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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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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.

That gave Luke the opening to get Percy where he wanted him, but he wasn't dumb enough to think Percy wasn't going to be prepared for a straight attack. Instead he pulled a move he grabbed from football of all places. Being the son of the patron god of athletics had its uses. He watched a lot of ESPN.

Luke moved like he was going to hit Percy straight on, but at the last moment pivoted left and turned, blindly swinging his sword to hit Percy in the back of the shoulder. If it didn't work he figured he could confuse Percy long enough to get another hit in.

Percy had immediately brought his sword up when Luke charged at him, prepared to knock the sword away and maybe send Luke off balance. When he swung the shield forward and struck air, he knew he was in trouble.

Percy felt the blade of Luke's sword cut into the back of his shoulder and briefly hoped that it wouldn't bleed. It was a stupid hope because he felt the blood running down his skin almost instantly. It stung like crazy.

He hissed in pain, swinging around instinctively with his sword towards Luke's head. He knew he'd lost but that defensive reaction was just instinct.

Luke knew he had hit Percy, but didn't really have time to be smug when he caught him trying to attack again out of the corner of his eye. He didn't much feel like getting his head lopped off, so he moved back and put up an arm in defense at the same time, resulting in a long slash down the length of his forearm.

At least it wasn't his face again. Still, Luke hissed in pain, because it hurt like Hades. He lifted up his arm so he could get a look at it and frowned when he saw blood running down his arm. "Was that really necessary?"

"It was instinct," he explained, dropping his shield and grimacing again at the continued pain in his shoulder. Percy probably would have done that to anyone just out of pure defensive instinct.

Still, it was a little gratifying to see he'd gotten a good shot in even if it was a little too late. He pointed Riptide towards the ground and leaned on it, breathing heavily and wincing.

"I would have done it to anyone," he added after a moment. "You know."

"Mmm hmm," Luke said noncommittally, not entirely sure if he believed it. "Are you going to be okay?"

He wasn't entirely sure how deep he actually cut Percy. He hadn't exactly been thinking of safety, which was sort of disturbing considering he was careful with the people he usually taught.

"Yeah, it's fine," Percy said, waving that away. He kept Riptide in sword form but changed the shield back to a watch so he could get the extra weight off his tired arms.

"I'll take a swim and I'll be fine," he added, glancing over his shoulder. There was a rip in his shirt and a long but not too deep gash on his shoulder. "Probably ruined this shirt though."

"Sorry about that," he said with an apologetic smile. Luke's arms were sore and his body wasn't going to let him forget that he had been kneed in the groin anytime soon, but he tried to brush the pain off while he was in Percy's presence. "You put up a pretty good fight."

"Yeah, so do you," Percy replied, looking down at the mats for a minute before he stepped forward and offered Luke his hand. He'd lost and while that stung, he wasn't going to throw a tantrum.

Luke was a great swordsman. He knew that even before this match. He was proud that he hadn't gone down easily but he wasn't going to stalk off and pout. He wasn't a son of Ares.

Luke was sort of impressed that Percy was taking this so well. He had expected more of a hissy fit. Just for that he made sure it was the non-bloody hand he shook Percy's with. "Thanks. We should do it again. Was kind of fun."

"Yeah, we should," Percy said, giving Luke's hand a firm shake. Later, he'd probably sulk a bit that he'd lost but he was all right for now. Riptide finally returned to its ballpoint form and he stuck it in his pocket.

"You gonna be all right?" That was a lot of blood on his arm. Percy was just checking out of respect, not because he cared. Of course not.

Why did Percy get all the cool toys? Wasn't fair.

"I'll be fine," he said. "It's not that deep. Trust me, I've had experience with bad cuts."

At that, Percy couldn't help that his gaze went to the scar on Luke's face. He couldn't imagine how much that had hurt when it happened. He couldn't even imagine how Luke had gotten away.

"Good," he said after a moment. "I'd get yelled at if I cut you too badly. People here really like you."

Or Jason Todd did.

"People around here have good taste," he said, smirking.

"Yeah, yeah, I got lectured because of it," Percy said, rolling his eyes and shaking out his hand. "Just be glad I didn't call him your bodyguard. He acted like it."

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