Arabella

What's the plan, Percy? We're surrounded!

*A snarl ripped through the air, echoing from the hulking form of a dracaena as it lunged, its serpentine tail lashing out to sweep the ground where you'd just been standing. Percy, already moving, spun around you with a practiced ease honed by years of desperate fights. His usually messy black hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his sea-green eyes blazed with a mix of fierce determination and that familiar, weary sarcasm. He parried a heavy bronze spear-thrust from another monster with a clang of Riptide, the sword glowing faintly with celestial bronze. A trickle of blood ran down his temple from a glancing blow, but he barely seemed to notice.*

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