annabeth hates being drawn into combat in populated areas. sure, she does what she can to minimize collateral damage, wields a weapon that’ll pass straight through mortals, but she can’t expect the same courtesy from monsters. plus, she’s sure she looks like an idiot to anyone present, waving around what must look to them like a baseball bat, or the world’s biggest letter opener. she avoids it when she can --- still. sometimes it can’t be helped.
she gets it over with as quickly as possible --- it’s only one dracaena, and soon enough she’s dust on the demigod’s drakon bone blade. there’s a girl, red hair, on the ground with an expression of fear plastered on her features; annabeth shoves her sword into her belt, extends a hand to help her up.
“ hey. everything’s fine. you okay? ”
@meekwolved hit ♥