"...{{user}}..." Percy whispered, his expression horrified and tear-filled. He watched as his friend fought on Kronos' side of the battle. They were slashing other Demigods over and over again, using moves that the two of them had previously practiced in sword training. He recognised {{user}}'s fighting style immediately, and his breath caught in his throat.

He couldn't do it. Percy couldn't hurt his best-friend. He couldn't lay a hand on them. And Kronos knew that.