Questions/Answers:

Q: "What the heck does the v2.0 stand for?"

A: Version 2.0, duh.

Q: Isn't there already a "Brace Yourself" PJO fanfiction?

A: Yea, that's why there's a "v2.0"

Q: You know there's an edit button for your chapters, right?

A: Of course I do. But the edits are going to be so friggin epic and numerous it's too big of a difference. That's why its v2.0.

Q: Is this really necessary?

A: Heck yea it is. I've realized not everything I write is golden, and changes need to be made.

Q: When does this story take place?

A: The summer of TC. Anything that happens after TC isn't going to happen in my canon. I guess you can consider it AU.

Q: So when your update pace?

A: Mostly wherever I feel like it. But sense I'm taking a break from my novel, it should be at an increased pace. (That's if I get over my laziness)

Q: Where can I read your "Novel?"

A: PM me and I'll send you it myself.

Q: This fic SUCKS!

A: That's not really a question, but it's exactly the reason I'm editing it in the first place.

So yeah, Enjoy.

Brace yourself v2.0: An Angry, (Let's admit it) badass Grover.

His fist collided with gusto. Wait a second…what just happened? I tried to dig though my now foggy memories as the force of the blow sent me sprawling to the ground. I…I had been walking with Grover to my cabin, when suddenly friendly, cheerful eyes turned hard and unforgiving. With surprising strength, he had lifted me off the ground, clutching my shirt collar. I asked him what his problem was. That's when I earned a punch to the face. I felt like I had just taken a bunch of pills…was I in some state of shock?

I didn't get to finish my thought process, though. Grover ran; galloped; or whatever you want to call it towards me. He got in a stance not unlike that of a soccer player getting ready to kick the crap out of a ball. Wait a second…if there isn't a ball around here…than that means…! Grover lashed out his foot, hooves crashing on my head. That's one thing you don't want to experience in your lifetime. The extreme pain knocked me out of my grogginess. What an asshole! Was he trying to kill me?! He got in that wicked soccer stance again, but I wasn't going to give him the chance.

Lately, Dad has sent me messages in my dreams. We talk every other night, in his kingdom. He wants to teach me new skills, despite the fact gods aren't supposed to help their children. He told me he's sorry for not being here for me, and that I was his favorite son. I was set to leave for training tomorrow. But it looks like now I would have to use a technique early.

I willed all the water numerous water molecules in the camps rich soil to form a claw that shot out of the ground. The claw gripped Grover's ankle, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. I flipped upwards of the ground, like they do in Kung-Fu movies. Grover scrambled around, trying to pick himself up, but I uncapped Riptide and put the edge towards his throat.

"Grover, before I kick your ass, give me a solid reason. I don't wana hurt you, man."

I withdrew my sword, capped it, and held out my hand. Grover's eyes turned back into their normal state, and I could tell he had snapped out of that weird rage mode or whatever it was. He gripped my hand and I helped him off the ground. Then his eyes flashed into their angry state and shot his right hoove up like a rocket. The destination? My groin. I yelled in agony as started to crumple to the ground, holding my crotch. That bastard…He tricked me! Grover sent his fist flying to my face, but with the small amount of strength I had in my legs I rolled out off the way. He charged once again, getting into combination punches that were so fast I had to rely on my half-blood instincts to doge. Then he swung a wide hook…I ducked low and was about to follow through with an uppercut, but then an image flashed through my mind.

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"Leave me here," Grover said. "Use the pearl on your mom."

"No!"

"I'm a satyr," Grover said. "We don't have souls like humans do. He can torture me until I die, but he won't get me forever. Ill just be reincarnated as a flower or something. It's the best way."

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I couldn't do it. I couldn't hit him. He's my…best friend. Grover sent his knee crashing into my face, but I didn't regret on the opportunity I let pass by. Blackness overwhelmed me as the beating raged on.