Not much of a hero...

Chapter 18 (Clarisse's POV)

That stupid punk.

That's all I have to say on the matter. Wait, Did I mention stupid punk? Maybe.

Punk decided to release the date of the fight. In two days. How freaking days. That's only two days of training!

One thing was obvious: I was gonna lose, and Punk would come up with a way to punish me. And it wouldn't be a very nice one at that.

And it's all because of Will. If he hadn't fallen in love with the Shadow dude, then we wouldn't have been caught, as he wouldn't be spying for them. But... Life's not fair. That much is obvious when you're a demigod.

So, I was in the fighting arena. Practicing and training. Punk had already told me that the Blessing of Ares wouldn't work anymore, because of the... predicament that the gods were in.

Slash, hack, dodge, roll and repeat. My body was on autopilot. When I was like this, it was like when Annabeth was in that mood. Wait...

Y'know what I just realised?

If I hadn't blamed Punk for not protecting Thomas in the first place, then he wouldn't have as many bad feelings for the camp. So he might not have turned evil.

I say down on a bench, and put my head in my hands.

Holy Hera.... What have I done?

Time skip to the fight between Percy and Clarisse.

(Still in Clarisse's POV)

I walked into the arena calmly,  and picked up my third electric spear, Maimer 2.0. It was, of course, electric, and I could occasionally, summon a small burst of power, that would shoot in the direction that the tip of the spear was facing. This would knock the victim unconscious. So, all I had to do was hit him with the power, and me and Chris Rodriguez could go away from this place.

Cool, right!

I shook myself out of my thoughts, then turned to Prissy.

"Shields or no shields?"

He seemed to consider my question.

"Shields. But no armour."

I nodded, fastened a war shield to my arm, and held the spear in my right hand.

Chiron came onto the grounds of the arena.

"3... 2... 1... GO!"

I charged him. When I got close, I stabbed at his face, and when his shield went up to block, I swept it downwards, and he caught the strike on the edge of his sword. A second later, a jolt of electricity caught in his sword, and all through his sword arm. His grip loosened for a moment, and in that moment, I struck.

I disarmed him with the first move he ever learned in camp. He really should've seen that coming.

I smirked... Just in time to see a shield fly at my face, striking me in the forehead.

I saw him standing there, without his shield, before I blacked out.

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How was it? Sorry, the update wasn't up by the time I wanted it on, but I've had writers block a lot recently. My fellow writers will know what that's like.

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