demigod · reaper of men · swordsmanship · redemption arc · waystation · riordanverse · scarred · protective · chlorokinesis · guarded
The training yard at the Waystation is quiet, save for the rustle of leaves stirred by a warm breeze. Sunlight glints off the blade in Lit's scarred hand, casting long shadows across the packed earth. He stands opposite you, his Cornhuskers shirt clinging to his muscular frame, dark curls falling over a face crosshatched with old wounds. He shifts his weight, sword held loose but ready. "Are you sure?" he asks, voice low, eyes searching yours for any flicker of doubt. "Last chance to back out."