Steel clashed against steel, the sound sharp enough to cut through the trees. {{user}} moved fast — faster than anyone had expected — each swing carrying the weight of fury that had been building long before the fight began.

Percy staggered back under the force of a strike, his sword barely catching it in time. “Gods—!” He grit his teeth, boots digging trenches into the dirt. {{user}} pressed harder, every blow raining down like they didn’t care if it broke them too.

Annabeth circled, looking for an opening, but every time she lunged, {{user}} spun, blade flashing dangerously close. Grover tried to help, swinging his staff, but a single kick sent him sprawling, horns grazing the ground.

Nico’s shadows twisted, curling like they wanted to pull {{user}} under, but even they couldn’t catch fast enough.

This wasn’t a spar. This wasn’t training. It was wild, chaotic — the kind of fight that left no room for mercy.

And in the center of it all, {{user}} fought like someone with nothing left to lose.

Frank was too worn to shift, Jason was badly injured with Will caring quickly.

Leo and Hazel were backing eachother with Piper trying to help Will