration poured out in each punch and tense movement, Liam watched with a mixture of concern and understanding. He could see the weight of responsibility weighing heavily on his brother's shoulders, and he knew that Dustin was grappling with more than just the impending war. Liam's gaze remained steady on Dustin as he listened, his expression a mixture of frustration and empathy. "I can only it's a lot, Dustin," Liam replied, his voice calm yet resolute. "But you don't have to shoulder it all alone. We're family, and we've faced tough situations together before. I'm here for you, man." He knew he wasn't cabin leader but it doesn't mean he could be there for Dustin. Trying to do whatever he can to protect his family! Dustin's exhaustion and fear were palpable, his vulnerability shining through despite his efforts to maintain a tough exterior. Liam took a step closer, mirroring his brother's stance. "You're right, it's insane. But you've got a team behind you—Benji, me, and all the others who believe in you. You're not alone in this fight." Liam's words held an unspoken promise of solidarity, a reminder that they were all in this together. Seeing Dustin on the brink of breaking down, Liam's voice was strong, carrying a sense of unwavering support. "You won't lose any of us, Dustin. We're stronger when we're united, and I've got your back. Let's face this war head-on, as a family."

Liam knew shit was about to go down, he just knew it! Even before his father told him what was up, it was as if he was on the same level and shit. Of course his dad was a bit terrifying as most Gods were....well except Mr. D which he felt like was a joke. But shit was about to hit the fan as War was in its way. It must be a big deal as their dad made a trip just to tell their cabin after all. Liam watched his brother from a far as took in the news. Going out to him he was going to try and speak to him as it was a lot for his brother to take after all. Dustin would have to lead them since he was cabin leader which was a lot on his shoulders. Getting closer he began to speak. "Dustin, I get it. War's coming, and Dad being the God of War amplifies that feeling in the air. You're keyed up, certain about this impending conflict. " He stopped when he got close as he knew they were alone. " You spitting at it just shows how conflicted you are. Talk to me man or at least let me help you fight it out." Liam was trying to be there for his bro! They had always been tight since they got to camp around the same time.

The weight of Henry's touch ignited a storm of conflicting emotions within Liam, causing him to wrestle with a surge of anger that he struggled to contain. Instinctively, he attempted to shrug off her presence, his actions betraying a lifetime of guardedness that had become second nature. Frustration coiled within him, urging him to retreat into the familiar solitude he had long relied upon. His jaw clenched as he battled the urge to push her away—needing her touch was not something he was prepared to admit. Henry's words, a blend of honesty and irritation, stoked the flames of his aggravation, threatening to engulf his self-control. A sidelong glance in her direction revealed his sardonic response, dripping with a layer of sarcasm designed to deflect from the vulnerability that was threatening to break through. The fading light cast elongated shadows that mirrored his internal turmoil, a tumultuous sea of emotions crashing against the barriers he had erected. As henry continued to speak, the edge of his anger dulled slightly, yielding to a begrudging acknowledgment of her candidness. Beneath his irritation lay a begrudging appreciation for her ability to pierce through his defenses, to see beyond the façade he had so carefully crafted. Yet, he couldn't let her words pass without a retort, an attempt to regain a semblance of control. "Incredible, huh?" he shot back, the beginnings of his signature smirk tugging at his lips. "I suppose even the gods can't help but be awed by my unparalleled magnificence." The playful tone masked the complexity of his emotions, a brewing storm beneath the surface. Despite his internal struggle to maintain his distance, there was an undeniable pull in the banter they shared. While his anger and instinctual desire to withdraw warred within him, he couldn't deny that her presence offered a unique solace, a momentary respite from the tempest of emotions that Ares had unleashed. "Ohhhhh is that so Henrietta" he smirked as he knew she hated her full name being used. But he could not help but try and pick on her. "Well this death warmed upped of shit wants to try and forget the bonfire" He nudged her arm with a smirk, the cocky one he wore quite a lot!

Liam's gaze remained fixed on the spot where Ares had disappeared into the shadows. The god's words lingered in his mind, stirring emotions he hadn't anticipated. The campfire's flickering flames danced before him, their light casting shifting patterns over his features. The usual confidence that adorned his face had been replaced by an unfamiliar mix of apprehension and reverence. The camaraderie that was once around the bonfire seemed distant, drowned out by the weight of his thoughts. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the lake's surface shimmered in the waning light. Liam remained lost in contemplation. The words his father had spoken, the memories of the chaos and destruction caused by the god, painted a new perspective on his heritage as a child of Ares. The rush of combat had always fueled him, but now, a shadow of doubt clouded his perception. I mean his father did tell the campers to knock it off right? He too was getting upset when they said those things to him but then again....some of the campers could have been killed. It was mercy from Ares they all lived at all. Unexpectedly, a voice reached his ears, drawing his attention. Henry, his rival in camp, stood by his side. Her presence was a surprise, a soft contrast to the usual tension between them. As she asked if he was okay, Liam's gaze remained distant, fixated on the lake. He mumbled a response, attempting to shrug off the unease that gripped him. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He was trying to play it off because he didn't want her to know he was too soft. He was a child of the war god! That was when she rested her head on his shoulder. The touch he normally got from Novalie but this time was Henry. Made him glup and look away "Ittttt it isn't your fault, I mean.....I don't even know what I am trying to say." He words were gumbled as he was feeling weird things towards Henry he had never done before and well maybe he liked it a bit. That was when the guilt hit him about Novalie as she would be pissed seeing this. Gosh why did life have to be so complicated as fuck? Putting his hand on his face he tried rubbing his eyes and head to clear his mind. "It isn't like we ask for this life, your parent abandons you and then someone might show up to expect things out of you...it's a weird feeling."

Liam felt an intense warmth and tightness as he entered Novalie, the sensation overpowering all other thoughts. The velvety smoothness of her inner walls gripped him, and a low, involuntary moan escaped his lips. "Damn, you feel incredible," he murmured, his voice husky with the weight of his desire. The primal instinct that had been building up inside him reached its peak, making him more assertive, more possessive. As he moved, every thrust was calculated, deliberate, aiming to take them both to new heights of pleasure. Her response to his penetration, the way she called out and grabbed onto him, only fueled his need further. He pressed deep into her, savoring the sensation that coursed through him. "You want more?" he growled softly, seeking both confirmation and provocation. The way she moved her hips, urging him deeper, gave him the answer he sought. This wasn't just about pleasure, it was about marking territory, about asserting a claim. The raw, unbridled passion between them was intoxicating, every touch, every movement speaking louder than words. Liam could feel every small movement of Novalie's body beneath him, every tremor, every gasp. The sounds she made were music to his ears, and he reveled in the symphony of their combined pleasure. Pulling back slightly, he thrust into her again, aiming to hit that sweet spot he knew would drive her wild. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, a hint of challenge in his voice, wanting to hear her beg for more. The entire experience was a dance between dominance and submission, each taking turns leading and following, always seeking that perfect rhythm. The connection they shared in that moment was purely physical, but it was electric, intense, and all-consuming.

Liam's heart raced even faster as Henry's gasp mixed with her sarcastic comment. He was taken aback by the mixture of vulnerability and defiance in her words. The gasp, though, spoke volumes about the passion she was trying to conceal. His fingers traced the contours of her body as they moved towards her shorts, feeling the heat emanating from her skin. The sarcastic retort didn't deter him; if anything, it fueled his desire further. His lips left a trail of kisses along her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, while his fingers deftly worked on the buttons of her shorts. The mingling of her moan and her words ignited a fire within him, and he was determined to take her to new heights of pleasure. Henry's grip in his hair sent waves of pleasure and urgency down his spine. Her confession, so soft and intimate, hit him like a shockwave. He had never imagined this moment would come, where the rivalry they had held for so long would transform into something so raw and powerful. The words "I want you" echoed in his mind, drowning out any lingering doubts or fears. He looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mixture of desire and a newfound depth of connection. "I want you too, Henry, I have for a very long time" he whispered back, his voice carrying a sense of longing and determination. With a deliberate yet tender motion, he removed her shorts, exposing more of her skin to his hungry gaze and touch. His fingers danced across her, exploring and igniting every nerve. His lips left her neck, trailing down her collarbone, leaving a trail of soft, fiery kisses. He paused for a moment to meet her eyes again, seeking affirmation in the depths of her gaze. With an unspoken understanding, he continued his descent, worshiping every inch of her skin as if it were a precious canvas. Time seemed to stand still, their connection intensifying with every touch, every breath, as if they were discovering each other for the first time. The barriers they had built over the years were crumbling, and in their place, a powerful intimacy was emerging, one that neither of them could deny. "Gods you are so beautiful" he said in between the kisses. His hands touching her body in a way as if he was worshiping the beautiful woman in his arms. One of his hands found her breast as he traced around it and then touched the nipple. Biting his lip he looked back at her with so much longing in his eyes.

Liam observed the excitement in Maddox's eyes and couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie growing between them. The boy's genuine enthusiasm was contagious, and Liam found himself genuinely looking forward to helping Maddox develop his skills further. As Maddox mentioned Lilythe's role in sorting them into cabins, Liam chuckled, imagining the mischievous grin that must have accompanied her actions. "Lilythe does have a knack for keeping things mysterious, but yes Dustin is this cabin's leader" he commented, his own smile playing at his lips. "But don't worry, the cabins here are all great, and you'll fit right in wherever you end up." Either way Liam wanted to train this camper himself as he could see the potential in him!!! With a nod toward the practice area, Liam gestured for Maddox to continue his sword drills. "Alright, let's focus on refining your stance and footwork," he suggested. "The foundation of any good sword technique is a solid stance that allows you to move swiftly and maintain your balance." Liam stepped closer to Maddox and demonstrated the proper positioning of feet and hands. "You want your weight evenly distributed, ready to shift in any direction. Keep your guard up, and remember to breathe. Now, let's practice a few strikes together."

Character Name: Liam Santos & Henrietta Abbot Award/Drachma Claiming: Completed RP (20 posts) Link to Proof: LINK

Liam winced as Henry's kick connected with his shin, the sharp pain momentarily breaking their tense standoff. He knew she was right; they couldn't let their personal battle become a spectacle for everyone to witness. Her words, though laced with defiance, held a vulnerability that struck a chord within him. He sensed her hesitation, her wariness, and the knowledge that their interactions were never straightforward. He chuckled softly at her retort about love, his grip on her not loosening as he maintained their close contact. "Who said anything about letting you go, princess?" he countered, his voice a mixture of challenge and something else, something softer that he was beginning to recognize. Suddenly, he executed a fluid move, flipping her in his arms and positioning himself behind her, his arm firmly around her waist and the dagger still held to the back of her neck. His lips brushed against her neck, sending shivers down his own spine, and his words were a low murmur against her skin. "You're right. I'm a nuisance. But tell me, Henry, do you really want me to let you go?" And then, in a surprising move, he dropped the dagger to the ground and took a step back, his eyes holding a mix of challenge and something far more complicated. Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving Henry standing there.

Liam could feel the tension radiating from Henry as he held her in the tight, controlled grip, his heart pounding as he caught the faint scent of her hair. Her words, the mix of anticipation and fury in her voice, only served to intensify the complex emotions swirling within him. He was well aware that this move might be seen as a tease, a way to provoke her, and part of him reveled in the unpredictable responses he was eliciting from her. His lips curled into a half-smirk as he listened to her protest about fairness, her vulnerability oddly enticing. The touch of her hand against his waistband sent a jolt of electricity through his body, his mind momentarily wandering to places he knew he shouldn't be exploring in the midst of their standoff. Her stammered words and flushed cheeks only added to the charged atmosphere that surrounded them. He was acutely aware of their close proximity, the heat of their bodies, and the effect he seemed to be having on her. It was both exhilarating and unnerving, a mixture of sensations that he couldn't easily define. As their fellow campers walked by, their raised eyebrows and knowing smirks only fueled the fire that raged between Liam and Henry. He held her gaze, the challenge in her eyes mirroring the challenge in his own. "Cheap shot or not, Henry, sometimes life throws unexpected moments at us. The question is, what are we going to do about them?" His voice was a low murmur, meant only for her ears, as if he were inviting her to explore this uncharted territory with him. "Nothing is fair in love or war princess" he hummed once more in her ear. Part of him loved being this close to her for some reason. As if something inside called out to him. He felt a rush of both uncertainty and excitement, fully aware that their relationship had taken a sharp turn from rivalry to something much more complex and intriguing.

Liam watched Henry's gloating smile with a mix of bemusement and fascination during the break. There was an undeniable tension in the air between them, a spark that he couldn't quite ignore. Her confident declaration that she had won only fueled his determination to come back stronger in their next encounter. "Sure, you won this round," Liam conceded with a smirk, his eyes lingering on her as she prepared to head to the mess hall. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt, though he was determined to maintain his cocky exterior. As she called out her challenge and her half-hearted taunts, he chuckled softly under his breath. He could feel the intensity of their rivalry, but he also sensed something more beneath the surface. Liam's curiosity got the better of him as he followed her, his long strides catching up to her easily. When he reached her, he made a sudden move, disarming her of the dagger and swiftly maneuvering her into a hold. His heart raced, both from the physical exertion and the unexpected closeness between them. His breath was warm against her ear as he held the blade of the dagger just inches from her neck, his voice a low murmur. "I wouldn't mind that second chance, you know. But I suppose I'll have to earn it." His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a mixture of challenge and something deeper that he couldn't quite put into words.

Liam felt a mixture of shock and confusion as Henry's lips crashed against his, his brain temporarily short-circuiting as her unexpected move caught him off guard. Her lips were soft and warm against his, sending a jolt of surprise through his body. He instinctively loosened his grip on her wrists, momentarily forgetting the fight as his mind raced to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Before he could even process what was happening, Henry had used his momentary lapse to her advantage, expertly rolling out from under him and getting to her feet. But he didn't want that to end so fast.......... As she held the dagger threateningly towards him, Liam blinked rapidly, his mind still spinning from the kiss. He registered her words, her threat, but he couldn't quite shake off the daze that had settled over him. The mixture of adrenaline, the lingering sensation of her lips, and the dagger aimed at him created a surreal atmosphere that he struggled to reconcile with the fierce rivalry that had consumed them just moments before. Her comment about his kissing abilities snapped him back to reality, and he shook his head slightly, his lips curving into a grin despite the tension. "Oh really? I'll keep that in mind for our next training session," he quipped, a glint of amusement in his eyes. Liam's brain was still processing the whirlwind of emotions and actions that had transpired, but he was well aware that the dynamics between him and Henry had taken an unexpected twist. The battle of wills had transformed into something more complex, something that stirred a mixture of frustration, fascination, and an undeniable spark between them. He readied himself for whatever move Henry might make next, aware that this fight had moved beyond physical strength and strategy, delving into a realm of unspoken tension and connection. That was when they called for a break. Liam's eyes were still on Henry as if they did not want to leave her as they began to talk about the next lesson which would be later that week. He walked up behind her "You caught me off guard, so if you ever want to give me a second chance at that kiss. I will show you how it really is done."

Liam felt a surge of triumph as he managed to bring Henry down with him in their tangled struggle, their bodies hitting the ground with a solid thud. The flurry of emotions that played across Henry's face didn't escape his notice, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself a small internal victory. But his satisfaction was short-lived as he felt her kicks and attempts to dislodge him, her determination unwavering even in this compromising position. As her voice lashed out in a mixture of frustration and accusation, Liam couldn't help but let out a chuckle, though it was a bit strained due to the physical effort. "Pervert? Nah, just trying to make sure you're nice and cozy on the ground where you belong, with my arms wrapped around you" he quipped, his smirk still evident despite the physical strain they were both enduring. That was when what he said made him thing of them doing another type of wrestling. Trying to throw those out of his mind he tried to focus on the challenge at hand. He maintained his grip as she pushed against his chest, his muscles flexing with the effort. Her words about weaponry training only fueled his determination to prove himself in this hand-to-hand combat, a determination that mirrored the intensity of her own. Liam's focus remained unwavering, despite the fierce verbal exchanges and the heat of the battle. His body ached, his heart raced, and a film of sweat coated his skin, but he was determined to emerge victorious. With a calculated move, he attempted to shift his weight slightly, aiming to catch Henry off guard and roll her onto her back while maintaining his hold on her wrists. As their struggle continued, he couldn't deny the mixture of exhilaration and frustration that coursed through him, fully immersed in the battle of wills that had consumed them both.

Liam's heart raced as he watched Henry cast aside her dagger, her determined expression only serving to further ignite his competitive spirit. He couldn't deny the exhilaration he felt as she lunged forward and grabbed his wrist, her sudden movement taking him by surprise for a fraction of a second. But he was quick to react, his instincts kicking in as he tried to counter her maneuver. He could sense her determination, her resolve to prove herself in every move she made. As Henry's knee aimed for a particularly sensitive area, Liam's body instinctively reacted, his leg shifting slightly to partially deflect the blow. The impact still made him wince, and he grunted through the discomfort. He was impressed by her audacity, her willingness to use any means necessary to gain the upper hand. But he wouldn't be beaten that easily. "You talk big for someone who's about to eat dirt," he retorted through gritted teeth, his own determination shining in his eyes. Despite the heat of the battle and the strain on his body, Liam couldn't help but notice the flush on Henry's face, her slightly disheveled appearance somehow making her even more intriguing. He couldn't let himself get distracted by such thoughts, though; he had a battle to win. That was when he tried to wrap his arms around her. This was how he saw them tumbling to the ground as they were then fight that way.

Liam's heart raced as Henry responded to his compliment, her momentary vulnerability a rare glimpse into the depths of her emotions. He admired her playful attempt to brush it off, understanding the armor she wore to protect herself. He too was this way! That was why he hadn't dated anyone ever, as he was afraid to be vulnerable with anyone. Even his comment about her beauty shocked him as much as it did her. Maybe that was because the two of them had been rivals since Henry arrived to camp. So it wasn't until the iris message the other day that made him start to think a bit differently. He couldn't help but smile, seeing that she liked it or at least he thought she did. His fingers continued to trace along her skin, his touch gentle yet charged with the intensity of his desire. The way her breath hitched only fueled his own hunger for her. As their lips reconnected, time seemed to stand still. The world outside their bubble of intimacy faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in a world of sensations and unspoken longing. Her comment about his eyes caught him off guard, and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. The warmth of her hands on his body sent shivers down his spine, a mixture of excitement and anticipation coursing through him. The challenge in her eyes ignited a fire within him, and he met her gaze with a determined look of his own. "In yours dreams Athena Girl" he winked as he then began to lean in to kiss down Henry's neck. As his hands began to go to henry's hair. Pulling her hair back, Liam began to bite her neck as his hands began to explore her shorts.

Liam absorbed Dustin's punches with determination, blocking and countering as best he could. His focus sharpened as he responded to his brother's challenge, each movement calculated and precise. The training room echoed with the rhythmic thud of their strikes meeting mid-air. He grinned as Dustin intensified his attacks, appreciating the heightened adrenaline coursing through his veins. Liam's resolve only grew stronger, his mind fully engaged in the moment. Dustin's change in approach caught him off guard for a moment. Liam's eyes widened as he realized he had left himself vulnerable, his right side exposed. He braced himself for the impact, but it was too late. Dustin's punch connected, a solid hit that made Liam wince as the impact resonated through his body. Gritting his teeth, Liam acknowledged the lesson in that unexpected blow. He knew he had to be vigilant, to anticipate and adapt to every possible angle of attack. As Dustin retreated and bounced on his toes, Liam took a moment to catch his breath. "Nice move, Dustin," he panted, a mix of exhaustion and appreciation in his voice. He adjusted his stance, mentally reviewing what had just transpired. "Alright, let's go again," he said, a renewed determination in his eyes as he readied himself for the next round. He was now smirking as this was fun for him!!!!

Liam could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as the battle continued to unfold. Henry's determination and resilience were proving to be more challenging than he had initially anticipated. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. He knew he couldn't underestimate her; her strikes were quick, precise, and she seemed to have a strategy for every move she made. He mentally acknowledged that there was more to this Athena girl than met the eye. His words seemed to only enrage him more which just made him feel even more powerful as he fed off this type of anger. Maybe this was a little payback from that iris message when he was in just a towel! Well maybe he liked hearing her say she missed like......pfffff what was he thinking!!! Liam couldn't deny the sparks of irritation Henry's words ignited within him, but he was also aware of a growing fascination with the fierce determination radiating from her. This wasn't just a physical battle; it was a contest of wills, and Liam was starting to understand that Henry was far more than just a "little Athena girl." He repositioned himself, ready to continue the battle, the grudging respect he felt for her only adding fuel to the fire that burned within him. "What you have to rely on your dagger?" he said to her with a smirk. "Come on grapple with me or are you too scared" he said challenging her. He knew that if she would do it he might have a chance to win this one. The thought of her body on his made him feel a way that he tried to push down....it's just henry right?

Liam's muscles tensed as he countered Henry's attempted leg sweep, a sense of satisfaction coursing through him as he managed to predict and thwart her move. He wasn't about to let her sharp tongue and swift tactics undermine his abilities. He could almost hear his brother's voice in his head, encouraging him to stay focused and angry. Liam could feel the energy of the training arena buzzing around him as he squared off against the Athena girl, his determination mounting with every passing second. He watched as Henry stumbled, a small flicker of triumph dancing in his eyes before she quickly recovered. She ducked under his arm, and he felt a rush of air where she had been a split second earlier. He turned to face her again, impressed by her agility but unyielding in his resolve. He braced himself for her next move, his instincts taking over as she twirled around and aimed a blow at his abdomen. The impact made him grunt and he instinctively took a step back, her strike having found its mark. Liam's cocky grin didn't waver, even in the face of Henry's fierce retort. "Oh, is that so? Guess I'll have to prove you wrong, won't I?" he shot back, a playful glint in his eyes. As the heat of the battle raged on, Liam was starting to gain a begrudging respect for Henry's determination and strategic thinking. He was relishing the challenge, both mentally and physically, and he knew that whether he emerged victorious or not, this skirmish would leave a lasting mark on his memory.