𝘼 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 ⁰·¹

A "terrifying" pair

(y/n) folded his arms above his chest and kept a hardened face as he started down at the ground in thought.

  Reyna felt as if a cold hand had slid through the crack in the rear of her shirt, and slowly slithered its way through her back and up to her neck. Her head snapped back in surprise, just to see (y/n) standing a few feet behind her.

  Her whole body shivered at the tense aura he created in the air, making her slowly turn back forward in slight fear.

『••✎••』

  Annabeth scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Why did I even bring you along?"

  "Hey, I'm (y/n)'s brother. I couldn't let him behind," Percy argued and threw his arms up in exasperation. "Besides, I'm a son of Poseidon. I should be able to help."

  Annabeth grunted sarcastically. "Like you could do anything besides being a Seaweed-Brain."

  "I'm not that useless!" Percy grumbled.

  "Sure you're not," Annabeth mumbled.

『••✎••』

  Frank's movements were followed by all of the warriors present, including Reyna. All the frightened gladiators kneeling beneath the power of the Ten-foot tall man.

  Or, well, all, for the single exception of (y/n), who stood with a large scoff and a ready posture for a fight, which felt close. Too close for comfort.

  "Ares," he growled. "What do you want here?"

  A collective gasp went up from two hundred campers and an elephant. Frank wanted to say something to excuse (y/n) and placate the god, but he didn’t know what. He was afraid the war god would blast his new friend with that extra-large M16.

  Instead, the god bared his brilliant white teeth.

  "You’ve got spunk, demigod," he said. "Ares is my Greek form. But to these followers, to the children of Rome, I am Mars—patron of the empire, divine father of Romulus and Remus."

  "We've met," (y/n) said as his pupils shook intensely inside his irises. "We had a fight."

  The god scratched his chin, as if trying to recall. "I fight a lot of people. But I assure you—you’ve never fought me as Mars. If you had, you’d be dead. Now, kneel, as befits a child of Rome, before you try my patience."

  Around Mars’s feet, the ground boiled in a circle of flame.

  (y/n) scoffed. "Kneel?" His feet slowly dragged him forward, in the direction of the giant god, a now freezing, dark fog dancing around the air being a match to the burning heat running along the area. "Kneeling to you should–"

  "(y/n)," Frank said, "please."

  (y/n)'s eyes flashed with anger, but he bit down on his tongue and lowered himself with a dozen of curses.

『••✎••』

  Annabeth winced as she covered her arm. "Shit!"

  Percy sighed and dropped his arms. "I can't help you if you don't cooperate."

  "Don't touch me, then," Annabeth growled. "I can do it myself."

  Percy shook his head. "If (y/n) were here he would treat the wound for you."

  Annabeth stayed silent for a long second, then she glared at Percy. "He's not here. Besides, it's just a dislocated arm. I can pop it back into place."