Disclaimer: The world of Percy Jackson and the Olympians and the characters, and some of the dialogue belong to Rick Riordan.
Percy yawned. He was tired and bored and wanted to go to bed. Unfortunately, he couldn't. Not while he was trying to battle with the new campers anyway.
He glanced back at the camper he was battling. She was rather attractive, though Annabeth would kill him if she knew that he had thought that. This new camper had blonde hair that reached the small of her back, almost exactly where his Achilles' heel was, and had delicate features. Definitely an Aphrodite kid, he mused. He tried to suppress another yawn as she tried to stab him again, but he dodged away and she missed him by a good few inches. Frustrated, she threw her sword on the ground and stormed off, tears in her eyes.
He sighed. It was going to be a very long day.
'Next,' he called to the waiting line. There were only two people left, both of which had took a step back when he looked at them. Rolling his eyes, he walked over and put his hand on the shoulder of the first girl and pushing her lightly to the sword-fighting area. She blinked and whimpered, but did not resist. The other camper, a dark-haired boy, looked like he wanted to run off.
Once he raised his sword, both of them did.
Well, at least that day's training was over. He was definitely not looking forward to the next one.