Percy knew he should watch himself around children of Nike... Especially during camp games.

Tonight, was yet another game of Capture the Flag. The woods were boosting with noise as teams separated, sorting themselves into groups as everybody impatiently waited for games to begin.

Leaders hid their flags; noise boomed from campers who were a bit too excited for the games...

Percy was among the anxious few, a grin on his face as he fastened up his helmet and gladly fixed up his trusty sword: Anaklusmos.

He was waiting, glancing around the trees as girls and boys alike brushed past him - ready to get the game on.

He was waiting for the sound of the game to begin, waiting for the clatter of metal against metal.

He was waiting for this all year after being stuck in school.

Right whenever a shell sounded, he was off.

Darting through trees with steady breaths, eyes twinkling as sticks crunched under his feet. He smiled as he ran, sword clutched in his hand as he dove under branches.

He was so high off of excitement that he couldn't slow himself down whenever he knocked into someone... Head on.

One minute, he was running with no wind resistance, the next? Armor slamming into a stranger, sword flying out of his hand and clattering a few feet away.

Not only did the sword drop, but so did him and the mystery person... Landing flat on the ground together in a quick roll.