"Well hello." Thea blinks at the boy that lays sprawled at her feet. She stares briefly at the baseball bat knocked out of his hand- wait- sword? It keeps flickering back and forth like it can't decide what form it wants to show. She kneels next to the teen glancing up to see a mass of shadows coalescing into a huge snarling red-eyed dog. "Should I be running? Would running be a good idea?"
The boy groans, his eyes shut in pain. "Get back, the dog is rabid."
The aforementioned dog takes a step closer, shadowy spittle dripping down it muzzle before disappearing into thin air. Okay. That's not creepy at all. Also, she's pretty positive that tendrils of smoke and glowing red eyes are not a symptom of rabid dogs.
Thea lets out a sigh and rolls her shoulders back. She picks up the black-haired teen's confused weapon and it decides to stop changing and stay a bronze sword. Score! Swords are the best. Thea shuffles it in her hands and gives a testing swing. Yeah, this should be all right.
"Don't worry dude." Thea plants herself in front of the dazed boy holding the sword up. "I got this. If two months of sword lessons with Faith taught me anything, it's that you never turn down a shiny weapon."
The growling dog finally makes its move as it leaps toward Thea who swings the sword away from the teen trying to shake off what she thinks is probably a concussion. She seriously hopes all the sword lessons paid off. Mock combat is fun, but she doesn't really feel like becoming a chew toy in a real fight.
The dog prowls back and forth before attempting another lunge. Thea slices it's side as she spins out of the way. The dog pivots and lets out a howl. It charges, knocking Thea off balance. She stumbles and lets out a war cry as she slashes downward and manages to decapitate the dog as it leaps once again. The head and body fall to the ground with a thud before the shadows slowly dissipate, leaving only two small piles of gold sand.
Thea breathes heavily as she rests the tip of the bronze sword on the ground. Man, she has to work out more if a short fight like this tires her out. The brunette walks over to the wide-eyed boy still sprawled out on the ground and carefully lays the sword in front of him.
Red-faced she shifts from foot to foot as the teen looks back and forth between her and the sword bewildered. "Um. Thanks for letting me use your sword." Thea sticks out a hand to help him up. "I'm Thea." The boy carefully grabs the sword and then her hand.
"Percy." His sea green eyes tighten in pain as Thea helps him up. "Got any water?"
Percy Jackson & the Olympians
