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Who: Dean, and other participants in the competition
What: marksmanship competition!
Where: the archery range
When: backdated to March 8
Warnings: violence against innocent targets?

There are targets all set up at different intervals, and more waiting by the sidelines. It's come to Dean's attention that certain parties may end up being a little on the destructive side for this competition, so he wants to be prepared. Not to mention there are apparently going to be some other showboats coming out this afternoon.

Dean would like them all to bring it.

This being his own competition, he steps up to the plate first, gun in hand. There are very few misses, and most of his shots are tightly clustered on the targets. Beat that, Apollo cabin.

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So after a couple of moments of waiting for someone to raise their hand, Percy gives a little shrug and stands up, starting to make his way to the field. "I'll do it." He's not participating because he legitimately sucks at archery and other projectile-related weapons, but he's totally betting on Elizabeth to win this thing. She's been alive for a century, after all, a Hunter nearly that long - and he's seen them in action. Nothing like flying over the western US dangling by your shirt collar from the hand of a metal angel to make it hard to aim an arrow, but Zoe'd pegged every single Target store they'd passed.

"Alright, Percy!" She called, pocketing her gun for another moment in order to applaud his bravery. It helped that he trusted the hunters, and y'know, if she screwed up, he wouldn't die.

She held out the blindfold. "Do you want to be blindfolded, or should I? Either way, you can eat the apple when all this is over." She does have an apple, actually, sitting on a barrel of hay.

That's another good reason. Invulnerability and all.

And hell, why not go all the way with this. "You take it, you're the one in this thing after all. Just put me wherever you want me and I'll hang out until you're ready."

"You're not too bad," she said, handing him the blindfold anyway. "Double-fold it, so I can't see. Then, here, take these apples, and these knives," she presented them to him, "and march to that target, there," she pointed to the one in front of her.

"Put one apple on each knife, and hold them out, so they're coming up through your fist, not side-ways. The last apple, on your head. Then tell me when you're good and we can do this." It was a lot, but she had every confidence in herself. "And whatever you do, do not move."

Those instructions are more complicated than he expected, but, well, he's still the best choice for this. If something does go wrong, at least he won't die. Not that he expects anything to, but you can never be sure what might interfere.

So Percy folds up that blindfold and carefully wraps it around Liz's head, tying it and adjusting it a little to make sure that her vision is entirely blocked. Two of the apples get skewered as he makes his way to the target, the third getting put on his head once he's there, and he follows the rest of her instructions to a T.

"Go for it!"

Show 'em what you got, Liz.

Elizabeth takes the gun back out and steps up to the plate, her stance wide. Signaling for everyone to hush, she centers herself, focusing, and placing the gun in front of her.

One shot, the apple on Percy's right explodes.

Another, and the apple on the left explodes.

A third shot, and the apple above his head is gone. Then, she holds up one finger, indicating that Percy better stay where he is. And then:

Fourth and final shot, hitting the target right between his legs. Lowering her gun, she whips off the blindfold, and turns around. "Let's hear it for Percy Jackson!"

The first three shots he's completely expecting, and the only reaction he gives is a slight motion that may or may not be a small flinch when each bullet is fired. That gun is loud, after all. He makes a note to take a shower when this is over to get the applebits out of his hair.

But he's only expecting three, so he starts to step away from the target, but doesn't even really get to move before what the fuck Liz. And yes, he's invulnerable, but there's certain parts you just don't shoot at!

"What was that?!"

"Apparently, not approved of," she says wryly, holding her hand out to Percy. "I'm sorry."

Honestly, she was. She should have told him, or warned him. But, she wanted to get at Dean Winchester, and he seemed the sort to be proud of his dick first and foremost.

"But you're okay, and you were amazing."

"You- That- You don't shoot there!" He's not approving of nearly taking off his junk in order to metaphorically kick Dean in his. Okay fine she can't hurt him there but still. Principle of the thing.

But at least she's apologizing, so he groans and takes the proffered hand without any more annoyance. "Just don't do it again?"

"SORRY!" She practically yelps this time. She kinda forgets a little bit, just how sensitive men are about their manly bits. Weird dangly looking things. Vaginas are so much tougher.

"Unless you give me a damn good reason to, you have nothing to worry about." Like, if you get Annabeth pregnant. Then she promises nothing.

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