Reyna's POV:

It was one, long, stinky, smelly ride. Public transportation is not the way to go. Giant, flying eagles, on the other hand, was preferable, or Scipio (May he rest in peace). But, no, on my way to meet the seven and Nico to "hang out", I had to go on a bus with the drunks and hobos of the world. At seven in the morning. Awesome.

I was trying to stand as still as possible for fear of ramming into one of these weirdoes when someone's elbow jabbed me in the nose. Ironically enough, my years of battle training were less than advantageous in this situation when my reflexes told me to sweep the guy's leg and press my dagger to his neck holding him down with my forearm. Yeah…maybe not the best idea in the middle of a crowded bus.

He was talking into his phone…well, yelling, really, and gesturing grandly. He was wearing a dirty, brown coat and sunglasses. He was thick, with a tree trunk for a torso, and beefy arms. He looked like he could be muscular, but didn't take care of his body. During his little episode, one of his gestures caught me upside the head when he turned around.

I turned to look at him as I narrowly missed another passionate gesture. With a glare I usually only reserved for the likes of Octavian (may he rest in pieces), I observed him holding his phone away from his ear to get a better angle to scream at the phone with. I cleared my throat and amped up the glare from "glaring daggers" to "do you have a death wish?" He glanced at me and smirked/scowled at my seriousness.

I tapped his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, can I help you with something, little girl?" He put his hand over the speaker on his phone and sneered at me with sarcasm and derision. After he said his piece, he turned away and resumed his activities. I noticed a baby crying next to us at the aggressive tone he was employing.

I snorted at his ignorance and placed myself in front of him. I made a motion across my throat with my hand in a "cut it out" gesture.

"Go cry to your dad." Now, I'm mad.

I started to shout at him, but before I could utter more than two syllables, he backhanded me. That's right, NOT the best move, stupid. As he turned around again, I clenched my jaw.

I tapped on his shoulder again.

"What?!" He yelled. Or, he meant to, before I nailed him in the nose with my right fist. The bus stopped and I dragged him off by his coat. Apparently, he didn't expect me to be so straight forward and strong because he flailed around, cursing.

I let go once we were a bit away from the bus and turned to face him. His face was flushed and his fists were trembling. I could hear Lupa's snarl in my head, don't fight a battle you can't win, my cub. I raised an eyebrow, and cracked my knuckles and neck. I shouldn't have any problems with this one.

"You need to learn your manners, girl." He snarled in my face.

I almost smiled; people are adorable when they think they can actually win. I raised an eyebrow again and beckoned to him with my hand. Come and get me.

He scowled and rushed me, but I side stepped and placed a kick to his stomach, placing myself behind him. He doubled over, clutching his gut, wheezing. I whirled and smashed his nose again with a roundhouse kick. He straightened up as if he was a puppet pulled upright by his strings. He had his heel against his broken nose and was glaring at me murderously. I merely brushed some dirt off of my cape.

"That was the wrong move, girl." He growled out through gritted teeth.

"Which one?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"The one where I cracked your rib, or the one where I broke your nose?"

He glowered at me from black, beady eyes hidden beneath bushy eyebrows. I didn't know where I was getting these sarcastic remarks, but I was too pissed off at this douche-bag to care much right now.

He growled something unintelligible and charged me again, beefy hands stretched out in front of him. I ducked and jabbed his side with the cracked rib with my elbow. He inhaled sharply and turned to grab me again. He lumbered around drunkenly, throwing his massive weight around and swinging his fists in my direction.

Each time his wild lurches came close I evaded them with my hands behind my back to make me a smaller target. A few times I executed a back hand spring or rolled beneath him to keep him confused. It became clearer than ever as we continued our little dance that he was drunk.

I caught him in the back of the head with my elbow and he crumpled into the stiff grass. I swung around to face him, though he couldn't see me; his head was buried in the soil.

"Next time you have one too many, stay home," I advised him. He groaned faintly in response. I rolled my eyes; I had gone easy on him.

With that, I checked my watch and strode back to the bus stop to wait for the number 11 bus.

Hey, guys, so that one took super long to write. I tried to do something other than someone trying to mug one of them. But, let me know if you want me to continue on this track or go back to the old one. I wanted to make Reyna more aggressive and badass, but I couldn't give her enough reason to hurt the idiot. And yet, on the other hand, some could argue that she would never be this way. *sigh* Oh well, deal with it. Next one will probably be Nico, unless I get enough reviews for someone else. I might follow a certain review I got that I thought was genius. Well, yours in demigodishness and all that, peace out.

-Phoenix