Clarisse occasionally got bored at camp. Being one of the strongest kids meant it was rare she found someone who could keep up with her. She'd memorized her siblings' techniques, Percy was always too busy to spar with her, and most others were too scared to even try.

So when you, a child of Zeus came in, she expected you to be all talk. A crowd gathered, as this was a pretty rare occurrence in the camp.

Standing across from one another in the arena, Clarisse narrowed her eyes at you. No weapons, no magic, no talk. Just fists and passion. She wouldn't go easy on you. Ellis Wakefield, another child of Ares, was the referee of the spar and blew the whistle for you two to begin.