For a few seconds, time stood still.

Both combatants faced one another, trying to determine who would make the first move.

Finally Davos lunged forward with a warcry as he intended to end the battle in a single strike, their two blades met and the struggle was incredibly brief before Percy overpowered his half-brother.

The second iceblade slammed against Davos's shield and the impact sent the godling skidding across the floor, only barely managing to hold on to his weapons.

Not one to be easily discouraged, Davos merely moved for another attack. And then even more after that.

He might as well have been hitting a rock. Percy wasn't moving in the slightest and barely put in any effort at all in blocking the stabs and slashes that came at him.

Truth to be told, Davos had never been so frustrated in his entire life. In most fights, even when he was being outclassed, he was at least able to leave a mark of some kind. His attacks usually did something, even if it wasn't enough to win the fight. But in this case it was like fighting a mountain using a stick. Not a single scratch was visible on his armor at all and the King didn't appear to be fatigued, let alone harmed.

In rage and frustration, he recklessly charged at the opposing warrior.

Only for his blade to be caught against the armguard and an armored knee was slammed into his gut with such strength that Davos felt the contents of his stomach rising up his throat and spilling out on the ground. His vision swimmed and his legs buckled out from underneath him.

He wiped the vomit from his mouth and shakily got up on his feet to see his adversary waiting patiently for him to recover. Instead of being grateful for this opportunity to pull himself together, he felt insulted.

Percy wasn't taking him seriously at all. All the bastard did was stand there and take hits like no tomorrow, barely throwing any attacks at all outside of countering his own.

How was it that even after all of his training, all of those sleepless nights he practiced until his body couldn't take it anymore, he still couldn't lay a hand on the inferior cretin that just so happened to share his divine blood?

"What's the matter? I was under the impression that you were going to fight me proper, not just flail around angrily."

The sound of that incredible confidence, the assurance that he had already won, awakened a rage unlike any other.

His vision was bathed in crimson fury and the adrenaline was mostly successful in drowning out the pain was shooting through his entire body.

"Fight you proper?! You are the one who merely stands there, not even attacking yourself. How about you about you cease stalling and fight me FOR REAL?!"

He roared in fury as he charged one last time in desperation, his blade ablaze with the power of thunder.

Lightning met ice and Davos felt a small glimmer of hope as he saw his edge slowly chipping into the ice-blade, only to have it be cruelly be ripped away as he was kicked into the chest and his last strength was drained away as he was harshly slammed into the ice-wall behind him.

Never before had Davos felt so much fear as the armored goliath was walking towards him with eyes like pure death, he only barely managed to get up before he was met by a brutal beatdown.

Each punch was followed by the cracks of bones breaking and Davos had no chance to defend himself as he was overwhelmed by this incredible power.

Finally he laid on the floor, the majority of his bones broken into pieces and his skin covered in a undistinguishable pattern of bruises in various colors. He tried to rise but not only didn't he no longer possess the strength to do so, but he found himself pinned beneath the steel-boot in a way that made his already broken ribs shatter even more.

Davos watched in horror as the Lich King brandish his weapon as if he prepared to pierce his skull on it. The young hero frantically thrashed around in a desperate attempt to get out of the way of the sword.

The blade descended.

Davos let out a terrified highpitched scream as he shut his eyes out of pure fear.

A sharp pain hit him from the right side of his head.

And then nothing.

Davos carefully opened his eyes, only to find the iceblade buried in the floor right next to his head. So close that he felt the cool surface of it against his face.

Strands of hair fell to the ground and the faint smell of blood hit him.

He had been spared.

If only barely.

"That is why I didn't fight you for real."

Davos merely stared up at his now undead halfsibling with eyes of complete and utter contempt.

He couldn't believe it.

Percy had defeated him, barely getting a scratch in the process.

A perfect victory.

He screamed in pure agony and the pain of his crushing defeat as Percy turned his back to him and now addressed his comrades, not even sending a glance in his direction.

"Take him out of my sight and leave this island. May your ships carry you safely across the sea."

As he was being dragged away by a furious Thalia and a sorrowful Annabeth, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the armored king.

Percy, I swear that I will battle you once again. And next time, I am going to be the one who is standing over you as I tear you down from your throne...

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Once everyone was onboard the ships, the ice that surrounded them suddenly withdrew with no logical explanation.

Just like he had promised.

As Northend faded more and more into the horizon, Thalia kept her eyes on Annabeth who was staring out to sea with a distant expression on her face, clearly thinking about Percy.

Davos had been deposited in an empty cabin with no way to move considering how broken his body was so Thalia felt a little more safe to approach Annabeth than she would be otherwise.

"Anna, what did you and Percy talk about?"

The young goddess looked back at her with sorrow in her eyes.

"Thalia, you have to promise that you won't interrupt me. This is important."

The tone in her voice was dead serious and Thalia sat down next to her, interested in what she had to say yet remained equally serious.

"I promise."

A grateful smile made its way onto Anna's lips but it faded once she started to speak.

"He and I talked about many things but I learned a lot about him. Much has happened since he was banished and he is no longer amongst us, he is no longer amongst the living. Yet he still carries a power equal to that of the gods, if not greater in its own right."

Thalia almost couldn't believe it, that there was anything out there with the power to rival the gods.

But then again, she had seen the Lich King's power first hand. She had felt how every part of the island was imbued with his presence, from the sea and the earth he stood upon to every single soldier of his countless army.

He was like an avalanche, he simply couldn't be stopped with brute force alone.

Was it possible that Percy had managed to somehow obtain a twisted form of godhood in his new cursed existence?

That was a topic that she had to bring up to the gods...

But she had promised Annabeth that she wouldn't interrupt, so she simply saved her questions for later.

"But I learned something far worse."

Thalia leaned forward with an unsettling feeling in her gut, she had a feeling that she was not going to like what she was about to hear.

"Thalia, Davos lied to all of us. Percy never attacked Naomi, he was innocent."

What?

Davos?

The God of Champions?

A liar?

She looked over to her old friend.

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"The scales don't lie, Thalia."

The huntress had to sit down, this was a horrendous discovery. Falsifying such a serious crime was bad enough but it had also gotten a child of one of the Big Three exiled unjustly.

This was nothing short of the scandal of the century.

"We have to bring this before the Gods, Annabeth. This is awful and Percy deserves justice, undead or not."

Annabeth shook her head sadly.

"They won't heed us. It is the words of Zeus's favorite versus the story of Percy's former allies. Even my status as the Goddess of Truth will not protect me from accusations of trying to slander Davos in the name of my former lover."

Thalia sighed, already seeing the scenario Anna just painted play out in her head. It would be words against words, and it was no secret that Zeus would pick the ones from his pupil every time.

"Then what should we do?"

"I don't know, Thalia. I really wish that I did."

The two just sat there in silence for a while until Thalia brought up an even bigger question.

"Who should tell Poseidon?"

Hi guys! Sorry for the long wait but things have been a little hectic in my personal life and putting the fight-scene together was a pain and a half. I hope that I didn't mess up too much...