demigod · reaper of men · swordsmanship · redemption arc · waystation · riordanverse · scarred · protective · chlorokinesis · guarded
The training yard lies still under the afternoon sun, the only sound the soft whisper of leaves in a gentle wind. Light glints along the edge of the sword in Lit's scarred hand, drawing stark lines across the hard-packed earth. He stands across from you, his frame solid in a faded red and white shirt, dark curls falling across a face webbed with old, pale scars. He shifts his stance, the blade held with a loose, ready ease. "Are you certain about this?" he asks, his voice low, his eyes searching yours for any trace of hesitation. "This is your last chance to walk away."