A/N so sorry for not updating yesterday night. I'm doing this rn, when I should probably getting ready for school. But what can I say...
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3rd person POV
It was going well. The wizards were managing to draw back the enemy, two, maximum tree were the casualties on their sides, whilst the monsters were falling left, front and right.
He lounged at the nearest dracaena, with one swift motion of his blade it was raining dust and adding to the piles that already adorned the grass near the forbidden forest. As he turned one eighth he killed another one, unintentionally but it was still good.
He let his eyes wonder to where Annabeth and his cousins were, making sure they were still standing. He got lost in the way Thalia took down monsters everywhere around her and over her. Her bow shooting arrows that hit exactly the chink in the monster's armour or how when they got too close she would switch to her spear and aegis and send tremor to everyone within ten feet of her, making them back away for long enough so that she could pick them out with her bow again.
He got lost in the way Nico fought, taking down monsters left and right. Some would even bolt and turn around at being in the near proximity of the son of Hades. The shadows blended to his will and would obscure him from vision for a moment before he reappeared visible and took off three head in one blow.
But most of all he got lost at staring at Annabeth. The way she fought, with her new knife and dragon bone sword. The sword mostly hanging by her side unless she needed it to get to the monster's defence and take them down. How her fighting style was like a dance. How she moved gracefully that she might need the surname 'Grace' instead of Chase. He loved how those grey eyes of her, even yards away looked to be calculating and working on a plan, on a strategic plan.
Getting lost in something or someone during a battle is ever a good thing. Never and it means never. It gets you unfocused and it does nothing but endanger your life, by a lot. When you get lost on the one you love, it's like a trance. A trance in which you stare at her or him with an open mouth, occasionally some drool starting to form and your sword arm sloppily at your side. Your instincts are still on and so is your guard, but the efficiency is decreased by a lot.
That's why he did not see it coming.
A huge black and huge figure mocked him on the ground. He scolded himself immediately for getting distracted in others. The grip on his sword was slack, resulting that when he fell to the floor it fell, just out of reach. He was about to get up when the same huge monster was then on top of him.
A hellhound.
It was pinning him down and Percy really hope he would move soon because the air was leaving his lungs and he was finding it hard to breathe. The hellhound gnarled at Percy, baring his fangs and the drool in his mouth at having the hero of Olympus under his big weight.
Percy's brain went into overdrive. His instincts acting for him and controlling his brain and body to get him out of this. His right arm was still outstretched, searching the dirt for riptide when the hellhound brought down his huge mouth to get Percy's head.
Without thinking Percy felt something in his left arm, something long and thin. Without thinking twice about what it was he brought it in front of his face just in time to poke the hellhound with a stick.
Now if it is unknown monsters aren't known for their smart. No, they are not. Specifically this particular hellhound, and Percy thanked the gods-dammed gods but also didn't. Maybe he thanked Poseidon but that is as far it went for his liking to them. Maybe a few more but he was getting off topic here.
The 'dumb' hellhound was startled to being held off by merely a stick. Giving Percy the needed distraction to move slightly away from under the huge dog and grab the hilt of his sword once more before bringing it up in an arc and effectively severing off the head of the monster.
He had just managed to jump to his feet when he was surrounded by over ten monsters, varying from dracaena to telkhines to other types. He had just started fighting them off when suddenly there was someone by his side, actually three someone else's. The golden trio. With their help and the fact that he was an amazing swordsman in his own, the threat was soon over and they had run to help other and fight more monsters.
He felt a weird feeling, like this wasn't the extent of the army. This was just a warm up for the real thing, the real battle.
'How right you are.' The voice spoke in his head.
Percy stumbled a bit at hearing the voice reappear in his head, giving the enemy an opportunity to cut his left arm. He hissed a little before killing the monster and sending it back to Tartarus.
'Get out of my head.' Percy said, as he took down another monster.
The voice laughed in his head. 'But it's fun, is it not?'
'Not one bit.' Percy disagreed. 'Call down your army.'
'Why would I do that?'
'We're demolishing it.' Percy said. 'It's gonna be gone if you don't.'
The voice chuckled. 'This is just warm up, Percy Jackson.' He paused. It was after a good few minutes before it was heard again. 'Call them to stop and they'll stop.' Then the connection was gone, Percy felt his mind be more free.
"Stop!" He yelled over the noise.
True to Voldemort's words, the monsters stopped and retreated in a bunch, yards away from the wizards. Nico, Thalia and Annabeth went to Percy's side.
"Why?" Percy started. "Why do you attack? Last I checked you didn't fight for wizards."
An empousa stepped forward. "The dark lord has promised great things. Perseus Jackson." He cringed at the name.
"Like what?" Percy asked.
The empousa smirked. "That is for me to know, and for you to find out." Cliche.
"Is it worth it?" Percy questioned. "Dying and going back to hell, for whatever he promised?"
The unity of monsters nodded. "Indeed, it is." The empousa said. "Demigod blood is always worth it."
"We're four" Percy pointed out.
The empousa chuckled. "Not only yours. The dark lord has promised help! When he wins this war he will help."
"What?" Bile rose in Percy's throat at the thought that his home could get invaded. "You'll be dead by the end of this evening." He opted in saying.
"Think as you wish," the empousa said. "Perseus Jackson."
The monster army started retreating, leaving only the empousa and one other monster unknown at the moment in Percy's head which held a bow loaded with an arrow.
Percy trudged forward towards them because they were getting away. "Stay away Perseus." The empousa warned.
The son of Poseidon stopped an eery feeling in him. Then the empousa gestured for the other one to fire. He heard a cry of pain before he found himself by her side. She was barely falling to her knees, an arrow piercing her left abdomen. The wound would be fatal if it wasn't treated quickly.
"Annabeth?" Percy said worriedly as he laid his girlfriend on the ground slowly. Making sure not to make the wound worse.
He held a hand to where the arrow was coming out from, stopping some of the blood flow while Thalia rummaged her pockets for some ambrosia.
Percy looked back up the monster to see the both of them retreating backwards. The first one had a smug look on her face. "The dark lord warned of this." She said with a sneer. "Next time it'll be to the head." And then they were gone, in a flash of flames.
Percy didn't know he was galindo until Annabeth's soft hand caressed his cheek, bringing him back to his old self. She had already munched down on some ambrosia but he knew it wasn't enough the moment he saw her loosing consciousness. He let out a stream of curses in Ancient Greek before picking her up bride style and walking back to the castle where he would make sure she was safe and healed up.
A/N and that's a wrap.
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Well that's it.
Hunter out