#warbraind

❛ think you can handle it? ❜ for JASON, from ANNIE! / @warbraind

Does he, actually ? Debatable. Jason has no doubts in his training as a legionnaire; he has the callouses and scars and battles and endless late nights as a testament to what Camp Jupiter had trained in all of its soldiers. He'd be a fool to diminish his own skill that much. And he's also had recent, and vast, experience fighting outside of formation. On his own, even when it feels like he's missing a limb.

But New Greece is strikingly different from everything his muscles have memorized. Clashing with Percy taught him that much: reasoned tactics and practiced formations can easily fail against the chaos and improvisation that seems to be the style at Camp Halfblood. He's learning it piece by piece, but he's no expert.

Besides that, Annabeth is like Reyna: smart, quick thinking, relentless. A Greek warrior with a Roman's tactical mind, which undoubtedly makes her far more imposing to spar against than Percy. Or, really, anyone else at Camp Halfblood.

Jason only grins, though, spine straight and gladiolus in hand. A son of Jupiter and legionnaire of Lupa is not going to show a glimmer of trepidation. And for that matter ? Neither will Jason Grace, as is.

ANNABETH ( @warbraind ) // starter call

ᯓ☆ wisdom  never  favored  her.  it  was  always  war  which  found  its  way  to  lavender’s  side,  be  it  in  spells  that  wrapped  flames  ‘round  monsters  like  shawls  or  in  nails  that  clawed  marks  into  the  faces  of  the  forever  unforgiven.  ATHENA,  she  thinks,  would  sooner  turn  her  into  a  gorgon  than  she  would  grant  lavender  any  great  boon  or  gift  of  presence;  ARES,  though,  perhaps  he  would  see  matters  differently.  perhaps  violence  summons  violence.  

A DISGRUNTLED LOOK is flashed her way as his head whips to stare annabeth down. knee deep in pegasi shit is not how he expected to spend his sunday, but after one long fight with a certain hermes brother, he's found himself on stable duty. normally, he doesn't mind.

ISN’T  IT  FUNNY  WHEN  the  people  who’s  shoes  you  helped  tie  start  to  become  their  own  individuals?  yeah,  no,  thalia  didn’t  think  so,  either.  they  have  to  stop  their  own  attitude  from  seeping  through  words,  in  response  —  something  that  feels  like  a  feat,  considering  how  often  she  is  quick  to  snap  at  people  who  question  them.  but  then  again,  they  know  how  annabeth  can  get,  and  how  much  they  HATE  when  she’s  mad  at  them.  

“NAH,”  GRITTED  TEETH  FORCE  THE  WORDS  out  between  them,  clenched  so  tight  that  one  could  practically  hear  the  squeak  of  enamel  scratching  against  one  another.  one  large  palm  lifts  to  neck,  and  as  the  large  man  rolls  his  neck,  his  hand  moves  to  steady  shoulder,  the  sheer  size  of  him  before  the  young  girl  almost  comical.  even  not  at  full  height,  he  stands  as  though  a  giant,  glowering  at  her  with  the  similarity  of  a  fire  blazing  in  his  eyes.  ares  was  NOT  looking  forward  to  facing  the  wrath  of  THE  architect  of  olympus,  and  yet,  it  was  inevitable,  with  how  he  had,  seemingly,  single  -  handedly  destroyed  a  portion  of  the  temple  she  had  built  most  recently.