take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, i don't belong
𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 a mortal girl is thrown
into the godly world and forced to
save everyone before its too late.
[ percy jackson x oc ]
[ percy jackson & the olympians ]
[ the ligh...
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"One on one," Percy challenged Luke. He stood up, pointing his sword at his opponent, and making sure that Marlowe was out of the way. He didn't want her to get hurt. "What are you afraid of?"
Luke curled his lip. The soldiers who were about to kill them hesitated, waiting for his order. Before he could say anything, Agrius, the bear-man, burst onto the deck leading a flying horse. It was the first pure-black pegasus Percy had ever seen, with wings like a giant raven. The pegasus mare bucked and whinnied. Marlowe's eyes widened in awe, almost as if she were opening a present on Christmas.
"Sir!" Agrius called, dodging a pegasus hoof. "Your steed is ready!"
Luke kept his eyes on Percy.
"I told you last summer, Percy," he said. "You can't bait me into a fight."
"And you keep avoiding one," Percy noticed. "Scared your warriors will see you get whipped?"
"I'll kill you quickly," he decided, and raised his weapon. Backbiter was a foot longer than Percy's own sword. Its blade glinted with an evil gray-and-gold light where the human steel had been melded with celestial bronze. Percy could almost feel the blade fighting against itself, like two opposing magnets bound together. He didn't know how the blade had been made, but he 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 Percy wickedly.
"Luke," Annabeth said, "at least give him a shield."
"Sorry, Annabeth," he said. "You bring your own equipment to this party."
Marlowe looked around. "See, I didn't know we were having a party," she muttered.
Luke lunged and almost killed Percy on the first try. His sword went under the boy's arm, slashing through his shirt and grazing his ribs.
Percy jumped back, then counterattacked with Riptide, but Luke slammed his blade away with his shield.
"My, Percy," Luke chided. "You're out of practice."
He came at the boy again with a swipe to the head. Percy parried, returned with a thrust. He sidestepped easily.
Marlowe reached down towards her bracelet, but Annabeth hissed her name. With a simple shake of her head, Marlowe knew that she couldn't intervene. This fight was too important to the plot to change anything.
When Luke lunged again, Percy jumped backward into the swimming pool and felt a surge of strength. He spun underwater, creating a funnel cloud, and blasted out of the deep end, straight at Luke's face.
The force of the water knocked him down, spluttering and blinded. But before Percy could strike, he rolled aside and was on his feet again.
Percy attacked and sliced off the edge of his shield, but that didn't even faze him. He dropped to a crouch and jabbed at the boy's legs. Suddenly Percy's thigh was on fire, with a pain so intense he collapsed.
