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.Â
          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.Â
          “ hey.  everything’s  fine.  you  okay? ”
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