*AN* I'd just like to say, whoever it was who sent that guest review, that maybe you should read my whole story before making nasty comments. Yes my first few chapters were short but my last four have all been around 1000 words and the last one was almost 1500 words. Also I can happily take criticism, in fact I would love some constructive criticism as I am a relatively new author, and I can always use advice, but can you at least have the guts to say it with your username? Sending it as a guest is a nasty, sneaky, underhanded way to hurt people and it pisses me off. So go ahead and send criticism, but do it as yourself. Now that that's dealt with let's get Percy to f*ck up Octavian.

Raze POV

I watched as the scrawny, no-good, legacy of Apollo strutted down. I smirked, I couldn't wait to fight him. My mind wandered back to earlier, just after I had arrived in Camp Jupiter...

*FLASHBACK STARTS*

"Where the Pluto have you been, Kelp Head?"

"All over the place Death Breath, The Underworld, Othrys, Olympus. You name it I've been there. I've had a lot of quests to do these past two years."

"What do you mean, Kelp Head?"

"I mean, that over the course of the past two years, I have attained, several blessings and other such. In order to achieve that I had to do tasks. For instance, my task with Atlas was to defeat him in a duel, right after having held the sky for a month. For others like Lelantos, Titan of the Hunt, I had to escape him in a forest for three days, then again, defeat him in a duel. They were absolutely exhausting."

"Suddens like you had fun. So, Raze huh? Care to tell me how you came up with that?"

"Simple, the prophecy. I was foretold to either preserve or raze Olympus. I preserved it, and look where it got me. Banished. Cheated on. Accused of Treason. So I selected a new name based on that."

"Speaking of prophecies just after you left Rachel took on the spirit of the Oracle. She spoke the next Great Prophecy.

Seven Half-Bloods shall answer the call,
To storm or fire the world must fall,
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the doors of death."

"Talk about a downer, oath to keep with a final breath."

"Well up know you have the tests, basically you face both centurions of each cohort, one-by-one without pause. By the way, if you beat all the centurions you face the praetors and me."

"Sounds like fun, can't wait to kick your ass again."

"Thats of you even make it past the fifth cohort, Graecus." Drawled a whiny voice. A scrawny, shrew-faced boy strutted up to me, his weaselly face preserved in an image of contempt. He reminded of Will Solace, and Austin, from Apollo cabin back at camp, probably a legacy of Apollo, his features watered down over the years. He appeared to be wearing a white bed sheet. He looked down at me, along his long nose, and squinted.

"Doesn't look like much to me, Ambassador to Pluto." He spat out. "Looks more like a filthy Graecus to me" Nico glared before responding,

"You forget Auger, I know him well and have seen him defeat gods and titans more powerful than you could ever know." The legacy leered at me, sneering.

"Well as Auger I decide, who may enter the legion, Ambassador." He spat out 'ambassador' as if it was the vilest epithet. Nico smirked at him before countering. "Actually, he has received recommendations by both myself and Minerva, and so, Octavian, you are not required."

"Oh yes, the son of Neptune, our second least favoured god has received recommendations by the ambassador of our least favoured god and the goddess of crafts."

"I suggest you do not mock my father, friend, or patrons in my presence, unless of course, you wish to my uncle a little better." I spoke, quietly, calmly in a cold tone, warning him to watch his tongue. He sneered before countering,

"Was that a threat? That would be considered treason, Graecus."

"No, a promise" He sneered one more time, before stiffly strutting away to accost a different person.

"Be careful, Perce, despite his weakness in combat, he holds a lot of sway over the people."

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

The legacy carried a simple imperial gold gladius, dragging it with both hands already sweating. I smirked, I had decided to humiliate him by using no weapons in this duel.

"Come on Octavian! Surely you, the mighty Auger of the Twelfth Legion Fulminata, Legacy of the Mighty Apollo, Lord of the Sun, can defeat an unarmed demigod! Or are you too weak?"

He growled before charging at me swiping the blade, this way and that stabbing and slashing. I flipped and rolled, tumbled and somersaulted over his attacks, occasionally tapping them with the palm of my hand, gently guiding them away from my body. Eventually he took a step back, sweating and panting while I merely breathed a little harder. He raised the gladius, over his head intending to swing it down in a massive attack. The spectators watched, on the edge of their seats as I made no move to defend myself. He swung downwards.
Everyone gasped as my hands flew up and caught the blade, a inch from my head. Octavian's harsh expression grew strained as he struggled to force the blade onto my head as I stood there smiling, completely relaxed. I smiled at him asking about his day. This only served to rile him up even further. I yanked the blade out of his hands before grabbing his shoulders. Swinging my head forwards, I smashed my head into his as I let go of his shoulders, sending him flying backwards. I was protected my the achilles curse, but he wasn't. Still was painful though, blunt trauma to the head, invulnerable or no, seriously fucks up your head. I simply grabbed his weapon, strolled over casually before pointing it at his throat. Needless to say he yielded, before walking away humiliated and in pain. Everyone laughed as he staggered out, clutching his head.

"Nico Di Angelo, Ambassador to Pluto" rang out across the arena. I smiled, I couldn't wait to kick the little goth's butt. Nico casually wandered on down, holding his sword by his side.
"Hey Raze", he says when he gets down. I smile and tell him that I have a gift for him and Hazel when this is over. Then I drew my sword from Hades. Nico simply gaped and finally stuttered out,
"H-H-How in my father's name did you get that?" The romans just gaped, the quiet, powerful, scary, son of Pluto stuttered. Reyna quickly asked what it was. I responded with,
"This is one of the swords of Hades. It is one of the symbols of power for the greek version of Hades. It was a gift from him for completing a task. They have one of his keys embedded in it."
"And what does that do?" Nico responded to Reyna's question,
"They were said to be able to unlock death. One touch of it to a living soul would immediately send them to his courts, on a dead soul, it could bring back the dead." The romans, if it were possible gaped even more. This guy had a weapon that could kill you with one touch of it's blade, and it was quite obvious he was a master swordsman. Question was, could he defeat Nico, the only person to ever have defeated Reyna?

I quickly got into my stance as Nico and I began to circle. He plunged his sword into the sand of the arena, crying out "Serve me!". I smiled before doing the same. A slightly smaller army only about 150 to his 200 charged. Nico and I sprinted towards each other's minion, hoping to kill them off then overwhelm the other by shear weight of arms. Eventually we once again both found ourselves alone on the arena floor, dust and bones covering the area around us. Nico looked slightly more worse for wear however, we both had begun to pant hard and sweat was clear on our faces but I had also gone through another ten bouts, not even mentioning the fact that he had begun with a bigger army. We paced towards each other, weapons at the ready. Both of us knew this would be a hard fight, Nico had quite obviously grown stronger, taller and faster since our last meeting, but he always preferred his powers, so he may be a bit weaker in trial by combat.

Slashing and Hacking, Stabbing and Cutting, we fought. Our duel went across the whole of the arena. I was quite obviously stronger in the duel but his skill with the blade had grown greatly, and I wasn't certain of victory. Finally my sword rested at his throat. He smiled before sheathing his sword, nodding at me and walked back up to the praetor box.

"Victory to Raze. Next Opponent, Junior Praetor, Jason Grace, Son of Jupiter"
Grace? GRACE? Was this Thalia's brother? The blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy walked down nonchalantly, a coin in his palm. He smiled at me when he got down, nodding before getting into a perfect stance. He had a scar on his lower lip. Gaaah ADHD control overload. I smiled at him as well before getting into a stance. He flipped the coin and it transformed into an imperial gold spear, two metres long and deadly sharp. I took out Pallas's spear. Unexpectedly he lifted off the winds supporting him. Two can play at that game. Everyone's jaws dropped as my jet black, fifteen metres across wing erupted out of my back, lifting me into the air. Suddenly the winds began to buffet me, smashing into me and my wings. I concentrated and using the water molecules in the air supported my self and began to slam them into Jason, sending him tumbling about. Then we both stopped, silence reigned over the arena. You could have heard Riptide drop. Then we both charged(can you charge in the air?), the winds and wings supporting ourselves. A flurry of spear strikes and blocks echoed across the arena. We both drew back, examining each other.

Then he raised his spear to the heavens a bolt of lightning striking it before sending it straight at me. A shield of water rose in midair and slammed into the bolt, electrifying the water before sending it straight back at him. The water slammed into him, the electricity invigorating him as the water drowned him. He lost consciousness and fell to the earth. I quickly caught him and set him and set him onto the ground. He came to with my spear in his face. He took my prospered hand as I pulled back the spear, staring me in the eye as he did so. He was rather similar to Clarisse, a warrior, a fighter, not a talker or manipulator like Octavian. He smiled before nodding and picking up his spear in it's coin form, and walking back up to the praetor box. He then stood up and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Victory to Raze. Next Opponent, Senior Praetor, Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, Daughter of Bellona." The latina girl strode down to the arena, she appeared to be like Jason as well, a warrior. She wore an imperial gold embossed breastplate over a Camp Jupiter shirt and jeans. Carrying a imperial gold spear in one hand with an dagger and sword by her side, she was not someone you wanted as an enemy. She, again like Jason had a perfect fighting stance, always ready for combat. I returned to Riptide, deciding it was the weapon I wished to use for this combat. Then we began. I swung as she stabbed, she ducking under my blade, me whirling around hers, striking away her spear as I did so. Strike, dodge, parry, riposte, our movements flowed like water, synchronized and perfect. She had a more rigid stance, mine more relaxed. At several points in our fervent duel blades and skin were mere centimetres apart, ready to slice and stab. She thrusted her weapon, lunging towards me. My blade caught hers, twisting at the base, her weapon, dropped to the ground with a hollow 'thunk', my blade a centimetre from her neck.

Still Raze POV

The 10 centurions and the praetors took me to the principia, or legion headquarters. Reyna began speaking.

"As you have defeated all the centurions, Nico and the praetors, I have no doubt that all will be willing to have you in their cohort." The praetors all nodded as she continued speaking, "and as such you will be able to choose which cohort you join.

I examined the cohorts, fifth or fourth were my only real choices. If I chose one, I'd be under Octavian and I couldn't allow that. Two was okay but I had no real interest in them. Three was also okay, Leo seemed cool but he was the junior centurion, and Bobby would be a pain in the ass. I quite like Hazel and Frank, but I wanted to help the fifth cohort, as Nico had told me they were often disrespected by 1, 2, and 3.

"I choose the fifth cohort praetor." Bobby and Octavian, immediately protested, calling them weak and useless.

*AN*

It's been so long! Sorry guys but I've had a lot of family stuff at the moment what with christmas, and family visiting, I just have had no time to write. Couple that with a severe case of writers block. To make up for that here is a nice 2400 word long(or so) chapter.

Ok so the results are in. Percy will be joining the Fifth Cohort and the pairing will be Perzoë. If you have any ideas on how I can bring Zoë back to life, let me know. Also I will be looking for a beta, if anyone wants to volunteer, pm me.
Thanks Everyone for Following, Favouriting, and Reviewing! See you guys later
JJD