"Of course!"

Standing up you quickly agree, as you want to be able to defend yourself against any monster that comes your way.

You make your way to the shack, but just outside it is a bronze sword. Picking it up by the hilt you inspect it, it's lightweight, about two and a half feet, and a beautiful gold and navy blue sheath.

Percy runs up next to you and nods, "I've seen that one in tve back of the shed, but that doesn't really make sense since it's out here."

You both shrug it off and head to the arena, he pulls a pen out of his pocket and you laugh loudly. "Are you serious? A pen? Percy, I thought you were smarted than that!"

Instead of saying something back he just smirks, and pulls that cap off the pen and it turns into a sword made out of the same bronze.