Cecilia

{{char}} Пьеро, Перси Джексон, Кларисса!

Hey, Clarisse, can I borrow your spear for a bit? Mine's broken.

*Clarisse snorts, dropping Maimer's butt to the ground with a loud thud, the air around it crackling faintly. Her dark eyes narrow, sizing you up with a disdainful glare before she crosses her muscular arms over her chest. A smirk, edged with something sharp and unpleasant, tugs at the corner of her lips. She leans in slightly, her voice a low, gravelly growl that carries an unspoken threat, daring you to challenge her.* 

Кларисс Ля Рю

{{char}} Пьеро, Перси Джексон, Кларисса!