I rolled under the spear point thrust at my head, somersaulting into a crouch facing my opponent. Riptide was in my hand as I narrowed my eyes at the crouched figure in front of me.
Rushing forward, my opponent lined up the point of the razor-sharp spear with my face. I sidestepped the strike and parried away the spear with the flat of my blade, causing my attacker to stumble past me.
'Is that the best you got?' I taunted with a smirk. Growling in anger, my opponent surged forwards. A shield materialised out from nowhere and I had to look away for a brief moment to avoid being petrified out of fear.
I jumped backwards to avoid yet another thrust aimed at my stomach as I slapped my own wrist, hitting the button on the watch Tyson had made me. In less than a second, the sound of spiralling metal echoed across the arena and the intricate shield formed just in time to block a wide spear swing.
I rushed forward, my shield held tightly in front of me. As I expected, my charge was met by another shield and I pushed sideways. Grabbing onto the edge of my opponent's shield, I spun around using the momentum to rip the shield off their arm. With a pained yelp, my opponent reacted surprisingly quickly and swiped my feet from under me before I could react.
I tried to roll back to gain some distance but I could only manage to get so far. Ending up in a kneel, a found a spearpoint under my chin.
'Do you yie-' my opponent tried to speak but I swatted the spear away from my vulnerable neck and stood up.
I ducked under a swing and rushed forward, pinning the edge of my sword on my opponent's throat. Before I could speak, I felt the cold metal point poking my skin from under my shirt. I looked down and saw the point of the spear poised right below my sternum.
I looked back up and smiled, removing Riptide away from my opponent's throat and raised my hands in surrender, 'Draw?'
The spearpoint removed itself from under my shirt. I looked into the mirth-filled electric blue eyes of Thalia Grace.
'Draw,' she nodded. 'But you totally cheated.'
'I did not,' I said nonchalantly as I stepped back to give both of us some much-needed space.
'You totally did,' Thalia laughed as she picked up her silver bracelet from the ground. 'I had you pinned. I was about to ask you to yield but you cut me off.'
'It's called tactics, Thalia,' I said smirking as we started walking out of the arena. 'And you did not have me pinned down. It was a draw.'
'I did have you pinned down,' Thalia complained. 'My spear was right under your chin!'
'No, it wasn't,' I denied.
'Yes, it was.'
'No, it was-'
'Yes, it was!'
'I still think it was a draw,' I said as I looked over my shoulder, my smirk never leaving my face.
'Fine! Suit yourself,' Thalia relented. 'But we both know I'm better than you.'
'No, you're not.' I chuckled.
'Oh, I definitely am,' Thalia huffed, visibly annoyed as she fell into step with me.
'Whatever helps you sleep at night,' I replied and started walking to my cabin. Soon enough, Thalia's protests faded away into the background.
I spent the journey back to Cabin Three with a smile on my face. The past few months had been great. Just being at camp made me happy. Being around the people of Camp Half-Blood. My people.
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Do-over (A Percy Jackson Fanfiction)
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