Percy Jackson The Wolf Prince

~Chapter Four~

•Percy P.O.V•

I entered the training area, ready to beat my brother, and give him a warning to warn him that he should stop framing me
I glanced at him, seeing him with his two dual blades, trying to act cool with them.

After he heard that my sword was called. Riptide, he immediately got two short swords, and called them Earthquake and Tsunami, trying to act cool, and trying to outdo me.

I was about to put on of my armour, but he started shouting at me. "Ready to taste the dirt?"

The decision I made then, might not have been the best decision, but against him I knew it would be fine.

I stopped putting my armour on.

"No, but are you?" I shouted as a reply.

I walked towards him, and noticed the change of attitude as he saw that I wasn't wearing armour.

"Over confident much?" He taunted me.

"No, I know what I can or cannot do." I said shrugging it off. "For example, I can beat you with a stick, and that I can't lose against you."

That seemed to tick him off, as he slowly started walking towards me, and then the walking turned into running.

As he charged, I noticed that more and more people gathered around us, still giving us enough space to fight, but enough to make sure we couldn't run away.

He held. one of his swords low, and the other high above his head. Having no armour does means that you can get hurt more easily , but having no armour also gives you more mobility. And since he had been running towards me with all of the armour he was wearing, it was easy to say he was tired when he got close.

I easily moved out of his range, and quickly used the side of my blade to slap him in the chest. The metal clang sound could probably be heard from the other side of camp.

But even under all that amour, that must have hurt.Anger clouded his judgement and he started blindly swinging his sword around, trying to get a hit at me. I quickly moved behind him and moved down my hilt on his helmet and saw him fall to the ground unconscious.

It was quiet, and then Marlin's 'friends' came out of the crowd and pulled him away from me. I could see the look of worry in their eyes as they pulled him away, but it was worry about them, and what they'd have to deal with when he woke up, and not actual concern for him. 

I walked through the dissolving crowd , amused and satisfied with what had happened, but I had realized that I had completely forgotten to tell him to stop framing me. Once was enough. If he was smart, he would remember this and not mess with me.

Either way, I had quite liked the ending of the fight. 

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