[ something registers before anything else: his blade did not pass through her harmlessly. there was a cut, and she felt pain.
he'd suspected she might not be a regular mortal from her questions, from her reactions. but this confirms it. and there's something else, too -- she doesn't turn to dust, like a monster. she's something else, maybe something like he is.
but percy's distracted with this line of thought, and she isn't. so her first strike hits, the next doesn't, and the last knocks riptide out of his hands. the blade will return to his pocket in pen form -- but not for a couple of minutes, which can be a long time in a spar. his hands are empty now, but he tries sweeping a leg out, aiming for her newly injured one again, hoping to knock her legs out from under her. ]
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he'd suspected she might not be a regular mortal from her questions, from her reactions. but this confirms it. and there's something else, too -- she doesn't turn to dust, like a monster. she's something else, maybe something like he is.
but percy's distracted with this line of thought, and she isn't. so her first strike hits, the next doesn't, and the last knocks riptide out of his hands. the blade will return to his pocket in pen form -- but not for a couple of minutes, which can be a long time in a spar. his hands are empty now, but he tries sweeping a leg out, aiming for her newly injured one again, hoping to knock her legs out from under her. ]