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"KIARA!" Thalia shouts. "Look out!"

I dodge the sword, and come up with my knives crossed holding his sword back. His face is hooded, and it's dark, so I can't see him. I kick his hand so he almost drops his sword, but he holds on. The sword is one of imperial gold. I have to dodge a few more slices, stabs, and strikes. I realize his fighting isn't Greek or Roman.

I stab towards his thighs with my knife, and he blocks it, but is to slow to block my slash at his stomach. It slices into his stomach and he rears back in pain. I kick him down and tie him to a tree with some spare celestial bronze string.

I run to Thalia. "I knew I hated Floridians, but jeez."

She smirks, but then looking around sees Aria on the ground, bleeding. We run to her. "Ari?"

"Yeah, Kiara?" She weakly responds.

"You are HOING to live. Alright?"

"I'm sorry, Kiara. Kick some ass."

"Ari! No!"

"Bye, Kiara. Thalia."

She closes her eyes. Tears start pouring out, that I can't stop. Thalia hugs me, then stands to direct the Hunters.

"Goodbye, Aria," I whisper. "Let Artemis be with you."

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