kittykruger

Swords were clashing against each other, bright and shining under the glare of the July sun. Campers parried and dodged blows, the clang of metal against metal harsh on everyone's ears. Everyone, that is to say, but a certain son of Poseidon. "Parry!" he yelled, green eyes gleaming in the sunlight. "Thrust, dodge! Keep them on their toes, you've got to stay unpredictable!" "Can't we have a break Percy?" a newly claimed son of Hypnos whined, dropping his sword onto the dusty ground of the training arena. "We've been at this all morning!" "And you're dead." his opponent, a daughter of Hecate, said, holding her sword against the boy's dark t