Chapter 19 How is this not a movie?

Sarah's POV

Chiron slammed the but of a spear on the dirt floor, making me jump, and yelled.

"What ho! Let's begin!"

The sudden clash of weaponry was deafening, as eight sword's met. Annie whooped, as Annabeth and Claires engaged each other in seagal combat. Annie cheered her sister on. I merely sat in awed silence, as the two girls fought. Claire's sword was a blur of light as she pressed Annabeth hard, forcing her to give ground. However what surprised me was how fast Annabeth could respond, with such a large weapon. Clarice continued to bash her opponent, blow upon blow rained down on Annabeth,forcing her back. It seemed impossible for her to win, Clarice swung prepared to land a devastating blow. Except it missed, l couldn't believe my eyes. Annabeth hadn't moved yet Clarice missed, and the momentum from her swing spun her away from Annabeth. Without missing a beat Annabeth smacked her in the back with the flat of the big sword. Clarice stumbled, off balance, and Annabeth seized her chance. Thrusting a foot forward and tripping the big girl. Clarice tried to recover with a combat roll however there wasn't room. And she ended up stuck on her back, feet in the air against the arena wall. Next to me Annie groaned, and I realized that Annabeth had led Clarice into a trap. Before she could get up Annabeth nelt and took her green banana. Clarice stood, shook Annabeth's hand and moved to join another fight. I flinched as a TWANG SSHH came from behind me, and twin arrows whistled over my head. The shafts cut through the air, aimed at The two girls. Annabeth's and Clarice's reactions were nothing less than cinematic. As Clarice literally slashed the arrow out of it's flight, before it touched her. Were as Annabeth merely leaned back a few inches allowing the missile to pass by and clatter off the wall. I shook my head in amazement, wondering how this was even possible. Because nomater where I looked, Marvel movie fight scenes were going down. As arrows zipped their way across the arena, it became clear not all the archers were equal in skill. Nor were all the sword's men in their reaction times. Which was shown by the wide array of colors the arrows would explode into apon contact. I was watching some unfortunate fighter get covered in orange dye. When Anni patted my shoulder excitedly, I glanced at where she was pointing. What I saw made me sit forward in anticipation, as Jason and Percy began to circle each other.