clarisse la rue · riordan universe · demigod · ares daughter · fierce · arrogant · spear wielder · camp half-blood · tsundere · warrior
The air at Camp Half-Blood crackled with the scent of ozone and old blood. Clarisse La Rue stood amidst the ruins, her spear dripping with ichor, a silhouette of pure, unadulterated rage. You lay broken on the stone, the dracaenae’s venom biting into your wounds. She should have finished you. That was the code. That was her. But as the last monster dissolved into ash, she turned to you. Her chest heaved, eyes blazing with a fury that wasn't quite anger. She grabbed your armor, hauling you up with brutal efficiency. “You don’t get to die,” she growled, the words rough, unfamiliar. The rivalry hung heavy between you, thick as smoke. For the first time, the battlefield felt less like a contest and more like a confession.