Thanks for the reviews and favorites last chapter! I will be switching P.O.V occasionally but most of them will probably be Scarlett, Edward or Bella. Anyways, back to the story, this is chapter four!

Scarlett's P.O.V

I looked at Emmett. Well, this guy was going to be a piece of work. His biceps were probably thicker than a tree trunk. He must work out everyday. Seriously, is that all he does? Even now, I'm not so sure about fighting this giant. In my year in Camp Half-Blood, it's been pretty rocky. I mean, besides slashing dummies everyday and fighting with my siblings and friends, the only popular monster I've fought was a cyclops. That was really it. Don't get me wrong, but I have slayed a few hundred monsters. Namely hellhounds and Empousai. That's really it. And looking at Emmett was just like looking at Zeus. Powerful and can do anything to you.

"Scared?" Emmett teased. I stood up straight, trying to get the negative thoughts out of my head.

"You wish." I replied, getting out my sword. His eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Hey! No swords!" he protested. I rolled my eyes.

"Not fair. You have thick muscles while I have scanty ones? There were never any rules."

"Do you want to make some?"

"Fine. Only a takedown. Once you're on the ground, you lose. No killing."

"Deal. There will be blood, Carly."

"It's Scarlett." I snapped.

He rolled his eyes.

I felt several eyes on me. Like the normal instinct, I turned around to see who was staring at me. Big mistake when your outside with a cocky/intense guy. I saw yellow eyes looking at me.

Then the ground shook as Emmett charged. He was barreling straight towards me, running so fast I couldn't see. Then I blinked. Before he wrapped his arms around my thin body and knock me to the hard ground, I swiftly dodged in the nick of time, purposely letting my sword graze his shoulder.

When he realized that I was gone, he bellowed angrily. He reminded me a little of a bull. A huge, talking, pale bull. I imagined him having a ring around his nose and pointy horns. I laughed at the image.

Emmett, who clearly didn't understand my intentions of giggling, thought that I was laughing at the fact that he didn't get me. I snickered and that led to more laughter. What was wrong with me? I hadn't been so cheerful this last few months. Emmett growled at me again, trying to figure out why I was chuckling so much. The look on his face had me guffawing.

I felt the ground shake and saw Emmett charge towards me. I slashed my sword against his arm, it didn't draw any blood, all I saw was just a hollow thing. Like cement. Or crystal? These guys were weird. He snarled in my direction and charged me again. Wasn't he going to ever learn? Instead of dodging, I rolled under his legs. Now, a usual demigod would usually stand up and stick the sword in the enemy's back. But I was having too much fun.

So, I sprinted to the nearest tree and desperately tried to climb up. I've been doing this since I was a little kid. Climbing trees was one of my hobbies and sitting on a branch was another. I groped the rough trunk expertly. Whenever I was doing this, I felt like a invincible monkey. No one could stop me from high up. I heard Emmett sigh in frustration as he looked around from me.

He searched around the trees, thinking that I was hiding behind or underneath them. He then came close to the tree that I was hanging from. I considered taunting him and drop hints on where I was but I decided on something even better.

I judged the distance and how it would hurt if I landed on his back. If I landed on him, I would knock him to the ground since I was high off the ground. But I would hurt myself. Nah, I'll just do it. It'd be so worth it if I saw Emmett screaming and stamping his feet like a little boy having a tantrum when he loses.

I leaped off the branch I was perched on and dropped to him. For a second, I felt my hair all over my face and the wind whistling in my ears. I whistled, giving away my position. I saw Emmett look up for a second before my legs hit his massive chest. It was like kicking an upright wooden table, hard but you could still knock it down. I heard a loud grunt as Emmett crashed to the ground. I drew my sword and clambered on top of him, right above his chest, breathing loudly into his face. I put the point of my sword on his neck. Why didn't he just throw me off?

"So, what were you saying about blood, Emmy?" I teased. "'Cuz I don't see any." He didn't reply. I digged my point into his neck harder.

"Emmy?" he answered raising an eyebrow. Wasn't even scared. Still acting cocky.

"Yeah. Got a problem with that?"

"No. Not at all."

I got off him and walked away, heading back to the house. I heard a lot of giggling and laughing.

"Good."

"I want another fight." Emmett yelled at me. "It wasn't fair you had a sword!"

I turned around. "I'll think about it. Meanwhile, I'll just let you suffer for a while because of your loss."

Another round of giggles. Oh, great, I hoped they didn't take that too seriously. As much as I loved to see Emmett losing, the guy was tough. I was just lucky.

There's the chapter. Hope you liked it. Scarlett might be a little cocky as well but I just wanted to bring out her rebellious spirit.