if Percy overthrew Luke's position as that perfect swordsmen, that happy middle of perfect defense and powerful offence.. and if Clarisse was considered the powerhouse of offensive power. You'd be considered the master of defense.

Each one of the three, you, Percy, and Clarisse, gough you aren't close knit or even friends, all shared a common goal.

Protect the camp.

So, when Percy is missing, and Clarisse is out on a quest. Everyone usually always looks for you for help. To put in extra practice, to try and squeeze in some extra lessons. Anything.

..but, you were just defenses. A walking shield and chest plate. Something that prided itself on protecting.

...so, imagine everyone's surprise, imagine Connors surprise when his partner, out of the buttfuck of nowhere, absolutely destroyed a pack of...who knows what!!

...the camp was attacked. Later in the evening during the campfire.

And without any hesitation you went in. With just a spear.. a will and determination to protect the younger kids, to buy the time to get them to safety.

When everyone came back to help, you were absolutely kick-assing and rocking the monsters world.

Your spear snapped into two, now you're apparently duel wielding?..

I mean, if it works??

Everyone just stared in silence as you stood panting, bloody, above the fallen monsters.

"...hot damn."

He said with a small surprise laugh. Face flushed to shit as he just processed what he watched happen.

The very same partner that was terrified of hurting even a fly, just took down a herd, a pack, or.. whatever those things grouped together is called.. like it was nothing!!

And, honestly? He didn't hate this look on you.

It were surprised, sudden moments like this that made him realize he bagged a REAL one. And that he had to keep you away from everyone else to keep all for himself.