This is in the boys 3rd person perspective... AKA they're not in on the BIG SECRET... And don't you people go tell them!
Disclaimer: We don't own PJO, because I am a whale... So neither of us were allowed to own PJO because she is a whale. CURSE MY WHALE-NESS
Chapter 4
Day 3
Percy sat down at his seat in the judges pavilion. He could see everything, the side where the competitors would come out, the side where the legionnaires would come out to fight with the competitors. The scribe stood up and cleared his throat and a very annoying way.
"First we have..." The scribe announced, as if he were important, "George Thera,"
Jason, Frank, Leo and Nico slowly walked into the judges pavilion, trying not to be noticed.
"Sorry we're late," Jason apologized, "We were talking to some competitors,"
"It's fine, just sit down and watch, we have to choose the new legionnaires," Percy replied.
The boys faces contorted with disgust as George was easily beaten by the legionnaire who he was fighting in hand-to-hand combat. Poor George limped off the field, not even making it to the weapons combat.
"Yeah... He's not making it..." Leo whispered to the scribe, who wrote down that George would not be accepted into the legion.
The boys watched from the judging pavilion. The competitors were easily taken down. Broken, bloodied and humiliated, they left the arena in a constant stream of shattered pride. Their dreams of being a legionnaire crushed.
"Andrew Chase," The scribe announced, his conceited voice painfully drilling holes into the boys ears.
A somewhat short blond boy, like Jason, came out. He was extremely agile and fast. He walked up to the legionnaire and looked at him. They started fighting, Andrew slipped in and out of the way of the legionnaire's limbs, like a snake slithering on the ground. After about five minutes, after the amount of time the other competitors were completely finished, the trained legionnaire was on his back, completely dumbfounded.
"He's in," Percy whispered to the scribe, who made a note next to Andrew's name. Andrew walked back out the way he came, muted cheering came from behind.
"Hector Levesque," The scribe said, having trouble pronouncing the Levesque of Hectors last name. Serves him right for trying to act like nobility.
Hector looked like he was practically shaking with nerves, giving the legionnaire a weak smile.
They engaged in combat. It was very interesting, Hector darted around like a bird, as if a small child was simply playing a game. He was very light on his feet, as if he was used to not touching the ground during combat. He managed to be everywhere at once, smacking the legionnaire around the head, trapping the knee and even boxing the ears. The legionnaire just couldn't handle it, at the next strike, he sank to the ground in defeat. Hector stood, looking slightly bashful.
"He's in too," Frank told the scribe.
"Soren Milos," the scribe announced. A boy around Hectors age came bouncing out, as if he was actually excited. Soren seemed to wear a slightly maniacal look, the legionnaire he was facing started to look very scared, after watching his friends being beaten. Also the fact that Soren looked mentally disturbed.
"Be afraid," Soren said, another crazy smile plastered on his face, and they began.
From the way Soren was fighting, it seemed as if he were made of liquid. He melted out of reach of strikes like water and his own didn't seem to pack a lot of power, but the legionnaire contorted with pain every time. After a couple of minutes, the legionnaire seemed to catch on to Soren's style. Of course, once the legionnaire caught on, Soren completely changed the way he was fighting. Instead of being fluid and relaxed, he tensed up. He attacked as if he were a wild animal, a tiger maybe? He trapped the legionnaire's knee and the legionnaire fell to the ground.
"I said be afraid. I hope you are," And with that, Soren helped the legionnaire up. The legionnaire seemed to need to hit Soren, so he tried to strike him from behind. Soren jerked around and grabbed his wrist and the legionnaires face hit knee.
"Don't mess with me," Soren said, the first time a deadly glare replaced his smile. The legionnaire cowered in fear.
"Definitely in," Leo commented to the scribe.
"Uh... Next we have... Marcus Paros," The scribe announced, completely losing his professional air. Another younger boy walked out, he seemed to know Soren because he wore the crazed person look as well.
He walked up to the new legionnaire he was facing and smiled. After seeing what Andrew, Hector and Soren had done to the previous legionnaires, the new one was completely unnerved.
Marcus had no specific way of fighting. Once, he fought like a trained legionnaire. The next moment, he fought like wounded animal, with all her power poured into the strikes. Next, he practically flew around like a bird. The legionnaire pretty much gave up halfway through the fight. The next time he was hit, he fell to the ground in defeat.
"Yep. He's in too. What's with all the good people in a row?" Leo asked.
"They probably know each other," Frank replied.
"Philip McLean," The scribe announced.
A nervous looking boy walked out, his eyes seemed to change colors with each step. Each step gave him confidence. As he stood in front of the legionnaire, he flashed a confident smile and the legionnaire froze, as if entranced by it. Every so often during the fight, Philip seemed to whisper something like a command and the legionnaire immediately responded. After a bit of this, Philip got in the final strike and the legionnaire sat in defeat.
"He's in," Jason decided.
"Peter Rhodes," The scribe announced next. That is pretty much the day of the boys. They sat around, watching the fight and deciding the fate of wanting plebeians.
"I'm bored," Leo groaned, fiddling with some bit of metal. "When will this competition be done?"
"It was done fifteen minutes ago," Jason replied.
"Well why didn't you tell me?" Leo asked accusingly.
"You were too busy fiddling with that bit of metal to listen!" Percy interjected over Frank's head.
"Can you people stop shouting?" Frank asked, shoving the arguing boys away from each other.
"No!" Percy and Leo shouted back. Jason had shut up.
"We have recruits to train," Jason piped up.
"Fine," The boys grumbled, walking into the arena to train the newcomers.
Okay, I have no idea what happened at the end. The boys just kinda took over. Maybe some comedic relief?
Woah, it's been a loooonnnnggg time... Sorry again :P
Constructive CRITICISM AND I AM OFF TO SLEEP!