Percy Jackson
The sky crackled ominously, although rain hesitated to fall. It was quite ironic, actually, that it happened at this precise moment.
Aristotle's face was illuminated slightly in a menacing way. All of the realizations came crashing down in one, fleeting moment. They had never once suspected Aristotle of being the traitor and their initial conclusion of Valeigh and Nysiourau became so flawed in that instant.
Then again, who would've suspected Aristotle? The polite, jovial man who'd been more than happy to trust them, relate to their struggles, and assist in any way he saw fit. Aristotle had been the unsuspected forever, with his energy always radiating you can trust me, I have nothing to hide, and I truly care. Even now, it was difficult to come to terms with the fact that Aristotle had been the deceitful one all along.
Percy met Harry's eyes with vigilance. He could not show weakness in the face of the enemy.
Instead, he continued to fight through the enemy ranks, Riptide slashing, parrying, and striking. However, he always kept his gaze lofted on Aristotle, attempting to make his way towards the Sire. Losing sight of him would only cause disadvantages.
"Percy!" Percy could hear his name being called from somewhere to his left. It wasn't in crisis, in fact, more of a greeting. After a moment, Percy caught sight of Ezereal. He greeted the boy with a grin and a nod of his head. Although he felt a little worried for the other's safety, Ezereal seemed to be holding up well.
They fought in tandem for a time, until one of the Vanquished slashed between them and the two were inevitably separated.
Percy also caught sight of Orion after a time, his trademarked optimistic features now downturned in determination against the enemy. He truly was loyal, willing to do anything for the safety of citizens within the city.
Percy always kept his focus on Aristotle, who continued to stand proudly among the ranks of traitors. He would do anything to keep his friends, along with the city he'd grown to love, from falling like the countless Primordian soldiers who had come before.