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Nico didn't know what to think about the blonde son of Apollo. The medic was always waving him over to the Big House, which stands as the infirmary, for a "quick check up" on his health. He felt fine, though. He had been healing nicely after the was with Gaea, due to the hard work of that cheerful pain in the neck.
Amazingly, Nico had managed to avoid another trip to the infirmary, that is, until the Friday night "War Games." The Greeks had taken their normal Capture the Flag game and changed it so if was more... serious. They occasionally played some other games that the Romans had recommended, but they usually just focused on their traditional game, Capture the Flag.
Anyway, Nico had made it through the other challenges of the day. He had practically been bouncing out of excitement for the one part of the day that he been looking forward to, Capture the Flag. Not that Nico didn't enjoy being at camp, but some things dragged.
Many people were genuinely shocked to see the son of Hades so happy. Nico noticed that there was a group of people who weren't. They were the part of the 7 that had remained at Camp Half-Blood, the oracle - Rachael Elizabeth Dare, and, to Nico's surprise, Will Solace.
Will, himself, was psyched to play the game, so to him, it wasn't strange to see others happy to play. Also, he knew that the son of Hades wasn't as dark as the shallower campers believed.
In the luck of the draw, the teams were totally uneven. His team had gotten Apollo, obviously, Zeus, Poseidon, Hephaestus, Hermes, and Hades. Everyone else, no joke, was on the other team. Talk about the Fates hating on them. They had low numbers, but they had all of the children of the Big 3. Two of them had very powerful girlfriends on the other team, though, so who knew how the game would end.
And so, the game began. Percy, Jason, and Nico had defense. They were the only person in each of their cabins, but the three of them were an impressive sight to behold. The Hermes and Apollo cabins were on offense. The Hephaestus cabin had split, half were staying near the base to arm the traps they had designed and the other half were working offensive traps and weapons they had created in the forges. Leo was part of the offense because they figured that a guy who yelled, "FLAME ON!!!" and then ran around as much as possible, would be rather distracting to the opposing team. He also had a giant bronze dragon.
Will was leading the attack. He was the head medic, but he was still allowed to participate during the game. The injured campers would wait under Chiron's watch until the game finished. Then, Will would run as fast as he could to attend to his duties with the poor campers in the infirmary.
Chiron blew the Conch horn, signalling the start of the game. Will was about to take off running, but he turned around sharply, telling the rest of the offense to go on ahead of him. He ran back to base. He looked right into Percy's sea green eyes and said, "Don't you even think about just letting Annabeth past you." Percy nodded, but his eyes showed that he doubted himself. Will continued, "And Jason," he turned to the blonde boy, "Try to ignore Piper's charmspeak." Jason grimaced, knowing that this task would be very challenging.
Will was about to run off into the forest, but he quickly turned to the small Italian to his left. "Good luck, Nico." he said. Then, he rushed away as fast as he could, trying to catch up to the group he had sent ahead.
The battle ensued. Most of it was predictable. Clarisse led the opposing team's attack. She was covered in XXL sized armor and was holding her spear, Maimer, nicknamed "Lamer", aloft. It was charged with electricity, which would just about leave you unconscious if it touched you.
Annabeth was the other team's captain, so whatever things they were planning to do were very smart, very dangerous, and very unpredictable. All that Will could think to do was to do their best to get as far as they could before the surprise attack would happen.