The Son Of Asclepius, Doctor of Divinity

Sparring

"Again!" barked (Y/N) as he stalked the battered body of Jason.                                                                      

"5 minute rest?" panted the son of Zeus, his back against the wall. 

They were in one of the many training rooms in Camp Jupiter for Jason's private lessons, and they weren't going well for the boy. As a god, (Y/N) could see the demi-gods moves before they happened, read his thoughts before he had a plan and block anything he threw at him. A little unfair, but he needed the boy in his best condition. 

"C'mon now, no time for rest! You, me and Reyna are going to that civil war museum tomorrow to retrieve those imperial gold torpedoes, straight into the heart of a titan encampment. What if one of the titans shows up, how will you bear against them?" 

"Ugh," mumbled Jason, slowly rising. 

Rolling his eyes, (Y/N) stretched out his hand towards the boy and shot golden tendrils towards him. They connected with the boy's body, revitalising him and healing his bruises/cuts. 

"No excuses now golden boy, let's dance!" 

Throwing himself like a missile at Jason, he almost landed a hit on his chest with his fist before the golden boy jumped out of the way. Flipping his coin, it transformed into his spear, double edged and blindingly light. Taking the initiative once more, (Y/N) began a slow walk towards Jason, waiting for him to make a move. As god of demigods, he could look into the son of Zeus' mind and see exactly what he was thinking. Creepy, but he had vowed never to abuse his power. 

A left swing, parry, block, jab to the stomach and kick to the chest was the formation of attack in Jason's mind. When the distance was closed, the exact play of movement went ahead, (Y/N) playing into it until the kick to his chest. He grabbed Jason's foot by the ankle and swung him around by it before throwing him across the room, the soft mattress flooring ensuring he would be fine.

"Are you even trying?" teased the son of Asclepius, beginning a slow stalk once more towards Jason.                                                                                                                                                                                          

"Not all of us are gods of endurance," wheezed Jason. 

"You're right, but the blood of Zeus flows through you. You need to learn how to harness that raw power and refine it. How about we go outside?" 

He offered a hand to Jason, who willingly accepted. It was night outside and the party that took place only a few days ago was long gone. It was crisp cold, (Y/N)s hot breath visible in the air despite the usual summer warmth. He had no idea what time it was, but the lack of Helios meant it must have been sometime around midnight. 

"Come," said (Y/N), walking off into the night. It only took a few minutes for them to arrive at the arena, and (Y/N) took a great leap to the opposite half of the dusty battleground. He beckoned for the son of Zeus to approach.

"I wanna see everything you've got! Pluto, go for the kill!" called (Y/N), grinning like a mad man. He hadn't had a proper fight since... since he battled Zoe.

"You asked for it!" shouted back Jason, his voice intensified like thunder. Storm clouds crackling with energy above. Hopefully their fight wouldn't disturb anyone's sleep.

"May the best fighter win!" cackled (Y/N).

In an instant, Jason spiralled towards him with Ivlivus. Electricity pulsed and flashed off of his body. The attack almost caught him by surprise, but luckily he side stepped just in time. Unluckily though, the tip of Ivlivus scratched his cheek. A drop of ichor leaked from the small cut. He brought his hand to his face as he turned to face the boy who flew past him. It healed instantly, but his finger was stained gold.