Percy
Okay my day was going weirdly even for me, I was running threw New York hopping from roof top to roof top chasing two guys. I wasn't chasing them for any reason it was because they had snatched Annabeth, we were just walking and out of no where we were attacked by these two goon, they manage to knock Annabeth out and took off. I wasn't gonna let anyone take Annabeth from me, i don't care if it cost me my life. I took out riptide from my pocket knowing where the two guys were heading, they were heading to a dead end. Now there was only one problem actully beating these guys, they were more then decent fighters and I could barely defend against one of them.
The two guys stopped in the dead end just like I expected, I landed about 10 ft behind them a safe distance so I could properly defend myself. They turned around and I examined them closely, one was just my height and one was about 6'3 much taller then me, the one my height was wearing a tight black v-neck sweater with a leather jacket over top, black leather pants and combat boots. The other one had a similar attire except for he had black fingureless fighting gloves, but the werid thing about these two were that they both had steel silver mask on that only showed there eyes. The tall one had dark blue eyes and the shorter one had deep brown eyes, I only realized one weapon on both of them. They both were carrying celestial bronze swords each one about 3 ft long and about 5 inches in width. The taller one had Annabeth over his shoulder passed out, "Who are you guys" I asked taking a somewhat defensive stance, one where you couldn't tell I was prepared for an attack but also ready to spring into action at any moment.
They remained silent and just stare at me, then the shorter one stepped forward and got into a fighting stance, he didn't draw his sword showing he wanted hand to hand combat. I wanted to fight him on even grounds and stuck riptide back in my pocket, I was pretty good hand to hand fighter, using Alexander the great method of fighting that he created and a mix of mix martial arts I learned at camp. I got into my stance staying on my side to make sure I could keep an eye on the big guy, making sure this was a fare fight. The guy stood there waiting, so I guess he wanted me to make the first move so that's exactly what I was gonna do. I charged him and twisted my body to the left going to hit him with my right elbow, he raised his left forearm blocking it and then before I could make another move palmed me on the gut knocking the wind out of me with his right hand sending me on my butt 5ft back.
I grabbed my stomach the pain starting to settle in, that hurt a lot look like this guy knew what he was doing. I looked up at the place where the guy was and only saw his comrade, where did he go was what I thought as I was gripped by my neck and flung onto the next building behind me with so much force that I almost fell off that roof to only stop myself by grabbing a vent I flew by. I was a little dizzy but, right when I got my surroundings back a saw a foot crashing down from above. I was just barely able to barrel roll out of the way. Before my skull was crushed, the guy had missed me but the vent was completely destroyed.
I struggled to stand up, but I got back on my feet. My body hurt all over the palm to the gut did more damage then I thought, I charged the guy again and tackled him, thank the gods that I had a strength of an earthquake and forced him to the ground. I was now on top of him and as fast as I could crushed the tip of my elbow into his air pipe, a move that killed the opponent instantly. I wasn't a killer I hadn't actully killed anyone yet purposely but I couldn't have beat this guy without killing him. I was about to get off the feeling of guilt instantly overwhelming me, when his hand rushed to my throat and lifted me off of him, and into the air as he stood up.
"How...how?" I stud erred out, how the hades was this guy alive? His eyes met mine and I saw only one thing...Hatred I heard him muttered one word before he threw me to the ground with enough force to break my right arm, "Pathetic". I yelled in pain of my arm being completely smashed to bits, he started to stomp on my arm mercilessly with each step a new rush of pain overwhelmed me. He stopped for halve a second to admire his handy work, a faint tear of pain slipping from my eye. I dare not look at my arm fearing what I would see, he was about to continue before his comrade shouted at him "Enough we got what we came for come on, leave the boy to suffer" the tall one said in a deep voice demanding authority.
The short one looked at me then, turned slightly preparing to leave and then in a flash his sword had already slid right threw my right arm in a downward arc motion cutting deep into the roof as well. The pain was to intense and I knew if the pain didn't knock me out then I knew the blood lost would. I didn't even have the energy to scream anymore, the last thing I saw before I passed out was Annabeth disappear into the darkness.
