All right here's the deal. I have had this idea roaming about in my head for the past few weeks and finally decided to get it out, this is my first crossover attempt and I'd like some criticism of my work, like what could I do better to make it better to read and if I made people too overpowered.

Anyways hope to see lots of reviews, so here it goes.

The world was once again greeted by a new day, heralded by the rising of the sun over the mountains, its rays lit up the land.

Great expanses of trees spanned the land, ending at the edges of Great Plains of grass, among these areas animals awoke from their slumber.

Birds san, deer grazed upon the land, bugs chirped and called to one another, and the horses ran through the land without a care.

Humans also began their daily lives and rituals, farmers led their herds to graze, children played, tavern keepers prepared the brew for the drinkers later in the day, woman gossiped and sewed, and blacksmiths toiled over their forges.

The dirt roads were muddy from the rain of the previous night and were empty, save for the ruts made from the wheels of wagons and carriages. Travelers were scarce and the ones that did walk the roads often had less than noble intentions. The bandits and thieves that traveled the road were not the main concern for they too had an enemy to fear.

The same reason the men and women of the land were watching their children like hawks, keeping eyes open and eyeing everyone with distrust, and suspicion. It was to keep an eye out for the monsters that preyed upon men.

The Yoma, as they were called by the humans, preyed upon the men and women of the land and fed upon their innards. They had an immense hatred and an immeasurable cruelty that the humans found themselves the targets of.

The Yoma had caused all that knew of their existence to be wary of anyone and everyone, seeing as the Yoma had an ability to take the form of other humans and infiltrating their ranks, thus not allowing them to unite to purge the Yoma from the world.

But in these dark times there was a light in the world, a shield and sword against these monsters that preyed upon humanity.

The Claymores, named after the large and heavy blade they wielded, hunted the Yoma, and exterminated them with extreme prejudice.

The Claymores were part of an Organization with no name simply being called the organization, and together with the Organizations resources and the Claymores skills they hunted the monsters, for a price.

The claymores though were not entirely human. They were hybrids of Yoma and human, at a young age the Claymores were surgically fused with a piece of Yoma tissue inside their bodies, which earned them the scorn and ire of the ones they protected, though the feeling was mutual.

The Claymores had, with the Yoma tissue, the ability to wield the same power as the Yoma, strengthening them and protecting them. Though as with most if not all power it came with a price.

If the Claymore used too much of the Yoma's power, called Yoki, they themselves would become the monsters they hunted. This little fact was kept from the public to keep what little trust was left in the Claymores intact.

This was also the reason as to why there were no male Claymores for over a hundred and twenty generations; the men fell to the power quicker than the women, so every Claymore was female.

The Claymores themselves had a set of rules that they abided by or they were killed, often by their very comrades.

They were not to harm normal humans, they were to kill all Yoma, and they were to kill their comrades if they were about to or already had awakened, the term used for when a Claymore turned into a Yoma.

The Claymores were each assigned a region to look over, 47 to be exact, and for every region was a Claymore in each generation.

Though the Claymores often teamed up when hunting an Awakened being, a Yoma with intellect, who was smarter, faster, and stronger than other Yoma, it was also at one point a human.

The Claymores were also not free of the sins that humanity could commit. They killed each other, lied, and betrayed one another for the more powerful positions of the Claymores.

Though changes were on the wind, carried over the land, the wind came with a warning to those who could tell it, unfortunately no one could understand it, a few individuals shivered and a feeling came over them telling them one thing.

Prepare for the coming storm, for you may not survive it.

On one of the many abandoned roads of the country side a traveler walked alone, nothing but his shadow to keep him company.

He wore a black cloak, like a cloth poncho with no sleeves, which reached to his knees. The ends of the cloak were shredded and dotted with tears and burn marks. The hood of the cloak was drawn up to cover his head and one could only make the lower portion of his face.

He wore a pair of black riding boots that reached his knees with spurs on the heels, a black pair of leather pants, and the rest of his attire was covered by the cloak he wore. He had a pack strapped to his back.

He made his way down the road, his once pristine black rising boots covered in mud. He marched forward none the less and eventually came to a stop at a decent sized villages gates, the wooden ramparts stood tall and at the top of the gate was a sole guardsman.

"Ho there, state your purpose!" The guard shouted and the traveler stopped and looked at him. "I mean no harm, I merely wish for supplies and a safe place to rest for the night." The man replied in a voice that suggested he was a teen.

The guard paused and then sighed. "Very well, try anything and we'll gut you like a pig, Open the gates!" The guard said to him before turning and shouting the last part to, what the traveler assumed to be, another guard.

The gates swung open and he walked towards the entrance and passed the gate before continuing on after giving a guard a nod of his head. He walked on the mud roads with little trouble as people stared at him and whispered among themselves. The village was styled like a German medieval village, with a dash of English architecture thrown in here and there. The architecture was similar enough as were the weapons the guards carried.

He ignored the staring populace and eventually found the inn of the village, entering it he came upon an empty room. A Tavern keeper sat near a podium on a stool. "What you want, stranger?" The man asked in a tone that suggested he had a great deal of impatience, and little toleration for things that would annoy him.

"I simply would like a room and a hot meal, for the night, if you could manage." He said and saw the Keeper look at him behind narrowed eyes shielded by glasses. "You got the money for something like that, boy, because I ain't no charity case." He said and the traveler tossed a small pouch that landed on the podium with a jingle of metal on metal.

The keeper raised his eye brows at the pouch before spilling the contents on the surface and his eyes widened at the money before him. "Where shall I be put at?" The traveler asked and the keeper looked up at him with wide eyes. "One…one moment I'll get right to it." He said and began to rummage around for his keys and he still couldn't believe the amount of money the traveler had thrown to him, it was enough to cover four days at least.

"Very well." The traveler said and followed after the keeper collected himself and showed the traveler to a nice room. It was a good sized room; a queen sized bed with blue covers, and fluffy pillows, a dresser, a full sized mirror, a chair was next to the mirror, a wolf skin rug, and a small study desk in the corner. "This is your room, lunch is at noon, and dinner shall be called in the evening." The keeper said in a polite tone that was a big difference compared to the rude, impatient one earlier, truly a person's greed could change them.

"Thank you is there a bath someplace." The traveler asked and the keeper nodded his head. "Aye, there's a bath down the hall at the very end. Feel free to use it whenever." The keeper said with that some polite tone. "Also, I am in need of supplies, any idea where to get some at?" He asked and the keeper nodded his head again. "Yes, indeed there is, across the street, the owners name is Wilhelm. He'll have anything you need, anything else?" The keeper stated.

"No that will be all, thank you for your time." The traveler said and the keeper nodded his head and exited the doorway, closing it on his way out. He didn't care about competition at the moment, that stranger had given him more than enough to cover his expenses. Besides this could prove to be an olive branch to the old shopkeeper across the street, an increase in profits, just another business transaction.

Back in the room he just left the traveler sighed and removed the pack from his shoulders. He set the pack down at the doors entrance and gently removed his boots, the black riding boots came off easily enough and he gently set the mud stained boots next to the pack. He sighed and started to remove his cloak, revealing his face to the room.

He was a fairly handsome man, more of a teenager along the age of seventeen, with black hair with a streak of white in it; he had sea green eyes that glanced around tiredly. He gently set the black cloak on the bed post and turned to look in the full body mirror. He wore a black leather jerkin over a dark grey colored shirt; he had several leather straps across his chest, attached to a sword sheath that carried a medieval styled sword.

The sword rested in its brown leather sheath, its handle was wrapped in black leather strips and the blade itself was about three feet long and came to a point at the end, the guard of the sword was chipped at places where an enemy's blade had met it. The teen removed the sheath and set it down on a chair in the room, before moving to his brown belt.

The belt was brown in color and held a hunting knife in one sheathe, a couple small pouches and pockets along with several pouches that jingled. The teen draped the belt over one of the chairs arms and fished through his pockets and eventually removed a pen and a watch. He stared at them for a moment before uncapping the pen and in a flash it was a three foot long bronze sword, he admired the weapon and read its name.

"It's good to see you in good cheer Riptide." He spoke to his sword, riptide, and set it next to the other blade, he took his watch and pressed a button and like the sword, in a flash it was a bronze shield with several depictions on it. He admired it and gazed at his reflection in its surface before setting it next to the chair, which by now looked like an armory. He reached down and removed two dirks that were strapped to his thighs.

Setting the two large daggers on the shield along with their sheathes he moved to remove a brown leather bracer on his right arm, it reached from his elbow to his fingers acting as a fingerless glove, he set the bracer on the arm of the chair along with his belt. He removed the jerkin from his chest and set it on the back of the chair. He stretched before walking to the bed and laid down on the blue covers, his hands were behind his head and his right leg was crossed over his left as he closed his eyes.

He had no idea how he had appeared in this land, one moment he was in camp the next he was free falling towards a body of water, but he knew from the start that this was not his home, there was no sign of technology his generations had, everything was still in the dark ages, and then there were the Yoma.

He had first encountered one after a week in this land and he was surprised. The Yoma were fast, strong, and difficult to kill. They didn't die when cut by celestial bronze like most monsters of his world but instead they bled purple and then regenerated the damage. He had also found they were susceptible to both godly weapons and normal steel and iron weaponry. He had found out the hard way about these monsters abilities, like the only way to really kill these things was to remove their heads from their bodies.

So far he had been here for about two years, he also noted how he never seemed to age past eighteen years of age, plenty of time to find out what the hell was going on, like why the mortals could see the Yoma, and they were supposed to be invisible but the mortals still saw them; it was like the mist didn't exist.

Then he also discovered something, these people spoke German and he had to learn how to speak it in order to do anything in this place, so he had set out and eventually found some people who he had managed to teach him, it was a long and grueling process due to his ADHD but he had persevered.

Then he had set out to find out just what the hell was going on, he tried calling his father or anyone for help but there was no answer but he still continued to call out to his family, and friends in hopes they would find him, but there was never any answer.

Though he was rather pleased to find out his gifts and skills were still intact if not more powerful than ever, he kept training due to the fact that the Yoma were something that could still give him some trouble at times. He had to work a lot of odd jobs in order to gain enough money for things like clothes, his old ones stood out like a sore thumb, weapons, Riptide still didn't work on mortals.

He had learned about the land he was in from various sources, books, gossip, travelers, and the occasional informant, he had set them up to keep a look out for anyone from his home if they came through unprepared this place would eat them up no problem. He only had a handful of informants but it was more than enough to keep a lookout in every region.

The Claymores interested him and he had yet to meet one of the Silver eyed witches that the people feared and scorned, he supported them for being able to fight the Yoma head on and come out on top usually.

The Yoma were not the only problem though, bandits, slavers, and others of their ilk roamed the land. He had to kill a few, it had made him throw up when he first had to kill a person here, and he then came to a realization. The bandits he killed were the scum of this world, rapist, thieves, murders, traitors of the highest offense. He quickly understood that he was doing a service to the world, and who was he to leave their valuables to their corpses, they didn't need them any longer.

So far he had survived and even thrived in this world, not many could fight the Yoma and he was happy to do it, it gave him strong opponents, and it allowed him to keep his skills up to par. That and it also helped him whenever he had saved someone and he was glad to have at least done a little bit of good.

Right now he was just roaming around and was in the middle of nowhere with no help in sight and was most likely surrounded by enemies of all sorts. He smiled to himself. "Well, Percy you've done it again." The now named Percy spoke to himself.

Percy Jackson, Hero of Olympus, bane of monsters, son of Poseidon and Sally Jackson, and a demigod was trapped in this world. Percy kept on smiling and opened his eyes to reveal his sea green eyes. "Well best to get cleaned up and stock up." He spoke to himself.

He got up and found a bucket of water and a cloth. He took his boots and began to clean them of the mud that was coated on them; soon the buckets once crystal clear water was a mud brown color. He dried the boots off with another cloth and set them near the door again. Then he set out for the bath, he set his clothes all folded up near the pool of water along with a dry towel and a spare set of clothes as he entered the bath.

He scrubbed away a weeks' worth of blood, dirt, grime, and mud. He enjoyed the feeling of the warm water and relaxed himself in the warm water. His body was littered with scars, both from his world and this one, his Achilles curse had vanished when he crossed the Tiber in New Rome and thus it the Yoma to harm him.

A scar ran across his chest from his left armpit down to his right hip. He had managed to stitch it up but it still left a rather bad scar. His back held a set of three claw marks where a Yoma managed to open his back up but not before he took its head off. His sides held several twisting scars that were stitched up but were rather ugly.

Percy eventually managed to get out of the bath and dried himself with his towel, no need to use his powers and get people suspicious, and donned his clothes. He put on a pair of black colored pants, a matching colored shirt and a dark grey colored vest. Lastly he donned his black boots that went up to his knees.

He exited the bath and reentered his room after traversing the hall. Entering he set the towels and his old clothes down, he put the dirty clothes in his pack and resolved to wash them later. He took his belt and fastened it to his waist, hunting knife and all, his dirks went to their spots on his thighs and he set his shield in watch form along with Riptide in pen form in his pocket.

He walked out down to the main area of the inn and ordered a meal and when it arrived he ate it without complaint, giving his thanks he walked out of the inn and entered the shop. Inside there were a plethora of items, behind the counter in the back was an older gentleman with grey hair, a pair of spectacles, and wore a grey tunic along with matching pants.

Percy walked to the counter and watched the man look up at him. "How can I help you Stanger?" He asked while reaching under the counter. Percy fished inside one of his vests pockets and withdrew a piece of paper, unfolding it he began to read off of it. "I need, some potatoes, carrots, at least a hundred feet in rope, a hatchet, and the location of the nearest blacksmith." He read off of the list and handed the paper to the man who took it before reading it and then glancing up at him.

"Passing traveler." Percy explained with a shrug. The man hesitated before nodding and gathering the items. The shopkeeper set the potatoes, and carrots inside a cloth bag, the rope was in a bundle the hatchet was set upon the rope. "The nearest blacksmith is down the road here, shouldn't be able to miss it." He said pointing down the road away from the gate, deeper into the town. Percy nodded his head and set the amount of money on the table which the shop keeper took up without hesitation.

Taking his bundle of goods Percy took them back to the inn and set it with his other belongings and headed out to find the black smith. He walked through the town and noticed the attention he was gathering and he ignored it, couldn't help those that would fight you all the way to prove them wrong.

He eventually found the place and found it to be in a water mill in the middle of town on the river that ran through the town. There was a sign that had an anvil and smoke billowing up from it on the outside of the shop. He entered the shop and found displays of swords, maces, axes, shields, daggers, bows, and everything in between.

It was a Child of Ares and child of Hephaestus's candy store. He focused on the person behind the counter in the back, a large burly man wearing a black leather apron, and a white shirt and a pair of brown leather pants. He had a short messy hair style with his black hair looking like he just got out of bed. Percy walked up to the counter of the man and he saw the man turn his brown eyes to him.

Percy stared at him without fear and eventually the stare down ended with the big smithy chuckling before backing up. "You know boy, not many have ever stared me down before, and I've never seen you here before, so that must mean you're a traveler. Now what in god's name could've brought you to our little mud hole in the middle of nowhere." The man asked and Percy smiled.

"Just passing through and stocking up." The Smith laughed again in a big booming voice. "Oh, isn't that everyone's reason. Now what can old Thomas do for you?" The smith asked crossing his arms across his chest. "I need a chain mail shirt, or a metal chest plate, elbow and knee guards, a whet stone, and a shield, maybe a spear if you've got any of good quality that won't snap like a twig."

The blacksmith eyed Percy wearily, before grinning at him. "Oh, and what's with the armor, planning on running into some trouble?" He asked and Percy let a small smile cross his face. "No, more like trouble finds me, better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it." The smith nodded his head and went into the back of his shop. "Give me a moment and I'll have the gear you asked for." He heard the smith call to him and nodded his head.

The smith came back moment later with quite a few items. The smith set the items down on the counter and Percy admired the work. Percy eventually found some items he was satisfied with, a shield that was close to what a crusader would have wielded during the crusades, it was black with a white cross painted against the black background of the shield, a black metal chest plate that could also covered his back, a pair of Knee and elbow guards that were the color of a storm cloud, a shirt of chainmail that had a collar to protect his neck, and a whet stone, but he couldn't find a spear or lance he found acceptable.

He left with his items and the smith had been very happy with the amount of money he had earned. With the items tucked under his arm Percy made his way back to the Tavern. He eventually made his way into his room and set the newly acquired items near the chair which held most of his equipment.

Outside the sun was setting and the torches glowed while the darkness seemed to rise up and devour the land. 'I didn't think I had been gone that long, time flies.' Percy thought to himself before taking his boots off and plopped down on the bed with a sigh after blowing the candle in his room out. He slowly started to drift into the realm of Morpheus and was settled into a deep sleep after several moments.

Xx Line Break xX

Percy awoke the next morning with the bird shining in his eyes and birds singing outside. "Damnit Apollo," Percy hissed as he rubbed his eyes, "Not so bright." Percy eventually stood up and noticed that he was in his room in the inn and nothing was out of place. He nodded to himself; everything was right where it should be.

Percy stood up and stretched, hearing the pops and cracks made him feel relieved, he looked around the room before donning his boots, and going downstairs he could hear several people moving about. The main room of the inn was inhabited by several people and he could smell food as well making him notice how hungry he was.

He had a breakfast consisting of a little chicken, a loaf of bread, a cup of water, and a tomato. When he was finished he returned to his room to get ready to leave. He put on the chainmail shirt on first with a chorus of clinks coming from the clamoring rings of iron, he wore the clothes from yesterday over it because they were relatively clean and he liked these colors, blue would always be his favorite but the grey color was cool and it was tactical.

Next he donned his elbow and knee guards, then once he was sure they were on and were held in place he donned his brown leather bracer on his right arm, he set the chest plate on his person and then took up his steel swords sheathe with the sword in it and fastened it to left hip on his belt.

He pocketed his watch shield and Riptide and set the new mortal shield he purchased yesterday on his back. He put his dirks on both his thighs; the hatchet he purchased yesterday was set in the back of his belt so he could use it if he ever needed it. The rope he purchased was set inside his pack along with the other items that had no combat value.

The second to last thing he donned was his black cloak, over that he strapped his pack on, moving around for a bit and adjusting everything till he was sure he could fight if needed, he drew up his cloaks hood and exited the room. He exited the inn while giving the keeper a nod before exiting the inn. The sun was up and people bustled about, he made his way to the gates without complaint and he found a guard at the gate.

"Ho there, where are you going?" The guard asked and Percy spoke up. "I'm leaving; I only intended to stay the night, would you kindly open up the gate?" He asked and the guard nodded before pushing the gate open. "Travel swiftly and may god be with you." The guard spoke as Percy nodded his head. "And with you." He replied before exiting the village and again entering the wilderness.

He smiled and started to march down the road. He traveled for hours and hours on end, all the while contemplating things that had happened. He had arrived in this world right after the war against Gaea had been won, only a few months later did he find himself falling towards this country. He and Annabeth were no longer together, it was a mutual agreement, they both had been in Tartarus and as long as they saw one another the memories would come back and haunt them.

So they agreed to be friends and only friends, it was still painful though and eventually he got over it. He hadn't been in touch with the others and so he hadn't known of their situations, he was off doing his own thing. He travelled and fought monsters, it was a way to keep the memories from coming back to haunt him, something to occupy his mind.

The Romans and Camp had agreed to a peace treaty and Piper acted as an ambassador of sorts of Camp half blood and Rome. The gods had been well enough after the war, no suicidal quests or the like and for that he was grateful. It was a good life and he had been somewhat happy, then out of nowhere one day a light appeared before him, he was in a forest walking and then the bright light blinded him and he woke up in a sea of nothingness only darkness, at first he thought he was dead for a second, then he was falling from so high that Zeus would've zapped him like a bug zapper zaps bugs.

Percy sighed as he walked down the road and eventually he came to an area where trees surrounded the edges of the mud road. He stopped and then lowered his head as he sighed in annoyance. "You can come out; I know you bandits are there." He said and after a few moments of nothing several people stepped out of the forest, all of them were armed and looked ready to fight, though they only wore leather armor and occasionally a piece of metal armor on their arms or legs.

"Well, looky here boys we got ourselves a trespasser." One of the bandits spoke and Percy assumed him to be the leader. "Trespassing? I didn't know you owned the road." Percy said and the Bandit smirked showing broken and crooked teeth. "Well we do own it see, and now you gotta pay the toll to travel down this road. Now hand over anything and everything of value or we bleed you like a pig."

Percy sighed as the other bandits chuckled and he slowly slid his pack of his back and set it on the ground. "Good boy, now your money, weapons, and whatever else catches our fancy." The bandit leader spoke and Percy didn't respond. He stayed where he was and no one could see what he was doing as his cloak fluttered in the wind and shielded his hands from view and his hood concealed his face.

The bandit leader waited a full two minutes before gritting his teeth and marching towards Percy. "Listen here boy! I said give us all you have!" The leader shouted and reached out to grasp Percy, at least he tried to before in a spray of blood his right hand, which had been reaching for him, was flying through the air.

The other bandits tensed and watched as the boy cleaved their leaders hand off. Then they watched as Percy followed up the removal of the now screaming man's hand with a slash across his neck sending blood flying through the air. The leader fell back grasping his throat with his one hand and he fell back as blood spewed through his fingers. Percy looked down at the man before looking at the others.

In his right hand was his steel sword, the blade was coated in blood and only Percy's lower face could be seen, only the small smile on his face. "Is that it?" He asked and the other bandits growled before charging him. Percy stood his ground as the bandits rushed him. He side stepped the first bandit and slashed up wards cutting the man from his gut to his throat.

He spun and removed another's head from their shoulders in a fountain of blood. One of the bandits was wielding a bow and Percy saw him take aim at him, acting quickly Percy spun a bandit around and used him as a human shield and with a thunk he could tell the arrow had struck the bandit in the chest.

He took his sword and drove it through the man's back and out through his chest piercing the bandit's heart. He pushed the bandit into another one and watched as they tumbled down. He dodged a spear thrust of a bandit before grasping the spears shaft and stabbing the owner with his sword and took the spear from the now dead bandit. He twirled the spear in his left hand before sending into the archer who was trying to get a clear shot.

The spear embedded itself in the man's chest and stuck him to a tree trunk. He spun and cut a bandit across the waist as said bandit hefted his war axe in an attempt to bring it down on his head. The bandit screamed and dropped his axe in front of him while gripping his waist in an attempt to hold his entrails inside, before the axe could hit the muddy ground Percy grabbed it with his left hand and cut off the axes owners head off with his own axe.

Turning Percy threw the war axe and watched as it hit a bandit in the head burying itself in the bandit's skull. He parried a blow from a sword wielding bandit and disarmed him just like Luke had taught him to all those years ago, the bandits blade clattered to the ground and Percy used the moment to impale the bandit on his sword.

He then drove the sword up and split the bandit from naval to skull in a bloody shower. The bandit who he had stopped by throwing his comrade at him attempted to slam his hammer into Percy but Percy just dodged it and then with a spin while holding his sword outwards at his wait level bisected the man.

The two halves fell to the ground in a shower of blood. Looking at how many were left he was surprised to see one bandit standing away from the slaughter and he was smirking. "Nicely done, now I can finally have a decent meal." The last bandit remaining said as his skin turned an ugly brown color, bright yellow cat like eyes replaced once brown human eyes, sharp teeth gave a wicked grin and his face became distorted.

"You are quite the ugly one aren't you?" Percy asked and watched the Yoma growl before laughing. "We'll see who's laughing when I began to feast on you entrails." The Yoma crowed and Percy let a small smirk again adorn his now blood splattered face. "You'll be eating those words of yours when you see my blade remove your head." Percy spoke and the Yoma growled before charging at monstrous speeds.

Percy dodged the clawed hands that reached out to claw at his chest and he ducked under the follow up before pushing forwards in order to run his blade through the monsters chest. The monster dodged and Percy followed up with a slash that the Yoma deflected with its claws and Percy responded by attempting to stab it in the shoulder. The Yoma leaped back before continuing to try and overwhelm the boy.

Percy's smirk had left his face when the combat initiated but then it suddenly came back. The Yoma was in a feeding frenzy of bloodlust and didn't notice until it was facing trees instead of the traveler, looking to its left it saw Percy there with a smirk back in place and sword descending for its head. "I told you so." Percy said smugly before the Yoma dropped to the ground in a spray of purple blood and its head rolled across the ground.

"Well, that was fun." Percy said before flicking his blade to remove the purple and red blood on it. Using the cloth of a bandit's shirt he cleaned the blade before sheathing it and the he proceeded to search the corpses for anything interesting. He had found a few herbs to use for medicinal purposes and a few pouches of money. The bodies, he left right where they dropped and he picked up his pack and moved down the road leaving a seen of blood and carnage behind him.

"Just like old times." He said to himself before lapping into silence once again. As it got later in the day he munched on an apple from a nearby tree. He had covered quite a few miles and he was rather pleased with his progress. He hadn't run into that much trouble along the way.

When it was nearing evening he finally found something interesting to occupy his time. He had come upon a clearing that had several dead Yoma scattered about and in the middle of the clearing of the dead creatures was a beautiful woman. She had pale blonde hair in a page boy style, she bore silver eyes and she seemed strong.

She wore steel shoulder pads, a metal skirt, a grey almost black cape that went to her waist, a grey body suit, and steel sabatons were donned in place of boots. The armor reminded him of roman armor, the sword she had planted in the ground was a Claymore and at that moment Percy remembered a description of Claymores he had been given.

Light blonde hair, silver eyes, wearing a grey body suit like uniform with a cape shoulder guards, a metal skirt, and wielding a large Claymore. 'So this is a Claymore.' Percy thought to himself as he noticed she had several gashes across her body that were leaking blood. Then he noticed them start to heal up by themselves, it almost seemed like what happened when he used water to heal his wounds.

He walked into the glade and saw that there were at least seven dead Yoma, all of them small and humanoid nothing like the monsters that were called Awakened beings or voracious eaters, he had yet to see one much less fight one and he doubted he could beat it without his powers. He beat the Yoma with the bandits the way he did because he was underestimated and he used all his skills and speed at the one time to get a drop on the monster, he guessed these ones were aware of this Claymores power and hit her head on as did she.

He waited a few moments before walking into the glade and stopped about two yards from the Claymore; he studied her and noticed her looking at him most likely studying him as well. Her armor was in decent shape though she wore nothing to protect her chest, sides, or back, something he thought that they would have.

The woman's claymore looked sharp and it was stained in the purple blood of the Yoma. Percy stepped forward until he was directly in front of the woman before offering his hand out to her. The Claymore glared at his hand and ever so slowly reached out to it. Percy gripped her hand and hauled her to her feet. She looked at Percy as if confused by something.

Percy stepped back and watched the Claymore sheathe her blade. "You okay?" Percy asked and the woman stared at him, he pointed at her side. She followed his finger and nodded her head. "Yes I am fine." She replied in a stoic voice and Percy nodded his head.

"That's good." He said before studying the woman more intently, she noticed and glared at him. "What is it?" She asked and Percy waved a hand in a non-threatening manner. "Relax; it's just that I've never seen a Claymore in person before. You don't seem like a witch to me." He said and the Claymore stared at him.

"Truth be told, I'm impressed." He said and gestured to the dead Yoma. "Managing to kill seven Yoma single handedly, not an easy thing to do." He concluded then nodded his head to the woman. "So where are you heading?" He asked as the woman started to walk away in the opposite direction he came from. "To the south, there have been reports of Yoma and it is my duty to dispose of them." She stated and Percy shrugged before falling in step with her.

She stared at him and Percy felt her piercing eyes on him. "What?" He asked and the Claymore stared at him some more with her silver eyes. "What are you doing?" She asked and Percy shrugged. "Following you, why what does it look like I'm doing?" He asked and the Claymore stared at him some more. "Why are you following me?" She asked and Percy grinned, she could see that much of his face. "I like a good adventure, I won't be a burden, I can fight, and cook. Besides I've travelled a bit and know a few things."

The Claymore stared at him some more before facing forwards. "Very well, but should you become a hindrance I will leave you." Percy nodded his head. "Fair enough, names Percy, Percy Jackson. May I have yours; I'd rather call you by name rather than Claymore." The Claymore paused for a moment and then after a few moments sighed and nodded her head. "My name is Clare, Claymore number 47." Percy grinned. "Nice to meet you Clare." He said and bowed his head to her. "I have a feeling that we are going to get along splendidly." He smiled and Clare nodded her head as they walked into the woods.

Xx Line Break xX

It had been a solid four days of walking for the duo and not much had happened. Clare had yet to see the top half of Percy's face and it was beginning to frustrate her, she could sense no Yoki coming from her companion but there were Yoma that could disguise their Yoki and she couldn't kill him on the off chance he was a Yoma, if he was a human she's be hunted down and killed.

Percy had just enjoyed the company; it had been a while since he had a person to travel with, not since his old world and the quests there. He sighed and looked up at the noon day sun and couldn't help but groan in annoyance. He wished that they had something interesting to do, so far Clare had done one job and that was an ingle Yoma in a small desert town, the thing had been disguised as a kid's brother and then tried to kill the human brother.

Clare had stopped it and the boy had fled the village, Clare managed to kill the Yoma and afterwards they both left the town and Clare was surprised that Percy was still traveling with her. She thought he would just stay with her till they reached the village and then ditch her. Imagine her surprise when Percy showed up by her side when she exited the village and he acted like he normally did.

They both hiked across the vast desert and the sweltering heat, it had been one day since they left the village and it had been two since they entered the desert. Percy, tired of just the silence, decided to strike up a conversation. "Sooooo, Clare do the Claymores have any rules?" Percy asked to clarify up on some of the things he had heard about Claymores. "Yes, we do." Clare responded after a few moments of silence and Percy looked at her.

"Care to clear up on what the rules are?" Percy asked and Clare sighed as she continued the trek through the desert. "We cannot kill humans." She said and Percy looked at her. "Even if they were to hurt you?" He asked and Clare nodded her head slowly. "Damn, that is probably the stupidest rule I've heard….Scratch that, I've heard worse. But still I find it worrying that you cannot fight back." Percy said and Clare regarded him from the corner of her eye.

"Yes, well it is still a rule we Claymores must abide by. If not we are hunted by our own and are killed." She said and Percy spit on the ground. "Again, stupidest rule with an excessive punishment." Percy declared before smiling, no teeth showing, at Clare. Clare saw the smile and her eyes widened slightly. It almost looked like a reincarnation of Teresa's smile. "Then if you cannot strike back against the humans then I will defend us both from them." Percy said with his small smile in place and Clare nodded her head silently before returning her gaze forwards.

"Thank you, Percy." She said and Percy let a small laugh escape him. "Don't thank me yet, you get to deal with the Yoma, but I'll still back you up, don't know what good I'll be against one of them." He said and Clare snorted, they both walked forward in silence before Clare surprisingly spoke up.

"Percy, I have a question for you." She asked and Percy raised an eyebrow before nodding his head. "Go ahead and ask, I don't bite." He said and Clare nodded her head. "Why are you following me?" She asked and Percy sighed. "Didn't I answer this already?" He asked and Clare shook her head. "I want the real reason, not some half assed excuse."

Percy sighed before shrugging. "Well, in truth I've heard about you Claymores, but never met one. I was interested in what you were capable of and wanted to see firsthand." He said and Clare nodded her head before Percy continued. "You also looked a bit lonely." He said and Clare stared at him incredulously, he looked at her. "Don't give me that look." He said and Clare looked ahead.

"Besides," Percy spoke up again with a hint of humor in his voice. "You look kinda cute." He said and Clare glared at him and a light dusting of pink adorned her cheeks. Percy looked at her glare and laughed. "Oh, look at that, you're blushing." Percy said and Clare looked away. "I am not." She replied and Percy laughed. "Were to."

"Were not."

"Were to."

"Were not."

"Were to."

This banter went on for a while and eventually Clare stopped replying to the taunts. "I win." Percy said in a sing song voice. "This is not over." Clare said and Percy smiled at her. "Good, not every day I make a pretty girl blush." He said making Clare blush again and glare at him. "Gotcha." He laughed and Clare turned to face forwards again.

It took them another day but eventually they exited the desert and entered the forested areas of the land. They stopped that night at a small clearing and Percy went about and gathered kindling for a fire. The fire was started and Percy prepared some dinner for the two. "I need to go for a minute, I'll be back." Clare said and Percy looked at her form his position squatting on the ground.

"Very well, I'll leave some for you." He said and Clare nodded, she tried to explain to him she didn't need to eat every day but once a month and Percy waved her off. Clare walked through the forest and came to a small area where a man was waiting for her. He was a tall, thin man with a pair of dark sunglasses, a black hat and a black suit. He also had a rather pointed nose and was completely bald underneath the hat.

"Hello, 47." The man spoke with a small smirk on his face. "Nice work by the way, the money was collected and all of it went rather smoothly." He spoke before his smirk widened. "Never thought you'd have a little tag along. What is he?" He asked with a twisted smile. "Is he your little plaything, I wonder have you two-"That was as far as he got before Clare stopped him. "No, he is just a traveling companion, more like a pest that anything, he just follows me around."

"Is that all, 47?" He asked and shook his head. "I wonder does he know what you are; does he know what you can do?" He asked and Clare glared at him. "Rubel, do not push me." She warned him and Rubel smirked. "Or you'll what 47? You can't hurt me, I'm human." He said this with a smirk on his face, Clare glared at him.

Rubel laughed at her. "Kidding, kidding, but be warned that he is your responsibility and your problem." Clare nodded before walking away. "So how long before he leaves?" Rubel asked and Clare paused. "I wonder will he be disgusted by your body, will he be frightened by your skills, your power, your very being?" Rubel asked and Clare wanted to kill him very badly. "By the way," Rubel said before walking over to her and giving her a black card. "This is for you, I'd hurry else you'll have more than a Claymore ready for death on your hands." Rubel said and Clare widened her eyes before taking the card and then opening it.

Her eyes widened before she sighed and nodded her head. "It'll be done. Goodbye Rubel." She spoke and Rubel tipped his hat, "See you around 47." Clare turned around and resumed her walk while Rubel just grinned before walking away.

Back at the Camp Clare had entered it and had sat down using her sword as an impromptu support. Percy was sitting across from her and was staring into the fire. "So where are we planning on going?" Percy asked and Clare looked at him for a moment. "I am going to Hesse; you will not follow me any further." Clare said and Percy raised his eyebrows.

"Oh and why can't I follow you?" He asked and Clare sighed before shutting her silver eyes and looking at the stars. "Because, I received this," She said and Percy saw her open her hand revealing a black card with a symbol in red inscribed on it. "Those symbols, they are a Claymores insignia, are they not?" Percy asked and Clare nodded before pointing towards the collar of her uniform where hers was embroidered.

"Yes they are, and when one of us receives this card from another it means only one thing." Clare explained and Percy raised an eyebrow. "It means that the Claymore this symbol represents has asked to be euthanized, most are done by the Claymores most trusted people. It is an honor to receive one." She explained and Percy's eyes widened. 'So it's a death wish, damn. But why do they want to be euthanized?' Percy thought to himself before voicing his thoughts.

"Why, why does the giver of the card wish to be put down?" Percy asked a Clare sighed wondering why she was telling him this; she finally relented on telling him. "It's because the Claymore wishes to die with a shred of humanity left." Percy again raised his eyebrow. "We Claymores become the way we are due to the fact that we have a piece of Yoma surgically implanted in our bodies." She said and Percy's eyes were open as she stood up and began to remove her armor and clothes.

"I am the sole exception as I took the flesh of another Claymore, making me only a quarter Yoma instead of one half like the other Claymore." She continued to explain while she dropped the metal skirt and shoulder guards. "The Yoma tissue allows our bodies to use the power of the Yoma, also known as Yoki and it allows us to become something more than human." She said as she slowly released her cape from its hold and moved on to her top.

"But everything comes with a price." She said as her top dropped and Percy eyed her top and saw a long jagged scar on her collar bone. It looked rugged and the skin was discolored, there was stitching going into the wound and looked to be horribly done. "If we Claymores use over 80% of our Yoki we start to become awakened beings." That was news to Percy as his eyes studied Clare before standing up and walking up and walking over to her.

He stood directly in front of the slightly taller woman; she looked to be in her midtwenties and Percy looked like a seventeen or eighteen years old, he studied the scar on her torso and looked at her to see her studying him and her eyes seemed to be looking for something. "This is called a stigma," She explained gesturing to the scar.

"This is the mark all Claymore bear, they may be in different spots, but we all have one. It is the scar where the Yoma tissue was infused with our bodies." She said before looking at him and her eyes had a blank look. "It makes us undesirable, men do not wish for us due to this scar, tell me are you revolted by it, are you revolted by me?" She asked and Percy looked at her eyes.

He saw loneliness, confusion, fear, and weariness. He didn't know why she looked that way but it made him upset. "No, I'm not revolted by it or you." He said and Clare looked at him. "The part about becoming awakened beings surprised me, I'll give ya that much." He said and Clare looked down feeling saddened. "But, this scar just gives you more character. I have my own fair share of scars and I've seen worse than that." He said gesturing to her scar and Clare looked at him confused.

He said it gave her character, what did he mean by that? Clare thought to herself and watched as Percy studied her wound. "Still, if you are going to put down this person I'm just more inclined to go with you." He said and Clare looked at him as he gave her another smile. "I'm not going to be that easy to get rid of." He stated and Clare looked at him again, this man refused to leave her alone and it brought a warm feeling throughout her body, she shook her head to clear her head of the feeling.

"Thank you Percy, but this is a private matter, so you'll have to stay out of it." She responded and Percy looked back at her. "I'll make you a deal," He started and Clare looked at him. "I'll follow you and when we reach our destination I'll let you handle the matter while I stay a ways away. Is that agreeable?" He asked and Clare thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Be warned, if she awakens you'll need to run as fast as you can, and you'll have to evade her. If she awakens then I'll be no match, and you'll be alone."

Percy looked at her with a blank face before grinning at her with a faint smile. "Sounds just like old times, me alone against insurmountable odds and little to no chance of survival. I like it." Clare looked at him and his faint smile, she remembered a person who once smiled like that, as if challenging the world to try and beat him. Percy was still smiling when Clare asked a question that had him sputtering and looking at her like she had a second head. "Would you like to sleep with me?" She asked and Percy looked at her.

"N-n-no, why are you asking that?!" He asked and Clare stared at him and he also noticed that she had literally nothing on her top. "Does my scar deter you?" She asked and Percy shook his head before composing himself, waving his hand in a dismissing manner he shook his head. "No, it's not the scar, it's the fact that we have only known each other for what, four maybe five days?"

Clare looked down and Percy sighed before looking back up at her. "Look, Clare, you're a beautiful woman and no doubt a good fighter, but I have a lot of issues, we have only known each other for a short period of time." She looked back up at him with her silvery eyes and Percy smiled faintly. "Later then?" She asked and Percy choked on his on air, something he thought to be impossible. "L-l-l-later?" He sighed and slumped his head before straightening up and looking at her with his faint smile on his face. "Maybe, it's not a yes, but neither is it a no." He said and Clare nodded her head before beginning to get dressed again.

Percy lay down with his back to a tree, Clare sat across from him and used her sword as a rest, and Percy slowly closed his eyes before calling out to Clare one last time before drifting to sleep. "Good night Clare." He spoke and Clare looked at him with her silver eyes before nodding her head and Percy fell asleep.

Percy awoke the next day to the sight of Clare sitting exactly where she was last night. Slowly Percy sat himself up and Clare watched as her companion sat up before standing and looked around. "Well, let's get going." Percy said as he kicked out the embers of the fire from last light using the dirt. He gathered his pack and waited for Clare as the Claymore led the way. He followed her and together the two travelled the road with Percy on Clare's left.

As they walked Percy watched the rays of the sun slowly rise over the east, it was beautiful sight and one that her could always managed to appreciate as the pretty colors seemed to blend so well together, but then again Percy wouldn't put it past Apollo to make the sun light up the sky that color just to impress the ladies or some such.

Percy sighed as he wondered what he was going to do. He could settle down and try and raise a family, but he wanted to see his mother and Father back home along with his friends, he wanted his mother's homemade cookies, blue coloring and all, he swore it was like a drug because the first month he was here and without the blue food he was cranky, irritable and just down right pissy.

He could travel with Clare for however long he lived, not a bad idea but he also wanted something more than going on adventure, after adventure, something to look forward to after each adventure. Maybe he could start a family with Clare? He mused to himself and while it sounded appealing he got the idea that the Organization was rather possessive of their Claymore and would demand the Child, so unless the organization was destroyed or he was back in his home with Clare it was not going to happen.

But the idea was not that unappealing, Clare was a beautiful woman, a deadly fighter, even if he had seen her fight the one Yoma in the town he could tell she had some skill. Percy shook his head as the thoughts still polluted his mind. 'Aphrodite must be messing with me, figures, I'm most likely in a different era or gods forbid a different planet and she still can mess with me. The Gods are probably on Olympus laughing their asses off at me, can't send me a little bit of help, probably Zeus, damn prick, just wants me to suffer, see how much help I'll give you when I tell Hera about that little affair you had.' Percy thought to himself and was chuckling and Clare gave him a look from the corner of her eyes and saw him with his hood shadowing everything above his mouth in a dark shadow.

His mouth was twisted in a small smirk and the laughter seemed to take an air of evilness. 'Watch me Zeus, as soon as I'm out of here you and me are going to have a nice long chat.' He though before resuming his focus on the road ahead and saw Clare giving him a look. "What?" He asked and Clare turned to face forwards again.

"Nothing." She replied and Percy shrugged. After nearly four more hours of walking they came to a plain and Percy could see a figure ahead of them. It was dressed like a Claymore, and he could see the massive blade on its back. She was beautiful girl with silver eyes and straight, silvery blond hair that was longer than Clare's and parted on the right side. Percy looked at Clare then at the woman. "This her?" He asked and Clare nodded.

"Take your time, I'll be over there." He said and pointed to the right and she could see a ridge. Clare nodded and Percy walked off to the ridge while Clare walked to her friend. Percy walked up to the ridge and stood with his back to the two, he didn't like it, but he could understand it. This was at her own request and it was for the greater good. He waited for a little while before Clare joined him and he looked over at her, there were a few splatters of blood across her face.

They stayed that way for a while before Percy bowed his head. "I'm sorry." He said and Clare looked at him before looking forward again. "There is no need; there was nothing we could have done." She said and Percy shook his head. "I know how it is to put down a good friend, I know it all too well, I'm sorry you had to do it." He bowed his head before muttering a small prayer for whoever would listen to guide the woman's soul and grant her a place in Elysium.

Percy turned around and walked to the decapitated body lying on the ground in a pool of its own blood. The woman's expression was peaceful and seemed content; he gently walked over to the body before removing his pack and an entrenching tool. He began to dig a grave and Clare walked over to him and watched him as he toiled. "What are you doing?" She questioned as he dug the grave. "I'm digging your friend a grave." He replied and Clare looked at him questioningly, he looked back at her for a moment before resuming his digging.

"Why?" She asked and Percy continued to dig even as he answered her. "Because, it's a common courtesy to those you respect, and those who are your comrades, I respect the dead, well most of the dead, and if she was important to you then I suppose she's special to me as well." He spoke and Clare's eyes widened. "What do you mean by that?" She asked as Percy continued to dig the grave. "You're my friend Clare, and I take care of my friends, such is the way of life, though not many share my views."

Clare looked at him before crouching next to him and began to help him. "What are you doing?" Percy asked and Clare looked at him before giving the smallest of smiles. "Helping a friend." She said and Percy was stunned for a moment before laughing lightly and resuming his digging. It was early in the evening when they finished and set the fallen Claymores sword as the grave marker. Percy, with his pack back on, and Clare stood in front of the grave and bowed their head and closed their eyes in a moment of prayer.

They opened their eyes and straightened up before turning around from the grave and walking away. As they walked Percy decided to speak up. "If you don't mind, I think I'd like to hear more about your friend." Clare looked at her friend and then turned back ahead. "I think I'd like that." She spoke and Percy smiled. "Her name was Elena and she was my only friend during and after the Claymore training."

Percy nodded his head as they walked on the road. "After we claymores take the Yoma tissue we are in extreme pain, there is nothing to ease the pain except the embrace of another. Elena and I comforted each other when we both assimilated the tissue; during the assimilation the other person that comforts you is more often than not going to be your best friend." She explained as they entered the forest.

"I'm sorry, I truly am." Percy said and Clare nodded her head. "You have no need to apologize. It's not your fault we Claymores are the way we are." Percy nodded his head but still kept pace with Clare. "I know that, but I wish there was something I could do about it." Clare looked at her friend; he had apologized to her, cooked for her, and attempted to comfort her. "As do I, as do I Percy." She said and Percy smiled at her for a moment.

"I promise that I'll do everything in my power to protect you Clare, consequences be damned." He said and Clare stared at him, his faint smile on his face and the conviction in his voice stirred something inside her. "Percy, I promise that I'll also protect you." She said and Percy's smile widened, and he laughed. "Good, then we have each other's backs, we'll be unstoppable." He said and Clare, Clare the Claymore, laughed, honest to gods laughed. Percy looked taken back before laughing as well.

"Where to now?" Percy asked and Clare's laugh died down. "We go to get another job." Percy smiled and they continued on.

It had been another five days since they buried Elena, and since then nothing interesting had happened. Clare had received a new mission from Rubel; Percy learned his name after nearly two days of nonstop pestering. So now they were camped out on a little island that was surrounded by a two foot deep creek, there was one great oak tree in the center of the island.

Clare was gone leaving Percy alone on the island with only the fire to keep him company. He was seated on a log with his pack next to him, he picked at the rabbit that they had caught and he sighed as the rabbit cooked, it was late in the afternoon and the canopy of leaves shielded him from the sunlight. He stilled as he heard the sound of foot marching across the water. Looking up and in front he saw at least a dozen men all armed and somewhat dangerous.

They were dressed in leather armor and wool clothes and wielded everything from swords, to bows, to halberds. "What can I do for you?" Percy asked as he clasped his hands together and one of the people stepped forward. The man was bald, yellow teeth; he was also missing a few teeth, a crooked nose, and beady black eyes. He wielded a double bladed axe. "Well you see," The man said swinging his axe around. "We heard about you," Percy raised his eyebrow and looked at the man.

"You see, you killed my brother and his group and now you need to die." The man stated and Percy raised an eyebrow at the man. "Then once you're dead I'm going to put your head on a stake and leave it as a reminder to what happens to those that cross us." Percy shook his head and picked up a stick and twirled it about. "Then once that's done, we're going to take everything off of you."

Percy again shook his head and drew in the dirt with the stick. "Then there's the matter of that woman with you," The bandit spoke and Percy stilled and his grip tightened on the stick. "You're traveling with a Claymore; you know I heard that they can't harm humans so that means she won't mind if we have a bit of fun." The man spoke and Percy gripped the stick till blood dripped down the stick. Then his grip on the stick lightened and he stood up. The bandits were laughing at this point thinking of how easy it was going to be.

"You know," The bandits stopped their laughing as Percy spoke up. "I was going to go easy on you, but now you threatened my friend and I can't allow that." He said and the bandit laughed while swinging his axe. "Really, you thinking of taking all of us on?" He said and snapped his fingers as another twenty or so bandits walked out of the woods adding to the first dozens numbers. Percy nodded his head. "Yeah, once you threatened my friend," Percy spoke as he drew up his stick, "You all signed a death warrant." The bandits were still before they busted out laughing.

The boy in front of them wanted to threaten them with a stick, it was laughable. Then out of nowhere they heard a loud scream, they looked ahead to see their leader with the stick buried in his left eye socket and blood spewed down his face, Percy held his face as he drove the stick deeper eliciting an even louder scream. Then he fell limp and Percy let go letting the body fall, with the stick still buried in its eye, to the ground lifeless, he looked at the others as they looked shocked.

"This is where you die." Percy said with a flat tone and the bandits all looked at each other before charging him head on. Percy let the first man get in close with his sword and shield and side stepped the lung towards him, then he grabbed the outstretched arm and redirected the sword into the man's throat. He leaned backwards as another tried to slash him across the chest with a sword before leaning up and wrapping the man's head in a grip and then violently twisted.

With a sickening Snap the body dropped lifeless and unmoving, Percy twisted around a spear thrust and grabbed the spear with his hands before punching it with his right hand, he watched as did the bandits as the spear snapped in half, before it could drop he grabbed the spear tip and drove it into the man's throat before ripping it out with a spray of red.

He then threw the bloodied spear tip at a bandit and the bandit managed to block it with his shield, Percy dashed forward and was in front of the bandit who blocked before the bandit could lower his shield, Percy performed a leg sweep and the bandit fell to the ground and looked dazed and confused, Percy raised his boot and brought it down on the man's throat twice and when he heard the Crunch as the windpipe was crushed he stopped.

'Five down and another twenty six to go, this is going to be fun.' Percy thought to himself before reaching into his cloak and drawing his sword. The bandits still rushed him and Percy charged forwards and parried a sword thrust before burying his sword into the bandit's chest then he pulled it out and twisted around and swung his sword and with a spray of blood that splattered his black cloak a headless body fell.

It was odd, Percy thought as he slaughtered the bandits, he lost his curse but the effects remained, except for the Invulnerability. His combat reflexes were through the roof. He wondered why as he sliced a bandits head off as said bandit attempted to swing his axe. 'Meh, it's something to think about.' He thought as he drove one of his daggers into a bandit's spine and then ripped upwards all the way through the skull.

He used a bandit's body as a meat shield for a volley of arrows and promptly rushed the arches, cutting through the linemen like they paper. 'Man this is pathetic,' Percy thought to himself as he drove his dagger into a bandits gut and ripped upwards till he pulled it free at the bandits neck, 'I mean, even the younger campers at camp who were archers had some hand to hand combat training.' He plucked an arrow from a dead bandits quiver as he threw his dagger sending it between a bandits eyes, 'They don't even work together, just shows how much better camp is, I mean I think the twelve year olds at camp could beat these thirty some year old men.'

Percy took the arrow and stabbed a bandit, repeatedly, in the throat with it and then stabbed behind him before twisting, bisecting the bandit behind him with his sword. 'They don't have any technique at all, no form, no grace, and most likely no clue as to what they are doing.' He thought and blocked a sword strike to his chest with a short sword he took from a dead bandit. Once the sword was deflected he took the pilfered sword and drove it through the bandit's heart and with an extra push it popped out through the man's back.

'I wonder what Clare's up to, she said she'd be right back but it's been, what an hour, maybe two, should I go look for her? Nah, she's a big girl.' He struck a bandit in the skull and buried his blade in the middle of the man's cranium. He wretched it free in a spray of blood and bone, he grabbed the man's single bladed axe and swung it around and managed to bury it in a man's neck nearly removing it. He swung it again and managed to remove the man's head in a fountain of blood.

'I wonder if Clare can give me a better fight, probably, most likely. I'll ask her later.' He looked around and noticed he was alone in a mass of dead bodies and blood covered ground that mixed in with the creek staining it red. Percy sighed and flicked his blade losing the blood that stained it. "Well that was interesting." Percy thought to himself as he sheathed his blade and walked over to the dead body where his dirk was and retrieved it; he cleaned it with the bandit's clothes.

He sheathed the dagger on his left hip and looked around at the carnage around him. He rubbed his temples before walking over to the bodies and taking their valuables. 'I think I'll get Clare something next time I have the chance, maybe a spare sword, she could use it, if she loses the Claymore she's screwed.' He thought to himself as he deposited the bandits collected money into various pouches on his person.

He finally stood up and arched his back and after hearing the several satisfying pops his back made he straightened out before walking back to his log and sitting back down, surrounded by the dead bodies he made an odd sight. A young man in a black cloak that covered all but the lower portion of his face, said cloak was doused in blood, leaning back and looking up at the tree canopy with his hands clasped at his midsection resting on his stomach.

Percy crossed his right leg over his left and sighed to himself as he glanced at the mass of dead bodies. "Well this is going to be a very interesting explanation." He muttered to himself as he dreaded what the conversation with Clare was going to be like.