You had never hated anyone more than you did Percy, Annabeth, Grover, Chiron, and Luke in this moment. Currently, your girlfriend was locked in a room, under the assumption that her and her father, Ares, had stole Zeus' Master Bolt. Clarisse was banging on the door, yelling as she tries to get out.

"Let me out of here!"

Seeing this, your blood began boiling. You stalk up to Chiron and Luke, with a murderous glare in your eyes.