A short story that I came up with.
I don't own.
"Annabeth, stay back!" Luke yelled as he jumped at the massive hellhound.
Thalia jumped at it from the other side. It snarled.
"Luke! Take left!"
He did as she said.
They attached and blocked attacks, but they weren't making any progress. And they were tiring.
The hellhound wasn't.
Luke jabbed his sword at the monster's ribs, but it clawed at him with it's gigantic paws.
No progress whatsoever.
He went closer to Thalia, hoping that their combined attacks would be enough to overpower it.
It seemed to work for awhile, but then it cornered them.
"Annabeth, run!" Thalia yelled.
If the little girl obeyed, she might be able to escape.
Thalia and Luke?
They were goners.
Luke silently accepted that.
Suddenly, the hellhound yelped and exploded into monster dust. Annabeth stood there with her knife raised.
"Can we go now?" She asked.
"Of course," Thalia said, grinning.
Annabeth was becoming a fine warrior indeed.