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Percy's POV
"One-on-one," I challenged Luke. "What are you afraid of?"
Luke curled his lip. The soldiers who were about to kill us hesitated, waiting for his order. The scary lady, Theia, raised an eyebrow.
Before he could say anything, Agrius, the bear-man, burst onto the deck leading a flying horse. It was the first pure-black pegasus I'd ever seen, with wings like a great raven. The pegasus bucked and whinnied. I could understand his thoughts. He was calling Agrius and Luke some names so bad Chiron would've washed his muzzle out with saddle soap.
"Sir!" Agrius called, dodging a pegasus hoof. "Your steed is ready!" He froze when he saw Theia. He inclined his head quickly. "My lady! I didn't expect—"
"Quiet," she commanded. "Well, Lucas?"
Luke kept his eyes on me. "I told you last summer, Percy. You can't bait me into a fight."
"And you keep avoiding one," (Y/N) taunted. "Scared your warriors will see you get your butt whupped?"
Luke glanced at his men, and he saw that we'd trapped him. If he backed down now, he would look weak. If he fought me, he'd lose more valuable time chasing after Clarisse. For my part, the best I could hope for was to distract him, giving my friends a chance to escape. If anybody could think of a plan to get them out of there, Annabeth could. On the downside, I knew how good Luke was at sword-fighting. Plus, Theia was here. Could she use her powers to kill us instantly?
I must've glanced at her unsure, because she seemed to understand. "Fear not, Percy Jackson. I am merely projecting myself from Tartarus. I cannot interfere physically."
Tartarus? Why was she in Tartarus?
"I'll kill you quickly," Luke decided, and raised his weapon. Backbiter was a foot longer than my own sword. Its blade glinted with an evil gray-and-gold light where the human steel had been melded with Celestial bronze. I could almost feel the blade fighting against itself, like two opposing magnets bound together. I didn't know how the blade had been made, but I sensed a tragedy. Someone had died in the process. Luke whistled to one of his men, who threw him a round leather-and-bronze shield.
He grinned at me wickedly.
"Luke," Annabeth said, "at least give him a shield."
"Sorry, Annabeth," he said. "You bring your own equipment to this party."
The shield was a problem. Fighting two-handed with just a sword gives you more power, but fighting one-handed with a shield gives you better defense and versatility. There are more moves, more options, more ways to kill. I thought back to Chiron, who'd told me to stay at camp no matter what, and learn to fight. Now I was going to pay for not listening to him.
Luke lunged and almost killed me on the first try. His sword went under my arm, slashing through my shirt and grazing my ribs.
I jumped back, then counterattacked with Riptide, but Luke slammed my blade away with his shield.
"My, Percy," Luke chided. "You're out of practice."
I glanced quickly at (Y/N), who looked ready to start fighting himself. He's had way more training than I had in sword-fighting and could kick most of the campers' butts at it. Though he never could beat Luke.
"Percy!" he yelled. "Remember that without a shield, you're much faster!"
Maybe he was, but I sure wasn't. Then Theia flickered and appeared directly behind (Y/N), Annabeth, Grover, and Tyson. They all flinched.
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Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) has been at Camp Half-Blood all of his life and yet he still has no idea who his godly parent is. However, when a boy appears at camp, (Y/N)'s world is turned upside down. The boy is special and is part of a big prophecy involving the fa...
