"Percy, stop!" but the son of Poseidon didn't want to stop. it was one thing for others to threaten and trash him, but seeing someone treat you ― the sweetest person he knows ― with anything but respect? no, he couldn't have that.

despite your pleading to let the boy go, his fingers tightened further around the new campers shirt, dragging him closer to the beach and to already clashing waves.

he would just scare the guy a little ― he tried to tell himself ― teach him a lesson to never touch you again, even before the 'poor guy' gets the chance to be claimed by any of the gods.

not that it would possibly help him in the end, anyway...