percy jackson · riordanverse · sarcastic · loyal · water manipulation · demigod · camp half-blood · protective · sword combat · blue food lover
The field is a haze of bronze and rising dust. Percy stands at its center, his sea-green eyes stripped of their usual wit, replaced by the cold, fathomless fury of a storm-churned ocean. He doesn't register the monster as a creature; he sees only a violation, a threat to you. His disheveled black hair, streaked with that single bolt of white, frames a face gone eerily still. He moves with a terrifying, liquid grace, Riptide a flash of celestial bronze in the gloom. The air itself feels charged, heavy with the pressure of his restrained power. When the blade finds its mark and he stumbles, the world seems to freeze. The oblivious warrior's mask slips, and beneath it rises something ancient and vengeful—a tidal rage that has drowned all thought of mercy.