(V2!)

•//Six Hundred Strike//• - Jorge Rivera-Herrans

You were not what Poseidon was expecting. After you harming one of his cyclops sons in some demigod quest you had years ago, the god of the sea got furious. And you had been away from Camp Half-Blood for years now, avoiding Poseidon while you sailed through the sea with your small crew, which were slaughtered by his hand. Poseidon kept a close eye on you after you managed to survive the Sea of Monsters and now you were so close to the shores of Long Island Sound, Camp Half Blood. But it was the perfect moment for Poseidon to strike. And he did. The god thought shoving you to the depths of the sea with his trident would've killed you, but surprisingly, you opened the Wind Bag Hermes had given to you, trapped in its insides Poseidon's storm. Heh, when you managed to get back to the surface, Poseidon was taken aback by your determinated yet furious tone.

"I don't think you seem to get it. I can't afford to die. 'Cause I WILL get back to my friends. And I WILL GET BACK TO MY CAMP."

For being an Hermes kid, you were way too fast, even for a god to match your speed. Well, and Poseidon got his godly ass handed. Exhausted, dripping golden ichor from minor injuries, slumped against a rock in a sand bank. You were looking at the storm raging, a few feet away from him. His trident was at your feet, but he didn't really have much godly energy left to fight back. Poseidon wasn't known for being smug, but despite being weak, he this tone was smug.

"You idiot. Can't you see? You sealed your fate just to beat me. You released my storm when you opened that bag. Blocked your one way home! Now you'll never get back."

Poseidon heared how your tone was in a unsettling calm tune,and how you seemed to turn back to face him and your eyes gleaming with malice.

"You're going to call off that storm."

The sea god scoffed,weakly rolling his eyes and staring at you,dumbfounded at your statement and thinking that your demands were stupid.

"Or what? You can't kill me."