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Thor guided Percy to his new room at the top of the tower. It was pretty empty, but it was still awesome.

Not like Percy really cared, though.

"You can rest now, if you want to," Thor told Percy as the latter examined his new room, but resting was far from Percy's thoughts.

The demigod turned around suddenly. "Can we train?" Thor's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as they filled with hope.

"Can we spar?" Thor basically pleaded.

Percy agreed, of course.

Thor led the way to a big training room some floors down from the living quarters. It was huge, loaded with everything you could need to practice any sport you can think of (and those you can't think of, too, trust me). Imagine a gym, now multiply it over one hundred. You're still not even close to understanding the size of the place.

The two men approached a wall with hundreds of swords from which Thor chose one. Percy just took Riptide out of his pocket; he didn't need any other sword.

They went to an empty space and prepared themselves. The god really looked like a little kid in Christmas, it made Percy laugh a little. Was he really that famous?

Percy wasn't oblivious about the cameras in the place, so he faced the wall to cover how his pen turned into an amazing bronze sword, ready for any opponent.

Thor almost fainted.

Both of them got ready, looking at each other and analyzing their posture, their weak points, their experience. Percy was the first one to attack, his moves too fast to follow, but Thor somehow blocked the blow. In response, the god tried to hit the demigod's side. Percy dodged, moving to the left and raising his sword in defense, waiting patiently for another attack.

The god wasn't exactly bad, but it was obvious that he wasn't used to swords. For this, Percy was containing himself; he didn't want to hurt Thor too much. Then Percy gave up on this, he didn't like restraining himself, least if he had Riptide in his hands and a godly opponent.

Thor must have seen the look in his face before the younger one sent another blow because he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "I'm doomed".

Percy started sending blow after blow, but Thor was keeping up with him. However, landing a blow wasn't Percy's goal at the moment. No, his goal was to distract the god with desperation until his defenses weakened. And it worked.

Percy's last blow was directed to a weak point he had easily spotted. It wasn't too large but it was definitely enough for him. He hit the god with the blade in the hip, rapidly turning his sword to Thor's shoulder as he lowered his weapon to defend his hips. But Percy had hit him there what felt like a year ago, as his ADHD slowed everything and made him deadly precise. He managed to hit his target with the hilt but left the blade downwards to defend his otherwise vulnerable ribcage.

Thor almost fell backwards due to the strength of the hit, but he was a god, he was strong too. He tried to slash Percy's chest (key word being tried). It was easy for Percy to turn Riptide a little to the right to avoid being cut in half. Thor then raised his sword above his head to add strength to what he hoped would be the final blow, directed to the demigod's shoulder.

But again, this was Percy Jackson.

What a mistake it was to leave his whole body defenseless for more than half a second. The younger one hit the god with the blade in his left leg, careful so as to not make a big cut, just enough to deconcentrate the god and make his blow fail to hit its target. It did, leaving once again an uncovered spot in his own shoulder as the sword went down. You could see in Thor's face that he knew he had been beaten; the last failed blow he sent couldn't be stopped fast enough to protect himself.

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