The chariot races went on without a hitch. Percy and Annabeth had teamed up and won, not too surprising considering their parents were the ones who'd created the individual components all those millennia ago that made the sport possible.
And so the day progressed, and, eventually, swordfighting began.
The members of the seven and Nico found this extremely easy seeing as they were all accomplished swordfighters, Frank excelling at the sport once learning it in the relaxing environment of Camp Half-Blood, taught to him by his sister, Clarisse.
They were at their fifth round when an unexpected, and uninvited guest appeared.
Percy knew, as soon as he saw the golden mask, that his 'brother' had come to 'play'.
Chrysaor hopped on a nearby barrel, "Well, well, if it isn't my little brother," he said haughtily, looking down on Percy, before looking up, "And my older brother, and- is that you, daddy dearest?"
Poseidon growled at being called the father of… that.
"And look," smiled Chrysaor evilly, "I've brought our family…"
Behind him stood Antaeus, Polyphemus, Procrustes and a girl whom Percy did not know.
Behind them all stood Chrysaor's dolphin-man army.
Percy face-palmed, "Oi! Dolphin crew!" the crew looked insulted, "Dionysus," he indicated the god, "Is right here."
Screaming, the crew parted, running away like the wusses they were.
Chrysaor turned back, spitting, "Guess I'll have to do this myself."…
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Haha! Cliffy! Syt!
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peace out yo;P
saw a wedding proposal in the middle of shops today. Eeep!
Bai!