It was war. Percy sprinted into the dinning pavilion and glancing over at the Athena cabin table he grinned. Annabeth was sitting next to her half-siblings chatting with them. She was tensed and ready to spring at him. Percy quickly began to pile food onto his plate and, sacrificing a portion of it to his dad, he sat down on one of the Poseidon table benches. From where he was sitting he could see Annabeth clearly. He calmly ate his food, biding his time. Discreetly he slid the miniature gun from his pocket and aimed it at her. She laughed, at something and he loaded the ammunition under the table. Once the gun was loaded he swiftly lifted it above the table and shot. The miniature bullet expanded mid-air, until it was the size of a tennis ball. It flew straight at Annabeth and hit her right between her shoulder blades. Percy grinned. He quickly put the gun back and picked up his knife and fork, stabbing his brisket. Annabeth stood and turned slowly towards him. Her eyes blazed fury.
"Percy Jackson!" She stormed. Percy glanced up from his food and stared at her, innocently.
"Yes, Wise girl?" He asked. Annabeth glared at him and he grinned back.
"Did you just shoot me with a paintball gun?" She accused. Percy tried not to smile.
"I might have," Percy said with a grin. Annabeth frowned.
"This is war," She announced calmly before turning back to her dinner, as if nothing had happened. Percy did the same, with a sly grin on his face.