Claudia

Two perfectly synched machines facing each other in battle. Guess who? Annabeth and Percy vs. Claudia and Amber. They had returned for the summer, and had agreed to a fight to the "death".

And they were playing to win. Not like Amber and Claudia was going to hand them their victory easily, anyway. Amber was a granddaughter of Nike, and is very competitive. Not only that, both of them were daughters of Hecate, and had a few tricks up their sleeves.

Amber was wielding double silver and celestial bronze daggers, and had two swords strapped to her back. The gods sourly admitted she was the best dimachaereus they had ever seen, even though her daggers was preferred.

Claudia was wielding a weapon (or two) of her own. She was using a longsword and a Spatha. She could get people close by and far away. The two of them had always been using many different styles mixed together: Greek, Roman, Samurai... Stuff like that. They had been training for twelve tears to be able to defeat almost everyone in camp except two- those they fought now.

Amber, as the agile dancer and gymnast she was danced around Annabeth like a whirlwind slashing, blocking, using the ocational Magic trick. and ducking. The two was a blur of blonde hair and orange.

Claudia had it just as bad. Percy had a lighter load, but he wasn't the fastest in camp. He was just a great fighter, relying on Annabeth for most information on what he was going up against, and you could not simply read information on her. There was no simple way to defeat her.

Percy slashed at her, and kicked for her feet, trying to tackle her. Years of fighting and a good deal of soccer had her prepared for a tackle. She jumped over his foot and swung her sword in a perfect arch around her torso, as he was much taller than her.

He got hold of her longsword and wrenched it out of her hand. But as everyone knew, you ain't going nowhere if you dont have a backup. She pulled up her second spatha. Now she could move faster, and generally more flexible with the two smaller swords. Of course- you didn't get the mele damage of the longsword, but she got more jabs and slashes in.

She didn't have the graceful and ridiculous reflexes and moves of her sister, she had slightly more strength. They backed away from eachother for a few seconds to catch their breath.

She twirled the spatha between her fingers, a habit she had earned from her hours of drawing and twirling the pen.

Claudia knew it was hopeless to get Anaklusmos out of his grasp and keep it that way if he could drag out the time until the sword reformed in his Pocket and have the opportunity to take her Down.

She had to wait until she was sure she could take him down.

Jab, duck, roll and repeat. Her senses were working overtime trying to find his weak spot and fighting. His legs, my inner guidance counselor helpfully advised me. Well thank you, she told herself. Great now she's talking to herself.

She did a distraction roundhouse kick and slashed for his legs. He came crashing down. She managed to fling herself away, and did a little fancy scmancy flip thingy to get up again.

As quick as lightning she had one sword at his throat, and had kicked Riptide away from him.

"Dead," Claudia grinned victoriously. She had defeated the Perseus Jackson. One of the greatest swordsmen to ever grace the world with his clumsy, unlucky and sassy (no one outsasses moi and mah sissy) presence.

(A/N My fist battle scene! Whoo! Tell me what you think ?)

"Gods, fuck!" Claudia turned to see Annabeth and Amber still going at it, but in a much slower pace. One of Amber's daggers laid on the ground, her arm dripping with blood form a long gash on her forearm.

"Oh, shit," Claudia whispered to herself. Amber was not very nice when she was wounded. She actually went full Hulk.

She was kicking with her good foot, jabbing and slashing with the occasional punch, again With her good arm.

Her winning blow was when she expertly twisted her dagger, effectively disarming her, and putting a dagger at her throat.

"Dead," the words were so silent Claudia barely caught them. Amber released her hold on Annabeth, and limped over to me. Claudia noticed that her sister had a seemingly deep gash on her thigh. "What, you're not going to help your gods dam (A/N hehe) sister?" She managed a strained smile. She scavenged her bag for her bottle of nectar.

She gulped down a sip, and looked instantly better. She continued her bag search, and found her bandages, anti-septic and a few safety pins.

The bandages wrapped tightly on her leg and arm, already seeing a few droplets of blood pipe through the bandages.

"I'll get Will to look on it later or something," Amber rose (A/N Haha! #puns4life) from her position on the benches around the arena.

First now Claudia noticed the sun setting. Sing-alongs... She hated them. The sickness of S'mores. The out of sync songs. She felt the chills down her spine.

"Why," she whined to nobody in particular. "Why, why why!" Amber laughed at her. "A singalong has never hurt anyone, Winky," she hit the weak spot, my nickname Winky. She had called me that ever since we got blessed by Poseidon.

We had Percy Jackson level water powers, and could change into any animal we wanted for our services for the sea. The second we hit dry land, Claudia had transformed into a wolf, and scared the border patrol shitless, and she had winked at Amber by accident.

Anyway, she was dragging me by the wrist to the amphitheater, where she shoved me down on a bench.

The smell on burnt S'mores was already polluting the air, and the flames were tall and bright orange.

She sighed... She'd deal with her sister later.

_This line break likes blue cookies_

Claudia was brushing her teeth in peace, assessing her face in the mirror. She rubbed away some grime from their game of extreme tag after the campfire, when the biggest bitch in the whole Hecate cabin came in, trying to occupy all three sinks at the same time while removing her makeup and adding creams.

As the very adult person she is, she stuck her tongue out, all to disrespect Nataliana Olivera.

The sad part was that her father was a kindhearted man. She had met him while she was leaving camp for the school year. He was a polite man, who looked disapprovingly at how his daughter treated the campers.

"Bye, hope I never see you again," Claudia had waved her goodbye with a cheerful smile plastered at her lips. Good times.

Well, anyway- right now she was glaring with about the force of a marshmallow.

"Real scary." She sarcastically told her as she cleaned up the spit from the sink she was using. "You did learn it from a puppy, right?"

Amber raised an eyebrow as she came with the same elegant walking style as her own. Her Marvel Comics pajamas didn't suit her not so nerdy looks; startling, large turquoise eyes, buttercream blonde, soft ringlets framing her face, and a slim, athletic dancers' body.

The two had similar body types, only Claudia had a slightly burlier build from all the years of fighting with heavy weaponry. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, and had frizzier, dark brown curls.

But seeing Amber doing pretty much anything she felt was boring was a sight to be seen. She was doing perfect pirouettes on the black marble floor, with only socks on. She would occationally do a few still-standing split hops, and what she called "basic stretches" (Which in reality is nothing a normal human body can do).

They were both gifted with functioning brains and flawless Latin, Ancient Greek, Mandarin, English and French with a small vocabulary of Norwegian, Icelandic, Danish and Swedish.

Claudia was well gifted with arts and crafts. She was a great artist and sculptor. She also loved writing, and pranking with her sister.

Nataliana of course had nothing but a perfect record of not participating and wearing makeup all summer.

"Ce soir à trois," Amber informed her i French when Claudia started to move out of the bathroom.

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