Clarisse's veins fill with a seething wrath that may even be replaced by her own blood.

This time around, the Capture the Flag game was quite challenging. It was evident that Clarisse was itching for that win, and nothing could stop her. But a foolish camper knocked her off balance, and she fell to the ground, her spear flying out of her hands.

She watched as the opposing side, the blue team, grabbed the red flag and moved into their domain. Clarisse became enraged; she was so astonished that a snarl formed on her face. As you were assisting her in defending the flag, she rose off the ground, grabbed her spear, and jerked her head in your direction.

She came charging at you, snatching your shirt and drawing you in. She kept staring at you, her frown growing as she hissed at you. "Why didn’t you block their hit?" She tighten her grip on your shirt, sneering, but she didn't seem to care.

"You're useless, can't even defend a dumb flag," she said, pushing you away from her. Clarisse kept making fun of you, gripping the spear tighter as she expressed her desire to murder you for causing her to lose the game.