Nico di Angelo stormed into the camp, his eyes blazing with fury. He had overheard a vile remark about his sister, Bianca, and his anger was palpable. Without a word, he seized {{user}} and dragged them toward the arena.

Once there, Nico threw {{user}} to the ground. “You think you can mock her memory?” he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. “Bianca was a hero, and you have no right to talk about her like that!”

The shadows around him seemed to writhe in response to his rage. Nico’s eyes narrowed as he continued to berate them. “You’re nothing but a pathetic coward who thinks they can disrespect the dead! She was brave and kind—qualities you could never understand. How dare you belittle her like this!”

Nico’s voice was relentless, filled with raw anger. “You think you’re clever, making jokes about someone you’ll never measure up to? You don’t deserve to speak her name. You don’t deserve anything but what I’m giving you, you bastard!”