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Salle | Afternoon | Sunday | September 5

It was safe to say that Percy had been looking forward to this since he and Luke had made plans. It wasn't just getting to fight someone that he could go all out against, it was getting to fight Luke. Every single time he'd come up against Luke in the last three years, it'd been when Luke had a gang of monsters and minions at his back.

This would be one on one. When he'd met Luke, he'd been easily bested, easily shown up and easily embarrassed. He'd learned though and he wasn't the same person now as he was back then. Percy didn't know if he could beat Luke but he knew he'd give him a tough fight.

For now, he was taking some easy swings at the practice dummies, warming up with Riptide while he waited for his cousin to show up.

[Percy's only gonna be fighting Luke but the salle is totes open for conversation and practice!]

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"I can agree with that," Percy said, lunging forward and trying to bring the sword down hard on Luke's shoulder. It was a low percentage shot, easily seen and blocked but that wasn't going to stop him.

Luke had totally seen that coming, and was almost disappointed in Percy for taking such an easy shot. He blocked Riptide with his shield and used the close proximity to try to get Percy in the ribs.

Sometimes a guy had to take risks and that had been one. He didn't know why but maybe he was hoping the predictability of shot would have caught Luke off guard.

Obviously not.

Still, he was quick enough to jump backwards to avoid getting slashed in the ribs but he was pretty sure he'd felt the edge of that blade against his shirt. Too close for comfort.

Undeterred, Percy stepped forward and tried to smash his shield against Luke's in an attempt to knock him off balance.

That might've worked if, you know, Luke wasn't a giant compared to Percy. Luke decided to give Percy a taste of his own medicine and pushed back against his shield, planting a foot down on the ground in order to steady himself.

Obviously, that plan hadn't worked as well as he'd hoped and Luke's greater strength had him stumbling backwards, completely off his guard again. The only good thing was that the stumble had put him a few feet away from Luke. He couldn't immediately retaliate.

Percy glowered, angry with himself. It was annoying to have to right himself up again.

Luke wasn't about to give Percy too much of a breather. He moved quickly to close the distance between the two of them, keeping his sword low to try to get Percy in the leg. He had given up trying to make this fancy and impressive, he was trying to hit whatever spot he could to make Percy bleed.

If there was one thing Percy was, it was stubborn. Even if he was starting to get the idea that Luke still might be the better swordsman, he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Percy brought his sword down, grateful to hear the metal of the swords clang noisily. Not yet, Luke, not yet. Percy pushed forward, trying to catch Luke in the stomach with the side of his sword.

It wasn't the most graceful of moves, but Luke managed to jump back in time to miss getting hit in the stomach. Thank the gods, because that would hurt and Luke didn't have the nifty healing powers Percy did.

Luckily he managed to recover quickly, and brought his shield down on the hand Percy was holding Riptide with.

That hurt. Percy didn't drop Riptide (thankfully) but his hand started throbbing and his grip loosened on the sword. He was still holding Riptide but just barely.

Knowing he was temporarily disabled, Percy brought his shield up to protect himself while he tried to get his hand to work again.

Luke took advantage of that by taking a page out of Percy's book and slammed his shield hard into Percy's in order to get him to fall over. He was out of breath and kind of sweaty, but this was the most excitement he's had in months.

Well, aside from the whole Rapture thing, obviously.

Percy knew he was going to fall over as soon as Luke's shield met his. The metal ground together for a brief moment before he fell backwards, landing on his backside almost awkwardly.

Now, he was really at a disadvantage and he knew it. His hand still ached but he pushed that aside so he could get a better grip on Riptide and swing it around towards Luke's legs.

Without his own legs underneath him, the strike wasn't powerful but it was still fairly accurate.

Luke had been congratulating himself on knocking Percy over that he didn't even think about him retaliating until it was almost too late. He backed up as quickly as possible, but ended up tripping over his own feet and falling over.

Whatever, a sore ass was better than being sliced up.

What Percy did next was almost instinct. He hadn't expected Luke to go down like that so when he did, Percy launched himself at Luke with the intention of trying to crack him across the jaw with his shield.

Luke groaned when that hit connected and was surprised Percy didn't freaking break his jaw. He was just thankful he didn't bite his lip or anything because, wow, that would be a lame way to lose.

The dirty move (yeah, because Luke hitting Percy in the hand wasn't a dirty move) only served to piss Luke off. His jaw was throbbing, but Luke managed enough focus to use one hand to push himself up and swung his sword around to jab Percy in the thigh. He was being a little less careful to only give Percy superficial damage now, figuring that a demigod could take something a little more serious.

Percy hadn't exactly planned to end up on the ground, tangled up with his cousin but that was how things were progressing. He'd allowed himself a momentary mental cheer of triumph when he'd caught Luke with his shield but that didn't last.

Percy saw the jab coming and tried to twist his leg away because getting jabbed by a sword was going to draw blood no matter what. Percy swung awkwardly with his sword, trying to deflect Luke's shot while he was...sort of on top of Luke.

Well there was no getting up with Percy sprawled on him like this. Luke was strong, but he couldn't lift Percy's weight while they were fighting at the same time. So he stopped attacking long enough so he could roll them so he was on top.

He was so glad there wasn't an audience now. This would be hard to explain.

Ending up underneath Luke wasn't how he wanted this to go. And he wasn't just going to lay there either so he immediately started struggling. The shield proved to heavy to swing so he went with the sword instead.

Luke was too close to try and jab or cut so he reached up to try and slam the hilt of Riptide against Luke's cheek.

Luke was not really looking for two marks on his face, thank you. The struggling was easy to take care of since he had his height and strength behind him. The sword, however, was a different matter. He dropped his own shield so he could try to grab Percy's wrist and pin it down to avoid getting clocked in the face.

Percy's lack of height and lack of strength was something he was going to have to work on. He didn't think he could change it but maybe he could try and lessen the advantage it provided other people.

Percy didn't drop Riptide when Luke pinned his arm but holding onto his sword was pretty much useless. He wondered how pissed Luke would be if he summoned up the water from within him and doused him.

Probably pretty pissed so he didn't. Instead, he tried to knee Luke in the groin.

Yeah, because kneeing him in the groin wasn't going make him pissed at all, Percy.

Considering how close they were, a knee to the groin wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it still fucking sucked. Luke loosened his grip on Percy's wrist without even realizing it, instead focusing on getting revenge for the cheap move and moving his leg so his knee was digging into Percy's hip. He was about to forget the sword and just punch the kid in the face. That could get him to bleed too.

Percy hissed in pain, wondering how he could have missed that Luke's knee was that freaking bony. That was going to leave a bruise.

Percy felt sweat run into his eyes, making him blink. The loosened grip on his wrist encouraged him to try and bash Luke in the face with it again so that's what he did. He went for the chin this time, trying to daze him or something.

The hit connected and caused Luke to roll off of Percy ~~and people were very sad about that~~. He pushed himself up off the ground quickly. He didn't have his shield on him anymore, but it didn't matter. He had won fights without one before.

Percy was a little slower to get to his feet than Luke. His hip ached from Luke's knee but he still had his shield and his sword. Too bad his hand still ached so he knew he wouldn't swing as hard.

He took a minute to wipe his brow and decided that he'd given Luke a good match no matter what happened. He was glad to be off his back though. Percy wasn't going to waste time either, swinging his sword towards Luke's empty hand.

Luke knew his left hand was his weak spot now, and took extra care to protect it, moving to strike at the arm Percy was holding Riptide with.

He wasn't as quick as he had been at the beginning of the fight, but was doing his best to keep his focus even if he could use some aspirin right now.

Percy was going to be grateful for the ADHD that had been looked at as a disability for so long later. For now, it helped him jerk his hand back enough that Luke wouldn't leave him with a bloody stump.

What it also did was bring his sword up against Luke's hard enough that it jarred Percy's already sore hand. He winced and dropped his arm to his side for a minute, leaving him with only his shield as a means to fight with.

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