The Secret Sister of Percy Jackson

by Dark-Enough-Conspiracy-Theory

A fanfiction about the secret sister of Percy Jackson who lives in Australia. While Elle (Percy's sister) believes he's lived the cushy happy life with Poseidon and his family, Elle has joined a secret society called the Clann, and has become one of there agents recruiting powerful Demigods and her mission is to recruit Daniel a son of Ares and a descendant of a child of Athena

5. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Elle

I left the boys and swung under the ropes to get into the arena, I took off my hoodie and sweatpants to reveal my dark blue crop top and shorts. I always wore clothes that was skin tight because a) So who ever I'm fighting won't have anything to grab onto and use to grip onto me when I'm fighting because I have seen so many good fighters go down in these arena's because they wore the tackiest costumes that always had material all over the place for there oponents to grab and use against them. There was this one time I was watching a fight and this guy's fighting technique, tactics and just well everything was amazing but he had the most horrible costume that was really baggy and just plain stupid if you were going into a fight and wanted to win. But anyways the fighter started fighting with his super duper amazing skill and then majorly flopped at the end and lost because his oponent grabbed his baggy costume (looked similar to a really baggy onesie) and used it to grab the fighter and flip him on his ass and so the oponent one not the really good fighter, which was super frustrating for me since I was betting on the good fighter to win and lost $20 dollars. The other reason is because i don't want my boobs to fall out of my top or anything like that cause also I've unfortunatly seen that too with some female fighters that don't wear a good sportsbra or strap there boobs to there chest. Oh and another reason was so I had no boundaries and nothing to slow me down or wear me out as I fought.

So I quickly did a few jumping stretches while eyeing down my competition the so called 'Clobbering King" like really who comes up with names like that, I know I shouldn't really talk considering my name is the "Ghost Assassin" but really that name is Not My Fault! Freya made it up and started telling the competition that the "Ghost Assassin" was my name so I kind of got stuck with it since everyone now called me that I just kept it. I gave the Clobbering King a stare down and my best evil eye (Freya thinks I do the best evil eye and when I do she thinks I can scare even the toughest of blokes).

The Clobbering king decided now would be time to start with the trash talk "Is THIS who I'm fighting is this a joke, ARE YOU KIDDING?" he laughed this big chesty laugh that made his beard wiggle. I looked the Clobbering king up and down; he was middle height with lots of muscle, with a shaved head, beard and crazy scar down the side of his face. Knew I could take him down, "Oh so you think I'm a innocent little girl do you? Think again. Come at me old man" I knew that would set him off. He roared and the referee cued us in to start, then the fight began, he ran at me with his arms wide ready to catch me, so I quickly back flipped onto the pole and front tucked over the Clobbering King as he hit the pole. He got really angry then and I fought the urge to giggle as he looked like a goat with his beard and such. So for shits and giggles I decided to hit him in the back of the neck to taunt him. When he turned and tried to hit me, I ducked then stood while leaning to the right and grabbed his arm and jabbed his pressure points his arm flopped uselessly by his side. "WHAT DID YOU DO YOU LITTLE TRAMP! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY ARM?" as he was yelling his face was turning a harsh shade of red, he was starting to look like a scary father christmas. He roared and came at me trying to punch me with his only good arm, I side stepped all his punches with my hands behind my back "Don't worry the paralysis will wear off in a few hours, he roared again while I smirked and at that moment it was time to complete the final strike, as he ran at me I forward rolled between his legs, jabbed his legs on his pressure points making his leg immobile, turned stood up and karate chopped in his neck and he dropped like a sack unconscious. I turned to face the crowd and the referee grabbed my hand and threw it up, "THE GHOST ASSASSIN WINS!" the referee roared I smiled at the roaring crowd with my hands in the air, and for once I felt pretty good. And of course that's when everything turned to hell.