Salle | Afternoon | Wednesday | February 9

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Getting to the salle had been an ordeal today. Percy had found himself having to dodge little flying men that kept trying to shoot arrows at him. They were small enough and he was quick enough to dodge each shot but they were persistent little dudes.

Eventually, Percy had used Riptide to fend them off and keep them away from the salle so he could train in peace. That didn't stop him from keeping an eye on the door and windows in case they wandered in and tried to shoot him in the ass while he was slicing up a practice dummy with Riptide.

That'd just be embarrassing. He'd had one person profess love to him last Sunday and he'd actually liked that one. He didn't need to end up declaring love for a practice dummy. Having the radio broadcast that would just be awful.

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