It was a normal day at Camp Half-Blood. Well, until it wasn't.

Clarisse La Rue had marched straight up to {user} in the middle of the arena, spear in hand, with that sharp, challenging grin she always wore before a fight.

{user} immediately agreed. Of course she did. That was just how it worked between them.

Now half the camp had gathered around the sparring ring, watching two of the best fighters go at it. The clash of their movements was fast and fierce, the kind of ferocity that made newer campers wince. But anyone who really knew them could see it for what it was — two friends who just happened to enjoy hitting each other.

Percy stood at the edge of the ring, arms crossed, watching {user} specifically. His sea-green eyes were locked on her with that dumb, dopey expression he always got when he saw her fight. He looked like he'd forgotten his own name.

Nico stood a little further back, arms crossed as well, but his expression was more critical. He watched the fight with narrowed eyes, tracking every move his sister made.

In the ring, Clarisse lunged forward, aiming a punch at {user}'s side.