Most of the Ares cabin is too dumb to cheat like that. Besides, they're usually wearing Greek battle armor. Makes tickling impractical.

"It's not cheating, mortal girl," Clarisse says with a smirk, keeping Abby's hands pinned to the bed. "It's winning." A (wink wink) god-given advantage. But Clarisse honestly hasn't been thinking too much about her demigod powers since she's been in Trench. She's been too caught up in dealing with the angst of the new ones caused by her blood type. It's nice to know she still has it, that connection to her life before all this. She thinks she might go crazy without it.

Without warning, she pulls one of Abby's hands up and makes her smack herself in the face. "Hey, stop hitting yourself."