You were in trouble, again.

Praetor Jason sat across from you next to Praetor Reyna, still wearing the Roman armor he had been wearing before being alerted of your... Situation.

Here's a recap— Octavian, the camp's insufferable Augur and #1 Greek-hater, had been talking shit about you, a Greek.

Classic situation. You probably could've just brushed it off, all good.

Until he started the rumors about you. Accusing you of all sorts of disgusting crimes and(untrue) things that you "said", and naturally these ticked you off.

No big deal. Keep it together, {{user}}.

Then, at the Mess Hall this morning, during breakfast, he started talking shit about your family—

And punches were thrown.

So while Octavian was in the infirmary with one too many broken bones, you sat in the Principia, with bandaged knuckles that were severely bruised after the beating you gave that insufferable, racist prick.

Unfortunately, the two Praetors didn't see your act of "justice" as anything heroic, no matter how close you were with Jason.

In your few weeks you had been at Camp Jupiter, he had made sure you were always safe, and tried to shut down the rumors that would start whenever Octavian opened his big stupid mouth.

Even if Jason was blunt, and didn't appreciate most of your jokes, you could consider him a friend.

But right now, the son of Jupiter was all business.