She had the cutest look on her face. There was no way Paul could say no to a face like that. "Of course I will." He said smiling. "Let me go grab my weapon so we can do this." He quickly went into the Hermes cabin and quickly returned with a pair of black boxing gloves. He had changed out of his jeans and put on a pair of shorts. In his other hand, he still held the Sword of Achilles. Paul still didn't think it was a good idea to just leave it laying around. He motioned for his two friends to follow him to the practice arena.

Paul did a lot of boxing at his old school. Last year, he had an impressive win/loss record and could hold his own against students two years older than himself. Clarisse, however, did not know that, so Paul arriving to the practice area wearing a pair of boxing gloves instead of holding a sword should come as a shock. When the three arrived, Clarisse was already there, in full armor and with many members of her own cabin sitting in the stands. She gave Paul a quick glance. Not believing her eyes, she looked again and started to laugh with her cabin mates joining in. "Whats the matter, lady? Afraid to fight me on my own terms?" 

The laughter stopped and she did her famous glare at Paul. Without saying a word or even changing expression, she buckled off her armor and reached for a pair of the arena's own gloves. Paul first handing the Sword of Achilles to Hermoine. "Here, hold onto this for a minute please." Then he took his shirt off, revealing a strong set of arms. "This too. Thanks." The two fighters took their positions and squared off against each other.