Tony grunted as his weapon pierced a practice dummy's heart, he withdrew the blade. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his head, he had been at this all day. Frustration made him hit harder, he should have gone on that quest. Chrion didn't let him because there were too many people. He was a [i]tank[/i] for God's sake! He had never lost a battle! Hart stabbed the dummy once again, then sliced it after he separated his weapon into two blades. Tony kept this up for a while, until he heard the Demigods had come back. He turned his spear into his watch. Tony was glad to see that everyone was relatively safe, he was still pissed that he had missed out on some fighting. Tony headed to his cabin after that, he was in a whole other section of camp form the Demigods, as he was a Demititan. He undressed down to his boxers and flopped onto his bed, he fell asleep soon after that.

	The next morning Tony got up and dressed in white athletic shorts, and a black tee shirt, and his running shoes. He got ready for Capture the Flag, and went into the Forge. He grabbed his leather armor, and forearm guards. Hart never used a shield, he was too cocky when it came to his fighting skills. Tony met up with Leo and the rest of his team. "Who's on offense and who's on defense. I'm going for their flag," he informed them. Hart cracked his knuckles, preparing himself for whatever was going to come. He waited for Chiron to send them to their parts of the forest.