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Chapter 2 - Nick VS Hercules part 1

Chapter 1: 

Everything came down to this moment.

Percy Jackson, demigod son of Poseidon, looked at the fallen form of Hercules across from him. It had been a brutal, desperate fight. The scheme had been so ostentaciously grand: steal the Master Bolt, frame Percy, and let the ensuing divine war burn the world to ashes. Hercules, manipulated or just eager for a challenge, had been the final, living battering ram sent to crush him. And now, here they were. Percy stood, breathing heavily, his back against a shattered column of the ancient training ground. Riptide was still in his hand, its celestial bronze edge humming.

He watched Hercules push himself up, a mountain of muscle and rage, and prepared for the final exchange. The air crackled with ozone and the scent of fractured stone.

Then, a new sound cut through the tension. Not the clash of weapons or the roar of a monster. It was a sound so out of place it was almost absurd.

A single, cheerful *clap*.

Percy's head snapped to the side, eyes wide. Standing on the top of the still-intact half of the archway was a figure he hadn't noticed before. A guy, maybe his age, with shaggy black hair and a straw hat perched on his head, pushed back slightly. He was grinning down at the scene below like it was the main event at a carnival.

"Looks like a party," the guy said, his voice carrying easily in the sudden silence. He stretched his arms above his head with a casual yawn. "Mind if I join?"

Hercules, whose attention was momentarily torn from Percy, let out a booming growl of frustration. "Who dares interrupt the son of Zeus?!"

The guy on the archway looked at Hercules, and his grin widened. It wasn't a friendly grin. It was the look of a predator who had just found the biggest, baddest beast in the forest.

"The name's Nick," he said, hopping down from the archway. He landed in a crouch with a soft thud, completely unbothered by the thirty-foot drop. He straightened up, his straw hat casting a shadow over his eyes for a second before he tilted his head back. He completely ignored Percy, his entire focus locked on the demigod before him. His gaze was intense, filled with a wild, almost drunken glee. "So, you're Hercules. The strongest demigod ever? The one who did all those labors? Held up the sky?"

"I am," Hercules boomed, swelling with pride despite his exhaustion. "I am the pinnacle of mortal and divine strength! My legend is etched into the stars themselves!"

Nick took a step forward, his body language shifting. The carefree posture was gone, replaced by a coiled tension that seemed to make the very air around him vibrate. He looked Hercules up and down, and a deep, resonant hum of satisfaction escaped him. It was a sound that felt ancient and heavy.

"Yeah," Nick said, his voice dropping to a near-whisper that somehow still echoed. "I know. See, I've been looking for you. Wanted to see for myself. Wanted to see if the stories are true."

Percy finally found his voice. "Hey, buddy, whoever you are, this is a private—"

Nick cut him off without looking away from Hercules. "It's fine. I'm not here for you. I'm here for him." He pointed a thumb at Hercules. "I need to know."

"Know what?" Hercules asked, a flicker of confusion crossing his features.

Nick's grin returned, but it was sharper now. He cracked his neck, then his knuckles, the sounds like small rocks being ground together. He set his stance, feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent. An invisible pressure began to leak from him, making Percy's skin prickle. It wasn't divine aura, not exactly. It was something else. A pure, overwhelming will.

"If you're truly the strongest demigod in history," Nick stated, his eyes gleaming with an almost childlike excitement mixed with something far more intense, something that craved a real challenge. "I'm gonna find out right now."

Hercules, insulted by the sheer audacity, let out a roar and charged, his massive fist aimed to obliterate this insolent newcomer.

Nick simply stood there, waiting, a single thought echoing in his mind: *Finally. A fight worth having.*

______To be continue _______

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