A/N I know the picture is Harry Potter, I like it so deal with it. Thanks!

Luxa's POV

The boy... Percy, he intrigues me. He seems like a warrior, not like when Gregor first came. Huh. I'll test him in training then.

"Gregor! You done warming up? Then you can demonstrate the blood balls. Fifteen today." I told him, then set the blood balls up. He really should be fighting Ripred, but I wanted to show Percy first before making him do the blood balls.

I watched him hit all the balls, and then studied Percy's face. He didn't seem impressed, just bored. Huh. Interesting.

"Percy! You want to try?" He nodded, so I reloaded the blood balls. I watched in amazement as he hit all of them, and unlike Gregor, Percy seemed to be bored, not really focused, he wasn't even giving his best! Gregor must have noticed, since he walked over and just stared.

Percy's POV

Luxa was looking at me like that was supposed to be hard. Was it? Didn't seem like it. Gregor was coming over. Oh, great. then he surprised me.

"Percy! Spar?" It seemed like a okay request to me, but Luxa was looking at me in pity. Did I miss something?

We circled, then Gregor... I don't know how to explain it. His eyes changed, and he suddenly had an aura of power. He stabbed first, and then we moved too fast for me even to recap. By then I was relying on instinct. All I remember is me ending up pointing my sword to his throat after disarming him, and he returned to normal.

"How did you do that? That is impossible!" Luxa stormed over and reminding me a little too much of a certain goddess of snow.

"Umm, I fought, like a normal person?" I answered, and immediately realized that Gregor going supernova wasn't something supposed to be fought. You're supposed to surrender to that type of power. Oops.

"Ripred! I know I told you to behave, but please get over here. I want you to fight Percy." Gregor shouted across the arena, like people weren't watching me already. Joy.

"What, he beat you, kid? About time another human could beat you!" The rat said. As soon as he saw Riptide, though, he freaked out.

"Not with that sword! Not that metal!" I picked up a different sword that balanced almost as well, and we fought. Again I won.

"You, kid, are good. You sure you aren't a rager? You didn't rage though." The rat said. As we headed back, oh, I sweated so much. I don't even sweat this much with Annabeth! Stupid ADHD. As I was saying, what is a rager?