Nico focused. Percy focused. Both intensifying on their enemy.
"You'll never win against me, Perseus Jackson the Great." Percy said, his eyes never leaving Nico's.
Nico scoffed. " You save Olympus one time and people look at you like you're a god".
The hero smirked. "Well, they did offer it."
Nico, about to retort, felt a new stinging sensation. "Crud" Percy smirked seeing what he meant.
You could see the pain and struggle in Nico's eyes. "One " Percy said, counting the seconds before victory. Nico bit his lip.
"Two" He balled up his fist.
"Three" Blink
"Damn it!" Nico grumbled. Percy couldn't contain himself anymore. He burst out laughing.
"I win!" he said in between laughs. " Yeah, yeah, whatever, but I'll beat you tomorrow " Nico said
"That's what you said yesterday… and the day before that… and the day before that!" Percy exclaimed. "That's it" Nico muttered under his breath.
That afternoon, no one even noticed a certain son of Posiedon being chased through the forest by an army of dead soldiers.