Yeah, I'm back...after...like, a few weeks maybe? lol. Probably more than that. XD But still. It's kinda hard to upload when you're bombarded with projects and stuffs. ;c.
"FOR ROME!" It started like any other Camp Half Blood. Driving a sword into the throat of some sea monster at camp. Full battle armor and my own squad of armored soldiers. They all had square shields, like me. The sea monster started spewing toxic juices everywhere. I had my arms around the throat of it, which was kind of hard seeing as the thing was huge. I climbed to the top of his head, pulling my sword from its throat. I smiled. This would be fun.
I jumped down his throat, my sword trailing behind me. Of course my sword cut through the things neck. It must have been a soft one because my sword cut through it. It wasn't really my sword I just borrowed it from the Greeks who occupied this dumb camp. I landed on the ground as more toxic stuff sprayed out. I ran under one of the shields of my squad. I was safe from the toxic rain. I smiled as I heard the pelting stop. When I looked up from the shield the monster wasn't dead but it was worn out and tired. I knew what I had to do.
I ran and one of my squad threw a bow and arrow at it. One arrow is all I needed. I closed one of my eyes, aiming slowly. I smiled as I let the arrow loose. Swish. It hit it in the eye and the thing fell down towards the beach. It made a loud thud as it turned into dust, its essence returning to Tartarus. The dust matched in with the sand and I grinned, taking off my helmet. A war chariot rolled up and stopped before us. A man in battle armor held up a scroll.
"Romans: 16! Greeks: 12! Hunters: 36!" He said and blew a trumpet. He rolled off and continued blowing that trumpet.
The Romans began screaming and hollering in joy. But there joy was not long lasting. At that moment a crowd of warriors and girls and silvery clothes flooded the beach. They started screaming at each other that the numbers were wrong and that they were in the lead. The silver clothed girls were arguing about who knows what. They were winning. This wasn't going to end well. This thought came true when a blonde kid and a black haired kid started fighting.
"We were winning, Jason!" The black haired guy said, pushing the blonde.
"You're wrong, Percy!" The other guy said pushed the other guy. It was Percy Jackson and Jason Grace fighting again. This wasn't gonna be good. I put my helmet back on, preparing to run when the fireworks started. And that's what was gonna happen. Lightning streaked across the sky and the sea churned as if it was angry. This was going to be the worst in-fight of the season.