Chapter Three- Roman VS Greek

Jason got annoyed and angry with the plants and summoned lightning to fry the lot of them. The music stopped.

"Yo! Sparky!" Sparky? Jason thought, outraged, as he turned a bit too late to have Percy Jackson tackle him. Jason fell to the floor, his armour weighing him down. He landed with a thud as Jackson rolled forward and came up crouching.

"About time." Jason grumbled, scrambling to his feet, his grip tightening on his sword. "And Sparky?" Percy was on his feet as well, facing him. He smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. Jason glowered at him. "I'm praetor, remember, graecus?"

"Graecus and proud." Percy said defiantly. Jason ran at him, aiming his sword for Percy's gut. Percy jumped back and swung at Jason's hilt.

The war games stopped around the two fighting. Every time their swords clashed, lightning lit up the darkening, stormy sky. Greek VS Roman, sword against sword, son of Jupiter against the son of Neptune/ Poseidon.

Percy ducked Jason's attack and slammed his shoulder into Jason's stomach. Jason stumbled back, managing to regain his balance. He quickly bought his blade down on Percy's unprotected head. Percy slashed up with Riptide, striking Jason's hilt. Jason's sword went flying. Jason recovered quickly and channelled lightning at Percy. Percy countered with a personal hurricane and threw his sword at Jason. Jason shot up, air compressing and supporting him.

"Dude, you can fly?" Percy looked up in awe. "That's just awesome." Jason chuckled, holding out his hand. Air catapulted his sword back to where it belonged.

"Looks like you can't reach." Jason taunted, sitting with his legs crossed on the air. Percy pursed his lips stubbornly, before whistling loudly, a good New York cab whistle. Scipio whinnied in astonishment as a black object zoomed past him and shot straight for Percy.

Yo boss! Blackjack trotted about excitedly, nuzzling Percy affectionately. Ya got me sugar cubes? Percy laughed.

"I'll get you some later. We've got to fly." Sweet! Where to boss? Percy pointed at Jason, who was about as stunned as the rest of the Romans. They had only seen one Pegasus- Scipio. And only Reyna was allowed to use Scipio. He's flying. Why is he flying? Blackjack stared at Percy, who was cracking up. We've got to fight him, ain't we boss? Percy nodded and mounted Blackjack. For sugar cubes! Blackjack neighed in protest, spreading his magnificent wings as he galloped. When he took off, it was one of the best feelings Percy's lack of memory had robbed him of.

They dived at Jason, Percy slashing at him with Riptide. Jason quickly deflected the blade, on his feet now. The Pegasus tilted and swerved gracefully around Jason. They began circling each other.

Now, Percy thought. Blackjack shot forward and nearly rammed Jason out of the sky. Percy concentrated on his connection with the sea and Riptide glowed with a beautiful, turquoise power, similar to that Percy had seen on his father's trident.

Jason's sword suddenly crackled with lightning, illuminating his angry, sweaty face and the Roman glower of power, violence and intimidation.

Percy and Jason yelled in defiance simultaneously, dragging their swords through the air. Lightning and the power of the sea collided and a light blue flare blinded everyone watching, engulfing everything up to the borders of the camp.

When the light finally died, Percy, Jason and Blackjack were on the ground. Riptide shrank into a pen. Jason threw his sword up and when he caught it, it was his golden coin.

Both of them were exhausted. Blackjack was just dazed. Extra sugar cubes for that, right boss? "Yeah… sure thing, bud." Percy took a deep breath and his head cleared. "That was awesome!" He exclaimed in delight. Jason was sitting on the ground.

"I agree with you… but it's really tiring." They grinned at each other.

"I call rematch later." Percy said.

"Yeah, without that lightning-sea power thing." Jason agreed. They nodded, the rematch set. Sugar cubes all round, boss? Blackjack asked hopefully. Anyone who doesn't want theirs, I'll have 'em. Percy laughed heartedly as his friends from Camp Half Blood and the fifth cohort poured out from their hiding places. Annabeth and Grover ran up to Percy as he dismounted Blackjack. Blackjack instantly tucked his legs underneath him and curled his wings up comfortably.

"Alright there, Blackjack?" Sure am, Blackjack agreed, bowing his head under his wing. Night boss.