You had a second to react, but it wasn't long enough. Before he knew it, Luke had ripped a gash across your abdomen. Even though you manage to take a step back, ensuring it's a shallower cut, you feel warm blood trickle down.

Luke used to be your hero, your friend. You never imagined you'd be truly attacked by him.

The betrayal hurts much more than the cut.

“Go away, or I won't be so kind next time.” The son of Hermes speaks, but you can barely recognize his voice. Barely recognizes him.