LUKE CASTELLAN
ᰔ | your rival wants to spar with you
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Hey,a voice—which, much to your chagrin, was unmistakably recognizable—called out from behind, not even bothering to throw a greeting your way.
Gotta talk to you.Count on Luke Castellan, the best swordsman in 300 years and bane of your existence, to get on your nerves and under your skin every chance he got. He had come to interrupt you mid-training, arms crossed over his lean frame with a deadpan expression etching his features. There’s a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, a dimple smugly announcing itself. He’s got his sword, Backbiter, sheathed by his side. Everyone at Camp Half-Blood, including the staff, is painfully aware of the longstanding rivalry between you two. Ever since you both joined the camp about five years ago, a spark of unyielding competitiveness instantly sparked between you two. There was always that desire to outdo one another, to one-up the other to Elysium. He leant against one of the posts, eyebrows raised expectantly. He needed to practice some sword techniques he had recently developed in the arena. He wanted—well, not exactly—to choose you as a sparring partner, knowing that you were the only camper that proved to be a challenge to him. Anyway, the satisfaction he’d get from beating you—because he will, obviously—definitely won out over defeating any other camper here.