[He's in some kind of public training are where he's worked in the past. Usually Percy trains with water dummies, but right now he's not in the mood to be maintaining something with his powers. He just wants to hit something, and hit it again and then maybe a few more times until he can't think about craters in the ground and monsters whispering in his ear and Annabeth's hand in his, the rock slipping from beneath his fingers--
A particularly savage thrust of his sword has stuffing spilling from the dummy's head, but Percy just switches his attention to the torso. There's already one mutilated training aid on the ground nearby, almost unrecognisable.
Anyone watching for long enough might see him give up on the sword, taking a pen cap out of his pocket and touching it to the top. The sword morphs into a pen, and Percy tucks it into his shorts before whirling back on the dummy, punching it over and over.]
Sparring
A particularly savage thrust of his sword has stuffing spilling from the dummy's head, but Percy just switches his attention to the torso. There's already one mutilated training aid on the ground nearby, almost unrecognisable.
Anyone watching for long enough might see him give up on the sword, taking a pen cap out of his pocket and touching it to the top. The sword morphs into a pen, and Percy tucks it into his shorts before whirling back on the dummy, punching it over and over.]