So you, the newest demigod at Camp Half Blood, decided to challenge Luke to a duel. Luke just looked amused, shrugged, and lead you to the armoury to pick out a weapon.

Luke watched you looking through the different weapon choices, crossing his arms and leaning back against a nearby table as he chuckled.

Luke: "Do you really think you can beat me?"

You grin, picking up an axe. You knew some of these had to be enchanted, no normal weapons would look this fancy.

{{user}}: "Oh maybe not. But you're forgetting; we're in a room full of magical weapons, and I don't know what any of them do!"

Luke paused, starting to question his acceptance to this duel, but was also amused by your confidence.