She had heard a lot about this guy, having actually never met the dude. Most of what she was told was bad. The rest wasn't as bad, but it was probably because Percy couldn't sound very dramatic when he wanted to (especially with Annabeth around).

"Ain't ya supposed ta be, I dunno, dead?"

Luke's cold laugh sent a chill down her spine.

"Oh, you could say that." Luke drew Backbiter and studied her, tilting his head to the side. "I don't think we've met before."

"Shame that." Louisa said, holding her blade steady. (I actually need a favour! Can someone think of a cool name for Lou's sword cos I really can't think of one!?)

"Who are you?"

"No-one special." Louisa shrugged.

"Where's the baby?"

"What baby?"

"Percy and Annabeth Jackson's baby!" Luke's carefree expression soured when he said 'Annabeth Jackson'. Louisa almost relished in his jealously.

"Um… mm… lemme think…" Luke snarled. Louisa grinned cheekily. Tobias is OK, ain't he?

He is fine. Athena's short reply came. Louisa silently thanked her, taking a mental note to burn a large portion of food to Athena and her father later.

Luke charged Louisa, his cronies creating a solid ring around them. Their blades clashed. Louisa looked into Luke's blue eyes and noticed the anger that seemed deep within them.

Louisa smiled sweetly.

Luke shoved his weight against their blades. Louisa stumbled back and quickly regained her balance.

"Where's that baby?!" He demanded.

"Dude, it ain't like I'm gonna tell ya."

"So you do know what I'm on about?" Luke sounded smug and triumphant. Louisa merely shrugged. Luke's triumphant glower faded into a beastly snarl.

He ran at her again, raising his sword, ready to slice her head off. Louisa stood her ground and exchanged violent slashes, parries and sturdy blocks with this new opponent.

Those Hermes kids had been right- Luke was a damn good sword fighter.

Then again, so was Louisa.

Luke slashed down and Louisa's thigh burned in pain. She could feel blood soaking her tracksuit bottoms. Louisa gritted her teeth, refusing to yell out in pain. She countered and reopened the scar on his face.

Unlike her, Luke failed to muffle his cry of pain. But he was fighting back in no time, with more ferocity and power. Louisa forced herself to do the same, dodging his sword.

If she could get to the baby bag, she could use the emergency supply of Greek fire to cause a distraction. After that her idea was to grab Tobias, get her brother and Annabeth and then leave this blooming place.

Then again, she saw several flaws. The solid ring of Luke's henchman. Luke wasn't going to back down or falter.

The only thing she could think of, as Luke lunged and caused a burning, deep wound on her waist, was to use the water.

Louisa backed up, making Luke think that she was giving up. Never. Louisa told herself.

Luke sneered. "I must ask again- who are you?"

"Why would you care?"

"I'm just curious. Besides, I'll need to know the name of my opponent before I win."

"Fat chance, Lukey Pukey." Luke scowled at her. Louisa flexed her fingers on her sword hand. She was getting a bit of a cramp. "Now, are ya gonna fight me or I'm gonna have ta kill ya anyway?" Luke ran at her for a third time, unaware of the pool water starting to churn angrily.

Louisa sidestepped and channelled a torrent of water at Luke. He went flying back, losing his sword. He slammed to the ground, landing on his back painfully.

Luke sat up groggily, noticing water swirling around Louisa, healing her injuries.

"Poseidon?" He muttered. "Poseidon?!" He repeated angrily, scrambling to his feet.

"Duh." Louisa said sarcastically as the water returned to the pool. Luke's face was contorted with rage as he pieced it all together in his head. "Gods, people call me stupid." Louisa switched sword hands and rubbed the back of her neck. "Right, Percy is ma bro- ma twin bro, may I add. Obviously I know 'bout the kid 'cos he's ma nephew. 'N', yeah, Percy 'n' Annabeth are married." Luke's face had slowly started to turn red and now it was a mix of scarlet and beetroot. "Truth hurts, don't it?" Louisa smirked smugly.

"Shut up."

"Ya never liked Percy."

"Shut up."

"'N' now you're even more jealous."

"Shut up!" Louisa's smug smile turned evil. She loved being annoying.

"You used to love Annabeth. Before Percy came along. I'd wager ma sword that ya thinkin' that the kid should've been yours 'n' not Percy's. Personally, I think ya shouldn't have sided with Kronos, 'cos now ya've missed out, ya've been dead for, wut, three years? 'N' ya suddenly come back, throwin' ya weight around 'n' thinkin' ya can take ma nephew- Annabeth's kid, thinkin' that it will make ya feel better. Make ya feel like ya've got one over on Percy. 'N' ya listen ta me- me 'n' Percy swore on the River Styx to Athena that we were gonna protect that kid 'n' Annabeth. There ain't no way ya gonna get ya stinkin' hands on that kid. Not while I'm still breathin'." Luke studied her, his eyes dead and angry. Maybe Louisa had over done it, but that is what she had said. There was nothing she could do to change it and there was no way she would take any of it back. Someone had to be the bearer of truth and she had nominated herself.

"Not while you're still breathing, huh?" Louisa juggled her sword from hand to hand, before holding it steady in her left. "Well, we'll just have to fix that then, won't we?"

Luke yelled out, running at Louisa, his energy fuelled by his anger and jealously. Louisa braced herself, curling her right hand into a fist defiantly.

When Luke was in range, she changed her mind. She spun and roundhouse kicked him into the pool. Thank the gods Jessica made her take self-defence (You'll have to read Louisa's Past to know who Jessica is).

"Lou? What's going on?" Louisa turned and sighed. Her brother had forced his way through Luke's cronies.

"Bro…" Louisa shook her head. "You 'n' ya flamin' timin'!"