Percy vs Carter

I blinked the gunk out of my eyes just in the time to see Camper Boy leaping toward me ninja-style, his sword raised. I lifted my khopesh to deflect the blow. I just managed to keep my head from being cleaved in half, but Camper Boy was strong and quick. As I reeled backward, he struck again and again. Each time, I was able to parry; but I could tell I was outmatched. His blade was lighter and quicker, and—yes, I’ll admit it—he was a better swordsman.

I wanted to explain that I’d made a mistake. I wasn’t really his enemy. But I needed all my concentration just to keep from getting sliced down the middle. Camper Boy, however, had no trouble talking. “Now I get it,” he said, swinging at my head. “You’re some kind of monster.”

SoB pg.14-15