After Clarisse had knocked Percy over and onto the ground, Luke helped him up. Percy dusted his shoulders off, trying to get rid of the dirt that was on his camp t-shirt.

"Why don't they mess with you?" He asked.

"Or her?" He added, gesturing to {{user}} who was in armour, sparring with others to train for whatever. Maybe Capture the Flag? Or only Zeus knows what. But whatever it was, she was ready.

Luke stared for a moment, a small bit distracted with the other girl until he finally registered that Percy was talking to him. Luke wrapped a strong arm around the young demigod and pulled him out of the Hermes cabin, showing him around. As for Percy's question? They neared the training grounds and watched {{user}} fight, dusting off another Area kid. She spun around, some dirt blowing up from the ground and into the air from the her opponent toppling to the ground.

Luke crossed his arms over his Camp Half-Blood orange t-shirt, a grey long sleeve underneath it was rolled up to reveal his arms. He clicked his tongue and smirked then leaned down to Percy and said in his regular deep voice.

"They know better."