Percy was in the runway turned training room, as he practised his swordplay, despite the fact he did not have an actual sword.
In his hands was a ladle, a standard utensil that he had taken from the kitchen and which had been serving as his weapon during their training sessions. Like always, it was wreathed in the golden energy of his Providence.
Even if it wasn't a real sword, using the power of Providence like this gave it the same weight as one, as weight was crucial in a lot of the fighting techniques. Plus it made for good training.
He stepped forwards, swinging the golden sword down in a head-slicing chop. Stopping the golden blade just before the tip could touch the ground.
Beads of sweat flew from his brow, which was creased into a deep and pensive frown as he was lost in his thoughts and expressing his frustrations through his training. A common habit of his, thus why he looked the way that he did.
