Rage of Hephaestus (Percy Jackson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

Everyone had gathered in the arena for sword practise. The demigods were split into their cabins and arranged themselves into an arch. I stood on my own. I better get used to this. Chiron stood in the middle of the arch and stomped his polished grey hoof on the ground.

"I'm sure you know what you are doing er, except for our new comer." Chiron started, clearly tired from today's events. " I would like to introduce Damean Mathews." He sighed with boredom. He pointed towards a kid that was hiding behind the hermes cabin. He looked around 13 years old. He had ginger hair that stopped below his ears. His acne spread across his face like he rubbed it on. I looked back at Chiron but he was gone.

Clarisse stormed up to Damean,
"Hi do you want me to hold your hand?" She said to damean was a frown on her face. Two seconds later she burst out laughing.

"Did your mummy or daddy not want you so you came here?"

What happen next I didn't expect. Oli O'Connor a daughter of Ares stepped in front of Clarisse.

"All because your mummy left you doesn't mean his did." She said bravely.

"You dare..."

Clarisse clenched her hand into a fist and swung it towards Oli's face. She was too fast for Clarisse. Oli ducked and stuck her leg out tripping Clarisse up. After that she just walked away.

That was her mistake.

Clarisse grabbed a spear from the ground and lunged in to hit Oli on the back of the head. For me time slowed down, again. No one seemed to be stepping in so I flicked my wrist and Vrachióli cut the spear into two.

"Why you idiot!" Clarisse shouted when time got to the right pace. She lifted her boot to kick me in the nethers. I just took a step back and she kicked herself in the face, a mark of the boot between her eyebrows. Fortunately for me, one, I wasn't kicked in the balls and two, a satyr stood right next to me handing out sandwiches. I grabbed one and separated the two pieces of bread. I walked over to Clarisse and crouched over her. I placed each piece of bread on either side of her head and asked,

"What are you?" With a smug smile on my face.

"An idiot sandwich." She spat while gritting her teeth.