lightningthief

As easily as Luke may have disarmed me, my instincts are still with me. And even though I'm working up to try and explain the Island in under thirty seconds (really, they should set up a competition; could hone our skills for when we need it), a part of me knows, just knows, that it isn't going to help. Luke has a sword, and I have a chair, and Luke is in no mood to listen to what I'm about to tell him if I'm just holding a chair.

So I swing the chair, hard.