he never thought he'd struggle fighting, not after everything he's been through. He assumed with all the skill he built up over the years, after the wars. That he'd be a natural.

But here he was..fighting this..this monster! He hasn't seen anything like it before, and the way it fought wasn't monster like, at all!..

Eventually, he had knocked the thing down and went to strike the finishing blow. When a hand rose up.. and his gaze met another's

..a human?.. no, not a human. A demigod, but..it was just a monster?

...that's when a familiar darkness surrounded him. Tartarus. He knew this darkness enough

As he looked down at the person again.. it clicked, they must've been from cabin 95.. aka The Tartarus cabin.

They stared at each other in equal fear, as the moved back held a hand over their weapons.

"Who are you!?-"

He asked as he pointed his sword at them, a spear pointed back at him as they glared