𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐑𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, percy jackson ¹ ▷ pjo ✓

𝚅. 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬

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( 𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐑𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 )
𝙸𝚅. 𝒢𝓁ℴ𝓇𝓎 𝒹ℴℯ𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈!

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[𝙍𝗜𝙂𝗘𝙇]

HOW DOES A HUMAN TAKE away their pent-up frustration?

It's a question I've been asking myself for years. As you might've guessed, I'm the type of person who gets frustrated really, really easily, which means I need some sort of release regularly. Some people listen to music (tried it once, doesn't work that well), others jog (I'm too lazy for that. Who the hell runs with no destination?) and people meditate.

But me? I like to take away my stress the fun way: by beating Kristyn Parker a game she plays best. Swordplay.

The sound of our weapons clashing pulls me back to reality, making quickly block an amateur move from my blonde friend. Kristyn moves quickly, taking a swing at me, which I easily block with the shaft of my spear. I parry the move, swinging the sharp tip of my weapon close enough to graze her face. Just as I expected, the girl moves back to avoid my blade. Perfect.

I advance once more, predictable enough for her to block and slow enough to make her annoyed. Kristyn, being a child of Ares, hates many things, but what she despised most of all was a predictable fight. It made her frustrated and annoyed, and on my lucky days, it made her the one thing that made many heroes fall in battle: arrogant.

"Are you playing to win?" Kristyn questiones as we circled each other, waiting for the other to attack. "Or are you playing to not lose?"

"I'll let you decide," I remark,thrusting my spear in her direction. Another predictable move.

"Fine. I'll decide," She responds impatiently.

Kristyn begins to do just what I want her to do: attack aggressively. She puts all her strength into her offense, pushing me back with each step as I attempt to block and defend. She attacks like a beast, leaving me with barely enough time to defend myself from her blade.

We go on like that for what seems like five minutes. Her attacking, me defending. It's become like a dance: stab, block, trust, block, side step, stab, block. Over and over and over again. Then, finally, Kristyn's sword arm dips.

I smirk viciously.

My turn.

The next time Kristyn thrusts her sword at me, I block it and use the momentum to push her back. Then, I start playing offense.

I've always loved the feeling of close-range fighting-even though my weapon of choice isn't exactly made for it. The feeling of having my opponent right in front of me, ready to struck down and defeated. It's always been so . . . so exciting.

I enjoy the adrenaline; I thrive because it. I live for it. I breathe for it.

If Kristyn attacked me like a beast, I return the favour like hurricane. I thrust all my frustration into my weapon. I start off simple, but then something inside of me shatters, and my fighting style shifts to something I don't recognise.