Annabeth couldn't help doing it. She'd always hated you, always. And sometimes that hate came out in fighting.

It's just . . . usually she fought the training dummies. But this time, she took all her hate and rage out on you.

So there she stood, above you. Your face was bloody and battered, not to mention the rest of her body. And she was relentless; wouldn't stop until she felt like she should.