Percy Pov
Percy sprung into the air, Riptide transforming mid-swing before
Clang!
Percy shouted in pain as his sword slid off the werewolf like a butter knife. His shoulder bent back into an unnatural angle, he lay sprawled onto the ground, eyes blurring. Even as Percy's nerves throbbed in agony, he could tell that that dirty werewolf had a Cheshire grin as wide as the moon on his face.
"Percy, you gods forsaken dumb ass!" said Thalia from behind him, a little concern leaking into her tone.
Her words seemed to act as a catalyst as chaos erupted all around Percy.
In a frenzied state, Percy shot up and backed away to form a tight-knit circle with his ragtag comrades. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Frank in apparent shock, a wide-eyed expression upon his face while Thalia fought in the loose greek-style he loved, but she wasn't wielding her usual knife. Instead, she held a silvery dagger in her hand occupying 5 wolves and that werewolf.
Percy's thoughts became clear once again as battle-fueled adrenaline replaced his pain. Silver, silver, SILVER. Annabeth had drilled something into his seaweed brain after all. He needed silver to kill the wolves!
Unfortunately, Percy was faced with a more immediate problem, death. Nearly twenty wolves were closing in on him in a crescent shape. With no silver, that left him one option, run.
For the first time in a while, his ADHD came in handy. As he sprinted away from the wolves he spotted a sheet-iron shed that was just tall enough to avoid the wolves Hunger Games style. Each step increased his anxiety that the wolves were right behind him and with each step the Earth seemed to become softer and more difficult to run on. With each glance behind him, it became increasingly clear that he was not winning the race to the shed. With his heart pounding in his throat and quite a few promises to the gods to do more cardio training if he survived this, Percy was thrown to the ground by a set of 4 paws.
He closed his eyes and braced for the inevitable, but… it never came. The two steady paws that stuck into his back like nails seemed to be awaiting a command. Figuring that this was his last and only chance, Percy attempted to roll out from underneath the wolves, and that was a mistake that he would come to regret many times in the future.
A scream of pain like no other filled every inch of the air as Percy's back was torn to shreds by the wolf's razor-sharp claws. The wolf cackled at Percy's futile attempt at escape while Percy's back muscles twitched incessantly underneath the unrelenting paws of the wolf. Black dots filling his vision, Percy's scream decreased to a low groan before the sweet bliss of unconsciousness took him away.
Thalia Pov
Artemis had informed The Hunt about Lycaon and his wolves, but Thalia had never seen them in her short stint with the girls. The wolves were the stuff of nightmares with a crazed and rabid look in their eyes. Silver-gray fur glinted in the Canadian sun, low pitched growling filled the air as the wolves primed for attack. Saliva dripping from their razor-sharp teeth. The main attraction of this freak show was Lycaon, half-man, half-wolf. A visible hatred of the gods emanated from his horrific form. Zeus had really outdone himself this time. Gray patches of hair stuck out in between sickly pieces of human skin. Worst of all was his terrifying face that showed equal cunning and animalistic rage.
The stand-off broke as Percy broke into a running jump with Riptide raised. With a deafening clang, Thalia's face stifled a snort and a gasp simultaneously as Percy collapsed to the ground. That idiot.
"Percy, you gods forsaken dumb ass!" she said a little too harshly.
He didn't appear to hear her, face contorting with pain. Thalia winced unconsciously at Percy's pain before redirecting her focus towards the battle.
Lycaon's smirk only widened at Percy's pain.
"For Arcadia," Lycaon spoke nonchalantly.
The wolves sprang forward blindly at his words, moving Thalia to action.
She let her battle instincts take over, engaging the closest five wolves and Lycaon. Almost immediately after approaching the wolves, Thalia was on the defense. The pack attacked in perfect synchronized movements while Lycaon played the Chess King, letting his pawns do the work to protect their master. Thalia feinted a low rotating kick before pulling into a gainer at the last moment slamming the silver spurs of her combat boots into the wolf at her right. The wolf's skull caved in in a flurry of blood and rabid saliva and collapsed to the ground.
Thalia didn't have the time to feel the pleasure of the wolf dissolving into gold dust because the four other wolves did not hesitate to continue their onslaught. Evidently furious at the death of their fellow wolf, even more wolves attacked. Percy was nowhere to be found as she fought for her life, but instead of getting mad, she only worried. Gods, what was wrong with her? Thalia was completely on the defense at this point, and finally, she was overwhelmed. Three wolves slammed into her, rocking her entire body before she blacked out.
Frank POV
Frank could only look at the horrifying scene ahead of him in shock. Panic seized him as Percy and Thalia fell to the wolves one at a time. His mind struggled to comprehend the bloodshed ahead of him, but he did know one thing: he was next.
As if just realizing that Frank existed, Lycaon made a careless gesture towards him that Frank interpreted pretty quickly as "kill him", and the wolves carefully formed a cautious circle around the demigod, pawing the ground around Frank.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Kill him for Hades' sake."
The wolves refused Lycaon's directions and continued to paw at the ground surrounding Frank.
As his shock wore off, confusion replaced it. Why wasn't he dead yet? His question was answered sooner than he expected when a massive thirteen-foot tall soldier dropped from the sky in a kneeling position. At this point, Frank was convinced that his grandmother had snuck LSD into his breakfast in another one of her crazy life lessons.
A booming masculine voice rocked through the forest, "Bow before Mars, Lycaon."
Lycaon's name was added with distaste, Frank noticed.
Finally giving up his nonchalant mien, Lycaon spoke, "I WILL NOT BOW BEFORE OLYM-."
"SILENCE PUPPY, YOU WILL NOT DISRESPECT MARS ULTOR."
The giant muscular soldier detached a Negev light machine gun from his soldier and fed a string of seemingly silver bullets through the gigantic gun in a perfect graceful motion. Wasting no time, the man in camouflage opened fire at the wolves, but he only managed to rip through five wolves before the pack disappeared in a flash of white light.
Frank stared at the dead disintegrating wolves before shifting his gaze to the soldier's face. An expression of murderous glee was glued to the soldier's face as he looked upon his handiwork.
While the giant's eyes were glued to the dissolving wolves, something clicked in Frank's brain. If he was a demigod, then this guy was probably a god. Realizing the implications of this, Frank quickly kneeled.
After the final bit of gold dust was gone, the presumed god turned to Frank, "Cowards," he muttered before raising his voice to Frank, "That was for your mother. I'm sorry son, but I can not stay long, for there are many issues among the gods."
Following those confusing words, the god held out his hand, and light condensed towards a singularity about an inch above his hand until a desert eagle bayonet was visible.
"I've never really loved words, so here's a gift." The god handed the incredibly dangerous weapon to Frank before stroking his vibrantly red goatee, "Hmmm, how do you mortals say it? Yes, I shoot first, and ask questions later."
With those eloquent remarks, the god disappeared in a flash of light followed closely by a deafening bang.
A/N: Motivation is at an all-time low for me because of school, sports, and friends, so this is the length of chapters that I will probably be uploading very inconsistently in the future. Thank you for all the support, and remember that I accept any constructive criticism. If you have any ideas for the future of this story then I will likely implement them if they aren't completely stupid. Anyways, I love you guys.
Quiz: How did Lycaon become a werewolf?
-Ap0110