Noah wasn't doing very well with his arrows, but as he stabbed and pierced, dodged and weaved, trying to stay afloat in the sea of chaos. He was getting in way over his head, Noah thought. This was like diving into the deep end of a swimming pool without being able to swim, and then having a nuclear bomb dropped on it. It was insane. He had to stop that train of thought when a dracanae tried to impale him on her spear. He grabbed the shaft and pulled, spearing another dracanae behind him. He pushed the arrows into the first monster's face and kicked it away. Screaming, it slowly disintegrated, only to be stepped over my a dozen more monsters. There was so many. He was going to die.
He sighed and drew two more arrows from his infinite quiver, and charged back into the fray. He had lost the Epirus bow. He felt hollow inside, and he knew that he wasn't fighting as well as he had on the journey, without his weapon he was almost useless. He couldn't even block a sword strike, because it would split the arrow. The best he could do was dodge and stab, dodge and stab, and he felt his luck was running low, until he saw something that could change this massacre into something a little more in their favour. They were getting creamed by a giant mass of monsters, completely surrounded and standing back to back against the waves of swords and spears and fangs.
He saw other people. He frowned, wondering whether they were real or just a hallucination, he couldn't be sure. He was getting really worked up as he fought the monsters, barely managing to keep away from the sharp swords slashing at him.
A minute later, a man heavily outfitted head to toe in bronze armour, fitted with spikes and splattered with blood, and looking utterly terrifying, burst through the ranks of monsters and fought next to him.
"You need a better weapon than some arrows, kid." He said gruffly, handing him a funny-looking sword. He took it and nodded, before frowning at the design. A gladius? They're supposed to be Roman, and he didn't think there were any more Romans. Now that he came to think about it, a month or two ago he didn't think the Greek gods existed. Wrong again, he thought. He shrugged, and started hacking and slashing at the nearest monster, surprised at his renewed energy now that they had reinforcements. Instantly, he pushed them back. He felt better with an actual weapon in his hand. Another dracanae tried to spear him, but he sidestepped and hacked the spear in two, and then sliced the monster's head clean off. He kicked the body at a Cyclops and it exploded against him, blinding its one eye. He then leapt and stabbed the Cyclops in the chest, raking it down until it too exploded into dust.
Minutes later, and the monsters were all gone. The only thing left of them was the golden dust that was piled up to their ankles. The demigods stood there, looking at the other group with curiosity. Before anyone could say anything, something really weird happened. They found the reason they were here, and it was not good.
"Help… me…" came a faint moan. They all whipped towards the voice, and stared.
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