We walked down to the hill to see our guests, which I thought were invaders. I saw the advancing formation of roman soldiers, and located the leaders. I immediately drew my two pistols and aimed each at on if the praetors heads.
"What are Romans doing here!"
A phalanx circled the praetors, effectively shielding them.
Annabeth and Percy both grabbed one of my arms to pull them down, but to no avail. They stayed taunt to their targets. A tall, skinny, pale guy walked up. He seemed pissed, and he was waving around a stuffed bear with its cotton flying out of a cut in the stomach.
"I knew it! I knew we shouldn't have come here. These Greeks still want to kill us! Just like a few years ago when they attacked New Rome!"
He continued in his rant, "Look at this Greek, he is so ugly he hides his face behind a mask! I knew these Greeks were repulsive but this guy is the pinnacle of it!" I could feel Krieg itching to beat this guy. His meat must be stripped from his BONES! I just smirked, "At least I have the decency to do so skaglick." His face turned bright red, "What was that Greek?" I holstered my pistols, "You two can let go of my arms, I'm not going to disfigure this boy anymore than he already is." The tall guy threw his knife at me and it plunged into my left arm. Before anybody could vent their fumes, I raised my hand as a signal of silence. I walked right up to the skinny boy, "What's your name Roman?" He scoffed at me, "Like I would give my name to a Greek." Before he knew it, my left hand was closed in a vice grip around his neck, and he was two feet off the ground. I starred daggers into his eyes, then slowly pulled the dagger out my arm. I pinned him to the wall behind him, "You're lucky I don't hang anybody the proper way Roman skaglick." I plunged the dagger through his shoulder and about three inches into the stone wall. I let go of his neck then herd him gasping for breath as well as screaming in pain at the same time. I walked away with him cursing a me to my back.
I walked up to the girl I initially aimed at. Her guards started to form a defense, but a big guy walked through to face me, even though he was about a foot shorter than me. "I suppose I should thank you for shutting up Octavian, even though it was a little harsher than I would have liked." I looked this kid in the eyes, he was a leader, I could tell that much, but he had a younger face than how old he seemed. "And who should I be thanking?" He held out his hand, "Alex." I shook his hand. "Frank, I am one of the praetors of this army." He gestured to the people behind him. "Believe it or not, but it don't like doing what I did to the boy over there, please don't give me a reason to do it again." Frank smiled, "You all hear that?" They all yelled, "Yes Sir!" in unison. "Good. Have a good Feast of Fortune." Frank looked puzzled, "You won't be joining us?" I shook my head.
"If these two camps are one army, I'm Rambo."