The Rock Climbing Wall

Maya rushed over "oh gods" she then took her to the infirmary

Kora remains unconscious as a small gash is visible on her head.

Pyotr shot up to the climbing wall, skidding to a stop, old and worn trainers throwing up the dirt/dust combo from the ground. He swore quietly in Russian as he barely remained upright, then looked up at the wall, humming interestedly.

Kora runs in and sees someone looking at the wall, "You done this before?" She asks the boy.

"No," Pyotr shook his head, staring curiously at the lava.

Kora smiles, "Oh it's so much fun. You get such a thrill from it. You do get hurt a lot on this, but better to do it here then out in the world am I right?" She says with a smile pulling her long brown hair into a pony tail with an elastic hair band, and scampers up the wall like she was climbing a tree in her backyard.

"Да, I guess," Pyotr nodded, watching her avidly.

Kora smiles, as she dips and doges different obstacles, "You need to get up here and try this." She shouts down, as she reaches the lava wall.

Pyotr shrugged and tried it, not exactly moving fast.

Kora avoids a spurt of lava, from the wall, "Unless you want many broken limbs, you are going to have to move faster on this thing."

Pyotr didn't really want to use his speed, but after a close shave with a drop of lava, he found himself at the top of the wall, looking down at Kora, and then at the bottom.

Kora looks up, impressed as she reaches the top, "Wow. Who is godly parent?"

"Iris is my mother," Pyotr grinned. "Fast as speed of light."

Kora nods with a smile, "I can see that." She says with an impressed smile as her eyes light up, "Would you like to help me convince the others on bringing back the Rockwall races?"

Pyotr frowned, not understanding. "Rockwall races?" he echoed.

Kora nods, "Years ago, they did sot of an Olympic event, with different challenges and teams. Swimming, sword play, that kind of thing. One of them was a race to the top of the rock wall. I've always wanted to try and bring it back, and understand why they got rid of it in the first place. If we can bring it back, I want you on my team." She says with a smile.

"I do not think I would be allowed," Pyotr chuckled.

"Well then maybe you could participate in one of the other events. How good of a swimmer are you?"

"Not a good swimmer," Pyotr shook his head.

Kora thinks, "Ok how about combat? What is your weapon of choice?"

"I run," Pyotr shrugged.

Kora frowns, "Well, how are you at chariot riding?"

Pyotr frowned. "Chariot?" he repeated. "I do not know the word."

Kora looks at him, "Ok, then how about Pegasus riding?"

"I have never ridden a horse," Pyotr admitted. "I do not think I am a good demigod."