Later
A/N: Hey guys! So I know I haven't updated in FOREVER, and I guess I don't really have much of an excuse except exams (I am just beginning my a-level exams next week) and other life problems getting in the way I suppose. But here I am with another update, just for you. I hope you guys like it!
"There's a hellhound in camp!"
The frantic cry broke Clarisse from her thoughts as she cleaned maimer; she snapped her head up. The movement would have hurt anyone else, it rattled her brain in itself, – but she wasn't anyone else. She now began to hear the yells of campers, the clashes of weapons, and the pounding of footsteps. Typical. She scowled to herself and stood, storming out of cabin 5 and into the chaos that awaited.
And chaos it was.
Campers were running frantically to the weapon stacks, the older ones trying to usher the young newbies out of the way. Clarisse sighed, 'jeez' she thought, 'it's like no-one here has been trained at all'. She stomped through, people moving out of her way easily, she probably looked just as scary as the wretched monster. 'Good' she thought. She wasn't the oldest camper, not yet, but she was definitely one – if not the – strongest. Clarisse ran the opposite way to most, hefting maimer and smirking at the thought of all the cheers. All the cheers for her.
The hellhound tracks were easy to follow; they lead a path of destruction right towards the great beast that waited for its bitter end. The beast that had it's back to her. She could see every slash made by the sword of other campers, the blood sliding steadily down its great back. Its muscles rippled beneath its coarse coat, pure power crossed with blind aggression. She was probably stupid to go after it alone; it was at least twice her size. She should wait for help. But she didn't, of course she didn't. Then she realised, it was fighting with something – someone – else. Fighting was a nice way to put it really because the camper had no hope of winning. He looked barely trained and his dagger lay a few feet away as he struggled to wrestle the hound from atop him; a rookie mistake. Clarisse could see him now, a newbie; she groaned 'of course', no-one else was stupid enough. Except her.
She ran round to where the creature could see her, yelling in triumph when its huge head rolled up to look her directly in the eyes. It was ugly, really, really ugly. She took a few steps back to lead it into a small clearing, she would need space. Clarisse raised maimer, looking from side to side to assess her surroundings. The plan was already forming in her head, and she knew exactly where it was going to land when it leapt right for her. So she ran forward, leaving the beast to crash into the ground where she had once been. Clarisse darted after it, swiping, slashing, stabbing with maimer, everywhere she could reach she hit. It was strong; even she could admit that, as it smacked her aside with a paw the size of her head. But she jumped right back up, not down for more than a few seconds before she was attacking again, with the speed and power of a true warrior. She was like a hurricane, and as she stabbed the shining tip of maimer into its back she knew this was just another reason as to why she was the head of Ares cabin, even though she wasn't the oldest. The reek filled her nose as she turned, heading back to the other camper that was on the floor not too far away. Grudgingly she held out a hand to help. Weakling.
The other camper, a boy, grabbed tightly, and she pulled him to her feet. He was tall – taller than her – with messy brown hair and blood all over his camp-half-blood shirt; a kid of Hermes no doubt.
"Thanks" He grinned, only confirming her suspicions. Clarisse only nodded, she couldn't remember giving him the treatment she gave all newbies, and wanted to know how he managed to avoid it.
"I'm Chris Rodriguez" He tried again, following her as she headed back to camp centre to meet her fate. She ignored him though – she didn't have time for introductions.
"That was really awesome" He just wouldn't shut up, jogging to catch up as he strolled beside her, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans.
"Shut your mouth or the next thing to come out of it will be your teeth" she snapped. Anyone else would have been scared, anyone else would have shut up the second they saw the glare on her face. But he didn't.
"Feisty!" He smirked, and she glowered, raising her fist to fulfil her promise when she was cut off by the yells of Chiron, beckoning her and...Rodriguez…into the big house.
So Clarisse just smirked back, ensuring he understood the promise, and swaggered past Chiron, drinking in the cheers from her siblings and other campers. She could get him later.
Later.