Magnus knew Percy had to let off steam, but he hadn't realized how much his friend needed it until this fight. He was definitely breathing heavier now and he was doing what he could to keep up with Percy who was clearly way more skilled with a sword than he was. Still, Magnus wished someone was around to see that he was still around.
He had a few more cuts and definitely some bruises. If there were more people running around and stuff flying through the sky, it would almost feel like home. Maybe if they both yelled more like crazy people who thought they were at a rock concert it would feel exactly like home.
Honestly, he was proud of himself that he could survive this long. "Sorry." He managed to get it out when he realized he caught Percy in the face. At least he could heal that, right? No sense in Percy walking around with a scar - Annabeth would kill him.
He swung again, though from the small guilt of the cheek, he pulled it a little. That was a mistake and he was back on defense again. This time, as he parried, he found himself walking backwards. He tried to advance with an offensive swing, but his foot made a 'splash' and in that moment he turned around as he realized - shit. He was in the water.