Here is the first fight scene of this story. I never really know how to write fights that well so hopefully it lives up to what you guys want. Oh, and if there is any character's POV that I didn't put in the last story that you want in this one, tell me and I will try to make it happen.

"Well shit." Was the first thing that Percy heard before the sound of metal cutting through the wind. He dodged it just in time, to hear the crack of it and feel the force of the wind that caused him to fly backwards. He had to scramble his brain to think if Xerxes was a child of Zeus or not, because that was definitely not natural. Before he could even draw Riptide, another round of the whip was headed right for him.

Percy didn't know how this guy could be so fast. That whip had to weigh at least a few hundred pounds, but he swung it like it was a jump rope. He barley rolled out of the way in time. One of the swords stabbed into the ground. This gave Percy only a second, but a second was all he needed to bring Riptide out of its pen form.

"That small blade of yours will not be enough to stop me." Xerxes said, yanking the whip free and bringing it back to his hand.

"You are not the only one to tell me that you know." Percy said, feeling almost insulted, "Riptide as never failed me before." He proclaimed proudly.

Xerxes didn't even flitch, instead his whip went for another round. Percy almost getting hit, Xerxes flicking the whip like it was made of air. This was the pattern of their battle. Over and over again, that was all it was. Percy was beginning to tire, he was getting slower, and the swords at the end of the whip were getting closer. It also didn't help that they were surrounded by an army of "immortals" as well as all of Camp Half-Blood.

Even though he swore on the Styx that he wouldn't touch Camp Half-Blood, Percy never really knew what would happen if someone went against it. He foolishly looked at Annabeth. Her mouth a straight line, brow creased in worry. That was all he had the chance to see, before he felt metal cut through his skin. One of the blades ripped into his arm, from the wrist to the elbow. Percy cried out in pain, falling to his knees.

A scream from the side that the campers were one, if it was Annabeth, someone else or Percy himself he didn't really know. "How do you expect to win this duel, if you don't pay attention to your opponent?" Xerxes said, scowling at him. "I may have never been to this Camp, but I do know how to fight." This guy was incredible. Teaching Percy how to fight, in a fight to the death with himself?

"I know how to fight." Percy spat, it was different for him. He didn't know what it was that made this guy anger Percy so much, but he just couldn't seem to want stay focus.

"You are not showing me that side of you right now child of the sea. Maybe the time you spent in Tartarus has taken away your talent." Xerxes said, this was making Percy pissed off. Now the guy was insulting him, trying to kill him and teaching him all at the same time. These three things separately Percy hated, but together, was just outrageous.

"Perhaps it would be easier if I gave you a class of water?" Xerxes said, I hint of amusement in his voice. "You can call off the duel if you want, but my army will invade your camp, and as you can see, it far outnumbers your little camp."

"Who knows maybe this time you will be able to take out a small group of warriors, that didn't seem to work so well for you last time." Percy said, standing to his feet, holding his arm. After he said the comment, Xerxes amused face disappeared and Percy could have swore he saw an eye twitch. That must have pushed a button.

"Enough of these games." Xerxes said, then he threw the whip again, this time it was faster. This guy had been holding back until now, only this time the whip missed Percy, and went behind him. Making a small cut, but a cut non the less on Annabeth's cheek. Percy saw a small amount of blood, fall from her face and onto her neck, before she covered it with her hands.

The next few seconds were a blur. Percy rushed Xerxes. Riptide in his hand, he almost couldn't control his body, seeing blood on Annabeth had made it seemed like he was back in the underworld. He failed to protect her, both their and now here in real life. Xerxes threw his whip again, Percy made no notion to dodge it. Instead, he did the only thing he could do. He only did it once before and it woke the monster Typhon. He called for the sea within him.

The whip's blades hit Percy right in the chest, a kill shot. Only instead of him falling down dead, he run through them. He didn't look down, he already knew what had happened, even if he didn't know how. The blades passed through him, as if he was made of water. When he reached their handler he thrusted as hard as he could into Xerxes's arm.

Xerxes cried out in pain as he dropped the whip. Percy, brought Riptide back and made a sweep for the giant man's legs. Nearly cutting him in half. Causing the man to fall, he then raised the sword above his head going for the finishing blow, before words stopped him.

"I have lost." Xerxes said, in almost a whisper, casing Percy to still his movements. "Do it, Perseus, send me to Tartarus." The word itself caused Percy to shutter. Thinking of it, did this man really deserve that? For years Percy had been sending monsters there and not caring about it. Now that he knew first hand what it was like, could he condemn someone else to it as well? No. No one, not even the most evil deserved that fate. He wouldn't do it.

"I can't," He said, not looking at Xerxes, "I won.." He was cut off by the feeling of sharp pain and the sound of screaming. Annabeth was screaming. Percy had just enough time to look down, and see Xerxes, with a small dagger, stabbed into Percy's rips. Then everything was black.

Back to Percy being hurt. Tell me what you guys think.