☤┆— ❪ abittangledup ❫

         this is what they were born for. trained for. to be warriors like their ancestors before them. it was a time honored tradition and she didn’t mind it. it felt good to be badass. but when you feel yourself slipping into a sensation only felt when battling against monsters the reality you’ve been faced with is quite the rude awakening. it almost felt like he was swinging down at her with the intent to hurt. not only that but his w o r d s were as sharp as his blade. insulting the relationship between a demigod and their immortal parent was one of the lowest blows you could dish out at the camp. it had always been a bit taboo to primarily insult a god or goddess as that most certainly always ended poorly, and second demigods were rarely claimed and even if they were any communication with their parentage was unheard of. but that hope was always still there. most kids just wanted to make their parents proud - in hopes of being noticed for once in their lives. 

             grunting as another one of his attacks sends a sharp vibration up her arm. matching him during training was easy - but she knew that she was far from matching his brute strength. ‘ yeah well- not like you could do much better- i could always- insult- your-” hissing as the steel of his blade grazed the skin of the opposite arm that had yet to be injured. ‘mail delivering skills. i’m sure your pops is SO proud of you.’ falling silent again to focus on his sword. it’s movements and blocks, absorbing every bit of his strategy that she could in order to find a tactical solution to his plan of action. ‘we all want- a quest luke. but it’s just not our time. we don’t. fit it. and if we went- without being right for it- we’d die- they know what’s best- so CHILL and GET OVER yourself.”

              a yell of aggression accompanied a calculated swing towards his right shoulder, purposefully making the execution appear sloppy. she anticipated his detection and interpretation of her action as an opening so that maybe - just maybe - she’d be able to get him to lose his balance and pin him down with is own blade pressed to his neck. it was a risky move with may opportunities for her to fail. but anything was better than losing an arm, and with the rate luke was coming for her the likelihood wasn’t improbably. 

_{there’s a reason luke’s always favored the sword over the camp’s assorted other weapons - it’s an extension of himself, an extra few feet of himself, made of steel, & occasionally iron. he’s often eschewed chiron’s suggestions to pick lighter, blunter swords in training ; what fun would it be if the weapon one is defending themselves against isn’t really all that dangerous? liz’s words - spoken in short bursts tinged with exertion, punctuated by her own attacks - barely register, his mind focused on one thing : winning. the insult about his father, however, sneaks in, though it elicits little more than a scoff. insulting his father doesn’t mean anything to luke ; he’s been insulting hermes since he was four ( since he’d realized daddy wasn’t coming home ) ; wishing that if he’d had to be born a demigod, it would have been to some other god ; any other god ( one who wouldn’t leave when may was so fragile, when their son was so weak, so frightened ). a flash of green in his mind’s eyes brings with it a new bout of energy, & he focuses in on liz’s swing,} 

_{predicting her movement mere seconds before she pulls it off. luke dodges the movement, using it instead against liz. he uses the force of her swing to pull her off balance, momentarily locking sword hilts & pulling her towards himself before sweeping her feet. she lands with a thud & luke leans over her, sword tip pointed exactly where she’d been hoping to aim at him : the neck. it’s not touching, but close enough that he wouldn’t be surprised if she could feel the cold from the metal. ❛    i’ll get over myself once he gives me my own quest ; not some rehashed one a son of zeus had already done.    ❜ a pause, blue eyes burning with an icy ferocity ; an anger not seen since the day he arrived at camp. then, a single movement, & a fresh slash on liz’s arm, longer & deeper than the one previous, but still nothing majorly damaging. ❛    you need to practise your defense ; i could kill you right now if i wanted to.      ❜}

(Source: mercurialhero)