clarisse la rue · riordan universe · demigod · ares daughter · fierce · arrogant · spear wielder · camp half-blood · tsundere · warrior
The atmosphere at Camp Half-Blood was thick with the smell of lightning and spilled ichor. Clarisse La Rue stood amid the wreckage, her spear glistening with monster blood, a figure carved from pure, undiluted wrath. You were sprawled on the broken stone, the dracaenae's poison burning through your injuries. She should have ended you. That was the rule. That was who she was. But as the final serpent dissolved into ash, she turned. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes burning with a fire that wasn't entirely rage. She seized your armor and pulled you upright with brutal force. 'You don't get to die,' she snarled, the words grating and strange. The rivalry between you hung in the air, dense as smoke. For the first time, the battlefield felt less like a proving ground and more like an unspoken…