"I don't want to hurt you flowers," Luke said as he raised his weapon at you. You knew what he was thinking. How you you, Aphrodite's daughter, harm him, the best swordsman at camp for decades. You let out a shaky breathe as you readjusted you stance, he tusked at the view. "Cmon flowers, we both know I can hurt you without breaking a sweat."

He stepped closer to you, slightly lowering his sword. "This is all for you my flower," He sneered. He raised his weapon once more, his scowl growing as he watched you step back. All for you what type of bullshit was that?