The Library (Pernico)

Chapter 8

Percy's POV.

"Hyaaah!" I shout, slamming Riptide down against the sword Nico is using. He fights back hard, and I hit his shoulder with the hilt of my blade. The armor makes it so we can hit harder than with sticks.

"Just like old times!" I grin. He laughs, and we continue exchanging hits. We are a bit more careful than with the sticks, however. We are both in full armor, and he's just starting to get used to it. I spin my blade, then lunge, pointing the blade at his chest. he butts the blade with his own, spinning and cutting.

"Percy! You're hogging the newbie!" Jason says. Nico aims a blow at my arm, delivering it with force.

"Ow!" I yelp. The blade made a cut on my arm. Blood makes it's way down my arm, staining my sleeve.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He bites his lip as I examine the cut he made. I wince and bite back a yell when I peel back the sleeve.

"Sorry." He says again, and Annabeth laughs.

"Hey, just means you're a really good swordsman. Especially for someone who has supposedly never truly swordfought before." She chuckles, then puts a bandage over the cut. I wince as pain pulses over my arm, and I bite my lip harder.

"Again, sorry." Nico mutters. Jason starts to laugh. I look over at him. He throws something.

"Hey Nico!" He yells. Suddenly, a pitch black sword is flying towards his head. The one Chiron gave us.

"Ahh!" He shrieks, then ducks. It clatters to the floor.

"You were supposed to catch it!" Jason giggles.

"You were supposed to catch the giant fucking metal blade flying at my face." He growls back.

"Nico, language!" Hazel gasps, fanning her face like in the old movies. I laugh.

"Hazel doesn't appreciate your potty mouth." I grin. All three of them glare at me.

"Jason. You sword fight with Nico for a bit." I say, wincing once more as my arm pangs with a dull ache. Nico carefully picks up the sword. The pitch black metal sword looks so....normal next to Nico. He swings it around as if he was an expert. He looks so........I don't know, but it looks natural, so I roll with it. I sit on the table we have set up.

"Chiron wasn't kidding." Piper mutters. I look over at her.

"Seriously."

"This will be fun. Jason and his fun  sword of Imperial Impalement and Nico with his dark sword of doom!" Leo says, and everyone looks at him.

"What!" He shouts. I start to laugh.

"What!!" He shouts again. Now he is the only one not laughing.

"Dark sword of Doom?" Jason laughs.

"Imperial Impalement." Nico shakes his head. Jason is bent over, holding his stomach.

"What! His sword is Imperial Gold and yours is.....Some other type of metal." Leo grouches.

"Still. Imperial Impalement?" Hazel grins, tilting her head to the side. I give one last chuckle before the two teens face off. I quickly size up the situation. Jason is much taller and stronger than Nico. The blonde haired teens sword is shorter than Nico's, but he is more skilled. The shorter, less advantanged teen is circling around, holding the sword he was thrown like a pro. His dark hair is pushed to the side, to stay out of his face. His sword is at least 3 feet long, where Jason's is 2 feet long. Ivlivs is the name of his sword, and he has had it for at least 3 years. Nico's has no name and he's a had it 3 minutes.