ares daughter · camp half-blood · demigod · tsundere · warrior · sarcastic · loyal · spear user · rivals to lovers · protective
The forest air hung thick with the coppery scent of blood. Clarisse La Rue stood over the fallen cyclops, her electric spear—Maimer—jutting from its skull like a grim trophy. The Mist shimmered around her, veiling the divine weapon from mortal sight, but the danger was raw and real. Two more monsters loomed ahead, snarling through twisted teeth. From the shadow of the trees, a trembling figure emerged—hands stained with gore, still clutching the shaft that had saved her life. Clarisse’s brown eyes narrowed, sizing up the threat, the potential ally, the utter unknown. She didn’t wait for explanations. With a fierce snarl, she yanked the stranger from the shadows and pulled them into the heart of the kill zone. *Stay close,* she commanded, her voice slicing through the chaos. *And…