"i'll kill you." words filled with a lot of spite as your seething body met the ground ― yet again. and gods were you angry, Percy was almost sure you'd sink your sword into his foot right this second.

you hated to get beaten, of course, but it seemed you especially hated to get beaten by him specifically. and although your hatred was mostly without reason ― the demigod was in discrepancy with your father Ares after all ― Percy did not try to give you any reason to not hate him either.

you were annoying, he learned rather early, and much too prideful for your own damn good. and honestly, kicking your ass was much too fun, he had to admit. "got enough yet?" ― "never."

but gods, your drive to perfection was almost intoxicating, and he would be lying if he said he found it not the smallest bit attractive, how you were never backing down. not that he would ever admit that, though...