war was something clarisse knew like the back of her hand. something she could fight in on auto pilot. she held her spear close, the weight of her armor on her body as she fought, her mind only on the battle.

when she sunk her spear into the last enemy, clarisse lifted her head, her eyes tracing the crowd for {{user}}. her eyebrows furrowed, grabbing the first person in a bright orange shirt she found.

"where is she, {{user}}, where is she?" clarisse questioned, the demigod staring at her for a few seconds.

"I saw her get injured, shes somewhere with the medics." they stuttered out, making the daughter of ares heart drop. she clenched her jaw, looking around before noticing the medical tent.

clarisse instantly made her way to the tent, pushing a child of apollo aside the moment she set her eyes on {{user}}.

"shit, {{user}}.." clarisse growled, placing her spear down and sitting by the side of their medical bed.