Clarisse's POV

Percy was stood in the training arena. He was side on to me so I could see his eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted. He looked completely calm and was taking deep breathes.

He lifted his arms out in front of him, palms up.
He balled his hands into fists and his breathing sped up a bit.

He slowly started pulling his fists towards his chest. The air around him distorted slightly. Percy frowned with concentration. Small droplets of water were forming in the air. The drops floated over onto Percy's hands and condensed into a ball of swirling water the size of mango. Percy was breathing heavily and his eyes were scrunched shut.

Percy let one arm drop to his side and relaxed his fists. Percy drew his still-raised arm back, as if about to throw the water. Then, he slowly pulled his fingers in to a fist again. The water stopped swirling and condensed into an ice dagger. Percy suddenly grabbed the dagger and threw it into a practice dummy. Panting, he sat down and opened his eyes.

I was shocked. Since when could the punk create water from the air?

I walked over.
"Nice job Prissy" I said.
He chuckled weakly. "I didn't know I could that. Annabeth was going on about water particles and stuff in the air… so I..." He rolled his eyes and gestured to the dummy with the ice dagger in it. He started taking deep breaths again.
I smirked and drew my sword from, its sheath, "Fancy a sparring session?" There was no way Percy would win against me when he was tired enough to sit in front of me.
"No thanks" he said, eyeing the sword suspiciously. I laughed at him and charged. He laughed with me and ran towards the creek. I started chasing.

Author note:

This is just a one shot but you could private message me if you wanted me to write a fight between two demigods or another training session… Thanks for reading