"Imagine a King who Fights his Own Battles, wouldn't that be a sight to see"- Achilles

**2 WEEKS AFTER THE START OF THE WAR**

He had known the battlefield for a large amount of his life. From his first fight against that furry- he couldn't remember the name- to cutting down hordes on Olympus. He couldn't really remember when he had been doing anything else- battle ingrained into his mind

Yet he was more used as just a card in Positions deck, although the sea god had love for his son, he would not relent in his onslaught against Zeus. 2 major battles so far between forces of Zeus and Poseidon

He wondered if things could of turned out differently- he had lost his optimism after he had drawn first blood a week ago. A young Cyclops of Olympus, who he had jabbed through the stomach. He felt a pang of guilt-drawing first blood, but he had not relented

Yet he still was reluctant to harm unless necessary. Until he had been ambushed- by a few who he had once called him a comrade. He had emotionally detached himself at this point, and did not stop to relent. Anger rushed through he

That's all he felt as he lashed out at some who had once been his comrades- his sword like a whip, crackling down even on those that sometimes didn't deserve it. But the Demigod still did not kill- no. Not the innocent. He had still kept some morals within him, even after years on the field of battle.

Now again, he stood, on the beachhead of the coast of New England- here, a Ocean nymph had berated him, were some forces loyal to Zeus, along with supplies they were guarding, as the thunder gods forces used it as a supply dump- and would likely be critical for his fathers maneuvers and assaults of the holds of the god of Thunder in the area. Him, along with a few Cyclopes and assorted forces of the Sea- whatever was currently available, as the Sea god had spread across a wide front, not going all in with his hand, would be tasked with sabotaging whatever operations they had. A conchhorn tied to his waist, which could signal for reinforcement if needed.

A pouch hanging of his Torso carried Greek fire. It was in a sealed container, and it was enchanted so it could only be broken if the seal was. He would make sure nobody was there

It was a 7 hour treck, through the New England forest. He gestured to the Cyclopes following him, and then to the sea. He dived. From here they could swim-but he wanted to have discretion- they had watches across the coast- but he could pass on from here, as it was a deeper part

It was a 3 hour walk after that swim- of course they wouldn't set up next to the shore... And finally he reached his target. He cursed himself for waisting time. It was about midnight now- atleast he guessed, judging by how dark it was.

So he looked on. A small warehouse, seemingly abandoned. A small stream ran past, and a embankment of wet dirt. Using the water, he could create a sort of layer between him and the ground, hiding any contact he had, and also any contact the Cyclopes had with the ground. But then he made a mistake, loosing focus for a second, after peering over towards the ridgeline- with a few tents visible in the distance

And then he heard the footsteps, the curse of Achillies had increased his hearing. Cursing himself, he moved as fast as he could to cover- but SIlver arrows flew over his head and hit a Cyclopes. He ordered the rest into cover- He would draw them out and ambush them.

They didn't give him much time to think though- as one of them- a girl- he couldn't see to clearly in the night, rushed at him. Knife poised in her hand, ready to go straight for his neck- a chink in his armor.

Her eyes widened in the 2 seconds she had- a mark of recognition. The blade bounced of his neck.

Percy did not relent. She had been going for the kill- and now he threw a punch straight into her face- the rage of the earthshaker with him. And then again- and again, not wanting to kill herwith his sword. His adrenaline was so high that he didn't notice she was a hunter of Artemis. When it finally registered to him- he had a split second to think. What the hell were the hunters doing out here? Whatever it was-this target must be important

Another one- same story- his sword swept down, disarming her, before knocking her clean with the hilt of his blade. The thought of Achilles getting shot in the heel- by a arrow, went through his mind. Same risk, but much less, as one arrow wouldn't be able to penetrate through a chestplate.

Now he rose, thinking it would be best to get confrontational with them. Maybe he could cause a route. The Cyclopes were still in position. He blew the Conch on his waist- the call of the sea sending the hunters back- but most of the Cyclopes had hit the dirt hard. The hunters had flanked- obviously. He now cursed himself, looking back and seeing a mound of dust where the Cyclopes once were

A pang of guilt was sent through to his head- another few dead due to his failure. That guilt turned into anger. He wanted to knock them down hard. No other option now. To Hades with stealth, he could take on all the Hunters- he was confident about that at the very least.

"FOR POSIDIEN!" He roared

He now barreled towards the closest hunter- Blue eyes. He did not register that, as she sent a jab towards him, not recognizing him in the darkness. He slipped right, barely dodging the blade, before sending a kick into the girls stomach, and following up with a uppercut straight to the face- knocking her down. He was about to punch again when he registered the Blue Eyes.

Thailia

Good thing he had not stabbed her- but no time to ponder about that. He had to move fast. Next one- a blonde girl- equipped with a small shortsword- She slashed at him, but he raised his sword to block, before meeting her with a combination of strikes- Left, Right, Uppercut. His mind calculated a million attack patterns before he settled on the best one- Sending his bladed past her arm, and into the hilt of her shortsword, having leveraged his range, disarming her. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay down." He said to the huntress, who was clearly terrified

He now sprinted past, moving towards the warehouse. As long as he could break the seal and toss the fire- the entire thing would surely go up in flames. Celestial bronze and other godly weapons cooked especially well against Greek fire.

Then a voice, a female one, authoritative and assertive, rang behind him.

"Halt." A simple one word command, but with how it rang out through the clearing, it seemed to have a multiplied effect.

A females voice- he recognized it...

He turned around, to see Artemis, godess of the hunt.

Im leaving yall on a cliffhanger very sorry.

Please dont be to harsh as this is my first time writing a fanfic but i'd appreciate any criticism

to highlight something; this story is more about a Percy that isnt so dogmatically loyal, hes calulclating, just like his father and Zeus