Just FYI: before you people freak out at the Latin in this chapter and stop reading my stuff forever (noes! :O) I put the translations at the end! so keep reading plz! Enjoy!

Anne's POV

I caught up to my cabinmates at the swordfighting arena, changing into armor. "What'd I miss?" I asked as I joined them.

Isabel gave me a weird look. "Not much."

"Sorry I just ran out like that," I said, trying to sound relatively sane. "You know how paranoid I am."

"Actually, I don't," Isabel said, scrutinizing me. "You're usually really laid-back. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine, and I'm gonna kick your butt," I said, picking up the nearest sword and miming a thrust at her.

Isabel broke into a smile. I could almost read her thoughts—Yay! Anne's still normal! She didn't go running off into the woods like a crazy person, temporarily (and unintentionally!) possess her boyfriend, and shoot up a random hellhound with arrows! Like she'd ever do that! What was I thinking?

After I put on my armor and chose a practice sword, I joined my siblings in the sword arena, where we went to work practicing jabs and lunges on practice dummies.

Before long, Will called us in to him. "We're going to work on some partner fighting," he announced. "I don't care who is partners with who, except for Anne and Scott. I want you two together."

Traitor!

"What?" Scott said.

"Come on, you guys, all this fighting is getting old," Will said. "It'll be good for you guys to get out whatever you need to now."

I heaved a sigh. "Fine. Let's go, Scott."

He eyed me. "Let's go over here," he said, walking to a far corner of the arena. "I'm not going to go easy on you."

I raised one eyebrow. He could go as easy or as hard as he liked. What it really came down to was height, time spent handling swords and moving around in armor, age, and strength.

Scott: 5'2", ten months, fourteen years, and enough strength to haul back his bowstring but not enough to give the arrow a whole lot of power, especially for longer-distance shooting.

Yours truly: 5'6", two years, fifteen years, and enough strength to haul a runaway powerhouse (or should I say powerhorse) to a standstill halt. Trust me, I speak from experience.

But as he slashed his sword toward me, I leaped back in surprise. "I wasn't ready!" I protested.

"Then get ready!"

"Caudex!" I tend to curse in Latin when I'm particularly angry.

"What?"

"Take that!" I said, cleaving my sword at him while he was distracted by my sudden language change. Ha! He wasn't expecting it and scrambled backwards, stumbling over his own foot.

"That wasn't fair!"

"Life isn't fair!"

"Shut up!"

"Make me!" I retorted, swinging my sword at his ribs. He blocked clumsily but managed to parry my blade. I feinted toward his legs, laughing to myself when he immediately moved his sword to block.

"Too easy!" I taunted, quickly lifting my sword to whap the flat of the blade against the chestplate of his armor.

"Oh, yeah?" Scott leaped back faster than I would have thought possible. "Think again, sis!"

"Odi te," I growled, going on the defensive as his sword swung in my direction. I ducked low and swung at his legs. The flat of my blade connected with his calf and he yelped, dodging to the side. "Ow!"

"That didn't hurt!" I said. "Don't be a baby!"

In a flash his sword was in motion, heading toward me. I leaped back, cannoning into Cameron, who was behind me grappling with Jesse. "Sorry!" I said to him as he jumped out of the way.

"How do you like me now?" Scott grinned as he lunged again.

"I still don't!" I assured him, but I couldn't help laughing as I parried his blade. He looked so ridiculous, coming at me, standing as tall as his five-two height would allow.

"So, have you two worked out your issues?" Will asked, approaching us just as I lunged at Scott. My sword connected with the armor on his arm and clanged loudly.

"Hey!" I protested as Scott retaliated by picking up a dropped shield from the ground and shoving it at me. "No fair! I don't have a shield!"

"Life isn't fair!"

"Hey! You can't quote me!"

"Who says?"

"I say!"

"Guess not," Will laughed, walking away. "You two keep at it."

Neither of us paid him any attention. We'd exchanged our swords for words.

"Cur tam molestus omni tempore?" I hissed at Scott.

"Boró na miloún mia álli glóssa epísis!" Scott retorted in Greek.

"It doesn't work when I know that language, too, stupid," I taunted. "Every Greek half-blood knows it, remember?"

"Then what are you speaking?"

"I'll never tell! There's no way I want you figuring out how to translate it!" I said. "Especially after you spying on me and Leo at the lake! Why are you always in my business?"

"Hardly spying when I can hear you two giggling from all the way across camp!"

"Yeah right, you little stalker!"

"Fine! I did follow you! I was mad at you for yelling at me after I accidentally kicked that lava rock at you."

(In my defense, I yelled in Latin. He didn't even understand me.)

"Well, I'm sorry," I said. "But you still didn't have to spy on me! How close did you get?" I shuddered at the thought of Scott watching me and Leo together. Little brothers and boyfriends should not mix.

Scott smirked. "Close enough to see you two making out."

"O di, odi te!" I yelled, swinging my sword at him. Scott ducked and my blade clanged against the armor that belonged to Jesse, who had been backing up towards us, fighting with Cameron.

"Oh, jeez, I'm sorry!" I called to him as he turned around.

"S'alright," Jesse replied, distracted with fending off Cameron's blade one-handed due to his injured arm.

"Good one," Scott smirked.

I glared at him, but I couldn't help it. I started laughing.

"What?" Scott demanded, pointing his sword at me.

"How in the name of the gods did we turn a minor spat into this two-day war?" I asked, still laughing. "It was one pebble! Sure, it really hurt, but I was angrier at Chiron for not giving me nectar than I was at you. And then you kept sniping at me all the time and I kept yelling at you and it just snowballed from there." I grinned at Scott, who was twisting his mouth like he was trying not to grin.

"Wow. We really exaggerated," he said, lowering his sword. "I was really ticked at you for yelling at me about the rock. And you weren't even that mad at me?"

"Anyone could've kicked that rock. And the burn's starting to go away!" I said, turning to show him. The inch-long burn on my upper arm was beginning to fade.

"We totally overreacted," Scott laughed.

"Excuse me! We?"

"Fine! I totally overreacted!" Scott said, grinning at me.

"Truce?" I said, extending my hand.

"Truce," he repeated, shaking the hand and smiling just as Will walked over.

"I see it worked," he said, smiling and looking very pleased with himself.

"Yeah," I said, for lack of a better word.

"Glad to hear it," Will said before calling to the rest of our cabin. "All right guys, let's get changed and hit the showers."

As we all began to head toward the door of the arena, Scott poked my arm. "Hey, just because we have a truce now doesn't mean we have to love each other, does it?"

I laughed. "No. You'll always be the bratty little brother."

"And you'll always be the bossy older sister."

"Aw, thanks!"

We laughed and fell in line with the rest of our siblings, walking out the door of the arena. I couldn't help grinning. Little brothers never truly grow up.

Lol epic battle! And here are the translations (I did the Latin myself :D but I stole the Greek from google translate haha! Hope this helps! Please review!

A: Caudex!—Idiot!

A: Odi te—I hate you

A: Cur tam molestus omni tempore?—Why are you so annoying all the time?

S: Boró na miloún mia álli glóssa epísis!—I can speak another language too!

A: O di, odi te!—Oh my gods, I hate you!