They decided winner of the epic sword battle that was fought between Jason/Perseus and Jackson/Grace was that there was no winner. It was determined that contest was a tie albeit with plenty of upset reactions and debate about who really one. Some said that Jackson's sword left his hand first and others claimed that Perseus was disarmed a fraction of second before Jackson but the majority decided that a draw was fair.

The sword fight took place on the morning after the Feast of Fortuna. With one event already completed it left the remainder of the day free and the next to finish Moderns versus Original competitions. Thanatos wanted to knock out the events as quickly as possible. Immediately after the decision of sword fight was made he rushed everybody onto the next event. The events that followed were a wide variety of several challenges.

The first was a spear fight between Achilles and two patrons from the Moderns. The two Moderns that were chosen were the best spear fighters that they had to offer. It was decided that it was to be Gwendolyn and Clarisse La Rue would be the tributes. Achilles was armed with his spear and shield, Clarisse had her electrical tipped spear and her shield, and Gwendolyn had her hasta spear and shield. After a twenty minutes of non stop action Achilles managed to knockout Gwendolyn with a bash from his shield. Then after another long five minutes later Achilles was eventually able to force Clarisse into submission by laying her flat on her back while holding his spear tip at her neck. Throughout the fight Achilles displayed his mastery over the shield and spear combination. Even without his River Styx Curse he was almost invincible.

After that there was a pegasi race. Bellerophon was the obvious choice for the Originals and he rode his Pegasus, Pegasus; the original of his kind. He raced against two moderns; one from the Greeks and one from the Romans. The riders were Butch the son of Iris and Reyna. Reyna rode her Pegasus, Scipio and Butch was allowed to ride Blackjack with Percy's permission. Blackjack arrived on the Argo II and as well as great number of other creatures and people from Camp Half-Blood. The Argo II was huge and could house many people but Camp Half-Bloods numbers occupied half of the ship. The Second Titan War had cripple the size of their population making it a fourth of the size of Camp Jupiter's.

The race wasn't a generic "from point A to point B" race. The riders had to fly through rings of fire, avoid getting hit by arrow volleys (non-lethal of course), getting unseated by dive bombing giant eagles, and evade harpies that attacked them. Plus, the other riders were allowed to attack each other with bows, javelins, swords, spears, or what ever weapon they had. Even ramming their pegasi into each other or hijacking another riders pegasi was permitted. Reyna being the least experienced rider was eliminated early on in the race after falling off Scipio when he tried to barrel roll to avoid crashing into a tree. One of the eagles grabbed her just before she hit the ground. The race was won by Bellerophon but only by a hair's length with Butch hot on his heels. Bellerophon and Pegasus displayed their complete trust in each other which allowed them to maneuver as if they were one.

The event that occurred next was an archery competition. Odysseus was the chosen archer for the Originals and the archers for the Moderns were the best archer Camp Jupiter had to offer and Will Solace from the counselor of Apollo cabin. The objective of the contest was simply to eliminate your opponent before they eliminate you. The contestants used non lethal arrows but that didn't prevent them from hurting like hell when getting nailed by one of them.

Odysseus and the Moderns were taken to the Fields of Mars, placed on opposite ends, and then were told to hunt and eliminate each other. Will Solace was knocked out as soon as the match began. Odysseus had calculated where his adversaries were starting from, pointed his bow in that direction, made some minor adjustments to his aim, pulled back on the string, and let an arrow fly. He quickly reloaded and fired again. Will took a single step forward and walked straight into an arrow that seemed to appear out of thin air. The arrow crashed into his helmet and knocked him out cold. The other arrow missed the face of the Roman by centimeters causing her to jump back in surprise. She realized she was outclassed and changer her tactics. She crept around the fields like a small rodent while trying to make herself as small a target as possible. However she made the fatal mistake of over exposing herself behind cover. Odysseus spotted the small target from yards away from his position and before the girl could even bring her body back undercover in time an arrow smacked into her side.

With alms all the events completed, daylight fading, and the Moderns getting their butts kicked, everyone found themselves back where they started at beginning of the day, the Coliseum. The competition was between Leonidas and his forty Spartans verse fifteen foot soldiers from the Romans and fifteen from the Greeks. The Moderns also had the aid of Queen Hylla herself. The game was simple: one team would be caged up in the Coliseum at a time as an endless horde of scorpions attacked them. Each team had ten minutes to kill as many scorpions as they could in the time allotted. Who ever had the most kills after the time was up would be the winner. First up was the Moderns. They racked up about 125 kills in all. It was a very impressive number. However the Spartans took their turn and they proved that the legends about them were more than true. They were a well oiled machine that worked in perfect unison. They brought in 300 plus kills.

After a long day of entertainment the last of the events had finally arrived and the sun had finally set. The Coliseum was lit brightly with color changing torches. Dinner was served by venders walking up and down the bleachers of the stadium. This event was the one that had been anticipated all day long and had the most hype. The event was to be hand to hand combat and there was only two Originals left who hadn't participated the previous competitions. Hercules and Theseus were the final two heroes.

From the center of the arena hovered Thanatos inches above the sand with Theseus and Hercules standing behind with their arms crossed.

Thanatos spoke in his usual theatrical voice, "Who wishes to challenge these two men in unarmed combat?"

No answer.

"Anyone, anyone?"

Again, no answer.

"I understand the hesitation of testing your luck against the strongest and greatest hero ever known but we still have Theseus here. He's ready to take one of you lucky members of the hero society."

Theseus compared to Hercules was an ant. Hercules almost stood seven feet tall while Theseus was a whole foot shorter. Sure, Theseus was muscled but his figure was more slender and toned rather than hulking like Hercules. He also looked like he couldn't have be older than eighteen. Compared to the other Heroes of Old, he had no battle scars, and no signs of disfigurations on his face from past wars and long campaigns. It looked like he hadn't even begun to shave yet. He had no mass amounts of armor on him and nor did he cary any grand weapons. Theseus was dressed in his plain olive green tunic. He looked like a plain old teenage harmless teenager but still no one rose to the challenge. They were discouraged by the look in his eyes, the piercing green eyes that were the deepest depths of the ocean. His eyes spoke more about his capabilities as a warrior more than his sword, cudgel, and shield. They told the onlooker that he was a killer, an efficient one at that, and he meant business.

Thanatos sighed in defeat. He was convinced that no one was brave enough to face Theseus but suddenly out of the crowd a very large boy shot out of his seat and he looked almost as big as Hercules.

"I'll fight him, no problem," the boy said confidently. "Look the size of him," the boy sneered sizing up Theseus, "this will be over quick." Unlike everyone else this demigod didn't happen to notice the calm, cool, collected expression on Theseus's face and the hero's intelligent posture.

Thanatos shouted in thankfulness that someone was actually dumb enough to fight. "All right, step forward young one, disarm yourself, remove any weapons on your person, remove your shoes, and step down in this arena, and stand on the white line!"

As the boy made his way down into the pit of the arena Thanatos questioned him, "Who's you godly parent boy?"

"Kratos," the boy bellowed arrogantly in response.

"Ah, the God of Strength! What's you name son?"

"Biff," Biff said as he finally climbed down into the arena and reached the white mark on the sand.

Thanatos smiled behind his cowl, "All right, let's get ready to rumble!"

Thanatos gestured for Hercules to vacate the arena as he hovered out of harms way like he did for the sword duel. In preparation Biff hunched down like a football player waiting for the ball to be hiked. Theseus quietly made his way to his starting point. Unlike Biff, Theseus made no attempt to ready himself or actuate himself into a fighting stance. Instead, he just stood upright with his arms crossed with a bored expression on his face.

"I heard about you," Biff called to him from across the arena. "You've killed a lot of people. So have I." Everyone in the Coliseum understood this was a blatant lie.

There was no response from Theseus. There was only the same calm and bored expression.

"You want to know the difference between you and I?" Biff continued. "It's that you fought-if you can call what you did fighting at all-like a coward, killing your enemies when they weren't even ready! You might've well have just stabbed them in the back or slit their throats while they slept." Biff laughed. "Oh wait you did kill one of your enemies in their sleep. Did you know that Percy Jackson killed the same monster that you did, TWICE, and his first time he was only twelve years old, and guess what, it was awake!"

The whole crowd just sat in silence and prayed for Biff's sake that he would just shut his out before he got himself killed. They were all under the impression that Biff must have been either really stupid or really stupid. However, Theseus didn't seem to even notice the boy heckling him. Thanatos was amused by this one-sided exchange and let Biff continue his rant.

"You're noting but a coward!" Biff was shouting now. "Then, when you couldn't figure something out yourself you had to go get help from a puny mortal, coward! You're not only a coward but also an arrogant douche. You think you're so smart, I'll show you!"

Theseus felt his cheek muscles float upward as his lips curled into a grin.

"What are you smiling at?" Biff giggled cockily.

Theseus's response was to widen his grin and began laughing.

"What's so funny?" Biff snarled.

More laughing.

"What's so funny? TELL ME!"

Theseus shook his head, ceased his laughter, but the smile was ever present.

Biff growled. "That's it, you're dead meat!"

Thanatos was satisfied, he raised his hand in the air and let it drop. There was no cheer from the audience this time around compared to all the other events that began with an uproar.

Biff broke out of his football stance like a cannon ball being shot from a rail gun. He charged at full speed with no intention of stopping until he made contact with Theseus. The whole length of his sprint he snorted like an enraged bull. Theseus waited patiently for his attack. Looked like Theseus was going to allow Biff to ram in to him but at the last second, when Biff was just a couple feet away, Theseus side stepped casually and outstretched his leg. Biff noticed the move but it was to late. He tried to slow himself but his momentum was too great and all he could do was skid in the sand. The huge boy's legs tangled with Theseus's and Biff went airborne. He soared through the air like an eagle for a couple seconds and then gravity came into effect and pulled him down with full force. He dropped like a lead weight. On impact with the ground a cloud of dust was lift distorting the audience's view. After several moments of lying face down in the sand Biff slowly stood to his feet.

"I'm going to kill you," Biff managed to croak with rage coursing through his veins.

"Gravity is a bitch isn't it?" said Theseus indulging in the language of the current time period. This was the first Theseus had spoke all night.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Biff screamed.

Biff let loose a blood curling wail and charged in a blind furry swing his arms like a windmill. Theseus dodged every attack with ease and simply let Biff tire himself out. First the amount of strikes he threw decreased, his ferocity was weakened, and eventually he began had to pause hunch on his knees and gulp for air. Theseus went in for the finisher. He fired off eight strikes in rapid succession. The technique he used was similar to starting at the bottom of ladder climbing it one rung at a time. The first strike was a stomp to Biff's toes, followed by a hard knee to his groin, two punches into his belly, a chop to the side of his neck, a jab to his noes, another jab to his eyes, and Theseus finished it off by smacking his palms on top of Biff's ears. Biff fell forward towards the ground too incapacitated to even put his hands out to prevent himself from landing straight onto his face.

Theseus bent over Biff's limp body and grabbed the back of his head by the hair and held his face up to the crowd.

"Our friend here is rather large don't you think? A growing boy like him has to be hungry all the time to keep those muscles nice and firm."

Theseus smiled and slammed Biff's face into the dirt. "Here's some protein, eat up!"

After Theseus satisfied himself a while longer by rubbing Biff's face around in the sand he determined the son of Kratos had suffered enough. He dropped the boys head, stood to his feet, kicked Biff in the ribs one last time, and walked out of the stadium without saying another word.

"Uh, it seems our winner is Theseus by way of knock out," Thanatos said in a shocked and disturbed tone.

There was no cheer but a trance-like round of applause. A few people must have peed their pants from the brutal and ruthless demonstration they just witnessed. No one ever mistook Theseus for being weak or inexperienced ever again from that day forward. Theseus was not one to reckon with or take lightly evidence of Biff's beating.

When the initial shock had worn off and Biff's limp unconscious body was dragged to the medics Thanatos retook his duty as official announcer again.

"My wasn't that an impressive...fight." His brain told him to say murder. "I know you are still amazed from the last fight but we still got one more contester and this next fight will be even more amazing!"

A fragile attempt at cheering.

"Do I have any volunteers?"

Silence.

"Any takers?"

There is definitely no one in their right mind crazy enough to fight Hercules with their bare hands, thought Thanatos, but then a lightbulb went off in his head. 'Bare hands, bear hands,' of course a bear! A bear could fight Hercules and not just a bear but of creature from the animal kingdom!

"Well since there is no volunteers I get to choose the lucky fighter..."

Eyes were shut, breaths were held, and bodies ducked for cover as they preyed not be called on. The Coliseum was a class room were no one wanted to be called on by the teacher because they didn't now answer.

"Step into the arena FRANK ZHANG!"

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