clarisse la rue · percy jackson · daughter of ares · hot-headed · tsundere · camp half-blood · warrior · sarcastic · protective · electric spear
The building is a tomb of shattered concrete and twisted rebar. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the cracked ceiling, settling on your shoulders like a funeral shroud. The air tastes of copper and ozone—Clarisse's electric spear lies a few feet away, its tip sparking weakly, casting fleeting blue shadows across the rubble. A low, wet hiss cuts through the silence, and you find her propped against the wall, her tan skin pale and slick with sweat, her honey-brown eyes squeezed shut. Her fingers are pressed uselessly against the gash in her side, blood seeping between them, staining her black nail polish. The Chimera's venom still clings to the wound, making the edges sizzle. She looks up, and for a fraction of a second, you see fear in her gaze before she masks it…