I've decided to post this small, short, cute little fanfic I thought up of one day as I was reviewing my previous posts. I mean, how many times will you ever see Percy and Paul go head to head in sword fighting? Not many.

Warning: This fic is extremely short. Read at your own risk. (Haha, I've always wanted to say that)

Oh yeah, and my apologies for taking so long to post a story. My list had run out of good ideas for stories some time ago. Darn imagination. It's left me for the time being.

Last thing I always forget to do. Percy Jackson does not belong to me.

I couldn't believe that I was actually doing it.

"Paul? You sure you want to do this?"

My stepfather, Paul Blofis was grinning at me in a confident way as he blew aside the one advice for preventing a humiliating loss from his stepson and a severe blow to his ego.

"Nah, Percy." he said casually, twirling the makeshift sword he had in his hands like they do in the movies. "Give me all you've got."

Not too long ago, as he was picking me up from my last stay at Camp Half Blood, Paul had challenged me to a sword fighting duel. Now, at the time, I had thought that he was joking. After all, I'd been training with swords since I was…twelve. And him? He'd done a play with it. Sure, he was a smart man, and the overall concept was sure to stick with him. But against a demigod? I guess he knew less about us than I apparently thought.

"Paul," I tried valiantly one last time. "Are you absolutely positive?"

Paul lowered his "sword" (which happened to be a big stick we'd found in the basement) and stared at me dejectedly. "Yes! Of course." And then he grinned at me. "Or are you too scared to face such a master like me?"

It was only then did I conclude that he was pulling my strings and really begging to be painfully defeated. Shaking my head, I sighed exasperatedly, "Bring it on."

Paul attacked without hesitation. Riptide flashed in the air as I immediately had to raise it above me as Paul tried to wack me on the head. A simple move, I had to admit it, not one that I'd had expected. I thrusted his sword away from me, and slashed toward his torso. An extremely obvious strike, but Paul had to jump away at the last second from being skewered.

Not that he had to worry, of course. The celestial bronze metal in Riptide would have just passed right through him, being a normal human and all. Mortals had it so lucky.

Paul glanced at me again, a more focused light in his eyes. I grinned, and tried my own attack, which he surprisingly blocked at the last second. Not bad. But not good enough.

"So…Percy." he tried to make small talk as we both focused on not being hit. "How long have you been training with swords?"

I half shrugged as I had to counter his move. "Not long." I retaliated with my own strike. "Give or take four years, plus some battles and skirmishes with monsters to help."

Paul nodded, taking in the information in stride. I had to hand it to him. He didn't seem phased by the fact that he was battling a demigod. We kids were practically raised to hold our own in battle.

But a few minutes into the battle, I could see that he was tiring out. His face was beet red, sweat was dripping down his neck like a small storm, and I could hear his breath coming out in short, shallow pants. Grinning to myself, I decided to finish it. Might as well save Paul from the humiliation of losing to a kid from falling down in pure exhaustion. He'd already learned his lesson anyway. Two of them to be exact.

Lesson one, I thought to myself as I proceeded in giving Paul an onslaught of moves that I'd been holding back from him from the very beginning. Paul huffed and puffed like the big bad wolf as he tried to keep up with my attack. A slash there, a feint and strike here. Only the campers for Camp could have successfully blocked every move. I refrained from smirking, though, taking into consideration of the fact that that would only add insult to injury.

Lesson one. Sword fighting is harder and more energy draining that it really looks like.

Paul finally held up his hands in defeat after a minute of my tirade. I stopped mid-strike, and then finally allowed myself a small smiled as he bent down, hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

"So…Paul." I tried casually as I took out Riptide's pen cap and touched it to the tip. It immediately transformed back into a harmless writing utensil. Paul was still breathing in deep, gasping breaths of air, not making any sign that he'd heard me. I continued on anyways, unperturbed. "I take it that this satisfies your curiosity?"

Paul closed his eyes and nodded, finally finding enough strength left over to prop himself back into a standing position. "Like a cat." he mumbled out weakly.

I grinned. Nodding to myself, I finally walked over to him to help him out. Personally, I felt great. It was really nice to finally be able to refresh my muscles, to get that Camp Half Blood training vibe for a second. But then again, that just leads into lesson number two.

Lesson two, I concluded to my smiling self as Paul and I walked out of the park and back to the road to find a taxi.

Never underestimate Percy when he comes with a sword.

Yup. Percy pawns Paul. What can you expect though?

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I promise to try and post faster next time!

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