Against All Odds (PJO/Avengers)

A God Decides To Destroy My Gun-Frenzy

HELLO.

I LIVE.

I HAVEN'T DIED.

YOU MIGHT'VE THOUGHT THAT I DID, SEEING AS I HAVEN'T UPDATED AN ACTUAL CHAPTER IN A LONG TIME.

I have no idea if where this chapter's gonna go, by the way. Very reassuring of me.

READ ON, MY LITTLE MIDGETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Hazel POV

It was just past Martin Luther King Jr. Day, but here in Camp Jupiter, it doesn't snow. At all. Unless some god is angry with us.

I was almost late to deathball, again. I make a wonderful Centurion, as you see. But this time I did have all my equipment, so yay for me!

I stood with the Fifth Cohort and my fellow Centurion, Dmitri Farn. Reyna had just started stating the rules, so I wasn't technically late.

Okay, maybe I was a little. But only by a few seconds.

"You know the rules!" Reyna said, sitting atop her pegasus, Guido. "No aiming at the face, no taking off armor unless reloading at the supply stock, no intentionally hurting someone. No meleeing with your deathball gun, no maiming. If you are shot and you somehow are still conscious, you have to walk to the 'dead area', and you may not take your gun. Taking from the stock supply is legal. Fourth and Fifth Cohorts are one team, First, Second, and Third are another. "

(A/N I know nothing about paintball, so I'm sorry if I'm incorrect on somethings. Deathball is like paintball except with things like acid and fire balls. Frank mentions it in SoN, which is why I'm using it.)

We all let out a cheer and spread out, in trees, tunnels, and behind other places. On the ground, Frank yelled, "Three, two, one!" Trumpets blew, signifying that the game had started, and the sounds of deathball guns firing and people yelling rang into the air, muffled by the roof of the tunnel I was in. I had already come up with a strategy, and it involved this tunnel. I knew where the stock supply was. Everyone did, but they didn't know how to get to it. The stock supply was full of the best paintball guns and the best weapons and armor. If you got one, it was pretty much impossible for you to 'die'.

I made a way through the ground using the powers I inherited from my father, and made a way through the ground to where the supply stock was, or right next to it. I made an opening through the ground and hoisted myself to the top, right next to the supply stock.

"Well, well," I murmured, taking in the quality and quantity of the supplies in front of me. I dropped my gun and took off my armor, putting on the best armor, and taking the best gun possible along with a shield. This gun fit all around your waist with guns all around, it was light, and it fired the biggest, baddest shots ever. The acid could knock people out, and the fire, well, with shots the size of this, anyone would be running for their life. All you had to do to fire was use a lever on the detonator to set it to acid or fire and hit the button to fire. The detonator was connected to the guns by wire, so if you hit the button, the triggers would pull. The armor literally made everything bounce off and backfire at the person who shot it at you. The helmet had something like a rear view mirror so you could see behind you. All you needed to do was stroll through the field, firing, and you could win with this set.

Turns out someone had to get this set, since the Fifth and Fourth were losing quite badly. So basically, hurrah to Hazel for winning the game!

"Well done, Fifth and Fourth," Reyna announced, landing on the ground. Frank was behind her, giving a thumbs up sign with an astonished face. I blushed, not only because of Frank, but also because of all the still conscious people of the Fourth and Fifth congratulating me.