Alright so here's chapter two. Long time coming XD

Chapter Two

Fair to say, this fight was nothing like the one against Annabeth. That had been a battle of intelligence, each trying to outmaneuver the other. Trying to find and exploit the opponent's weakness. This was nowhere near as complicated as that. This was a test of strength, simple and primal. As Percy charged forward leveling his sword towards his enemy, the man let out a howl and charged as well. Percy could feel the familiar rush of adrenaline, the feeling of power flowing through him from the waves. But there was something different this time, a wild feeling, as if he were the young male, challenging the alpha wolf. Whoever this man was, he was definitely dangerous. Percy swung his sword forward, aiming for the head. The man raised his arm and the blade smashed into his hand, stopping it short. Percy gritted his teeth and placed his other hand on the blade, pushing as hard as he could. They threw their entire weight behind their respective weapons, pushing with all of their strength. This would be the deciding factor, Percy knew. Whoever won this first contest of power would win the fight. For a few more seconds they stayed there, wrestling.

And then they separated.

Percy took a step back, breathing heavily, watching as the man did the same. He eyed Percy with a new perspective, a cunning glint in his eyes but also, a hint of respect.

"Well met." He remarked, "No mortal has ever managed to match me in strength before." He gave Percy a wolfish grin.

"This will be a glorious kill." He cried, and with that he threw back his head and let out a fiendish howl that sent chills down Percy's spine.

He took a step back as the man began to grow - taller and thicker, till he stood a good foot above Percy. His entire body sprouted fur, and his face elongated into a snout, with his fierce eyes turning a sinister shade of red. He let out a roar, and Percy could only watch in barely concealed horror as the werewolf turned his attention to him. This was no ordinary werewolf though. Percy had met Lycaon, and he was more of a savage man than the creature that stood before him. Every bit the traditional beast, this one was twice as big and much more powerful. Percy suddenly felt a lot less hopeful.

"I have lived for centuries' boy" growled the beast. "I have hunted all over the world. There is no one that has escaped my wrath." The wolfish smile that adorned his face widened.

"I am the first werewolf, born from the blood of chaos and the flesh of Gaea. Now come, demigod, and face your death!"

-Line Break-

Percy was out of his league - that much was clear. The werewolf's first blow nearly broke his hand, and it's second sent Riptide flying into the trees. Percy would get it back, but he had a feeling it wasn't going to help. Besides the fact that the beast would stop him before he got close enough to use it, there was also the fact that only silver metal could harm him – something he was unfortunately short of. A scared whimper reminded him of the children. He risked a glance at them, and saw that they had been smart enough to make for the cover of the trees. They hid behind one now, eyes wide watching as Percy got his butt kicked.

The glance nearly killed him. He almost didn't notice the claw swiping at his throat. He jumped back, but luck was not on his side as the sharp blades cut into his chest. He cried out, the pain was horrible, and he could feel the wounds burning. He darted back a bit further, but the werewolf simply laughed.

"Your fate is sealed now boy" he remarked and held up its claws. They glinted strangely black in the dark, almost glowing. Percy could feel the pull of them, calling to him, a voice that echoed in his head screaming of pain and torture. A sharp pain tore through his chest and forced him onto one knee. The werewolf simply watched.

"The blood of chaos will tear you from the inside boy" he said. "There is no escape, no cure. Better to give up then suffer through it." Percy, however, gritted his teeth and stood again.

The werewolf gave a short bark of laughter.

"Excellent choice. There is no glory in slaughtering unarmed beasts." And with that it charged at him again.

Percy could do nothing but dodge. And even that was hard. Claws attacked from all directions, intent on rendering him into mincemeat. His opponent was both faster and stronger than him. One mistake and he would be cut in half. It didn't really help that the blood of chaos kept whispering to him as well. It promised him many things – first power and wealth if he would give in, then death and suffering if he refused. The longer he resisted the more the agony that it inflicted on him. He was running out of time and he needed a plan. And then, inspiration hit.

A sudden beam of light gave him a slight reprieve as the werewolf was temporarily blinded. He backed up, panting hard, clutching desperately at his sanity. Pushing down the pain, he focused on the waves, and felt the blood recede a small bit. He sighed in relief, opening his eyes once more to resume the battle. The werewolf, however, was standing still, staring at the moon that had just come out from behind the clouds.

"That is most refreshing" he sighed, as a strange glow began to emanate from him "It's been so long I'd almost forgotten what it felt like." Percy could only watch in horror as the man began to grow even bigger, till he was nearly as tall as the trees near the edge of the beach. He gave a ground shaking howl, and Percy stumbled backwards as the sound nearly burst his eardrums.

Dammit! He cried in his head. As if this fight wasn't hard enough

He did have an idea now at least. It may have helped the werewolf, but for the first time since the fight started, Percy felt a slight spark of hope.

Artemis, he prayed, send help please.

Unfortunately, there was only silence, and Percy had no idea if Artemis had actually heard him.

Even if she did, Percy would still need to keep himself alive. And there was only one way he could match the sheer strength of his enemy. The only problem was that the beast was between him and the water, and even if he managed to get past him, there was still too much land for him to cover. The beast would catch him. But Percy had learned a lot from Annabeth. If strength and skill weren't enough, then he would have to rely on trickery. He charged one more time. Somehow, he knew that this would be the last time he would be the one attacking in this battle.

The werewolf waited, deciding to let his prey approach. One more blow, and this would be over. It was a valiant effort, but there was a reason he had lived for centuries. And one demigod would not be his downfall.

Percy knew it was over when he tripped and fell; landing hands first in the sand. He was too weak to get back up, and his enemy, taking pity on him, drew close, intent on finishing him off. He opened his mouth, and knelt down to kill him.

And that was when Percy acted. Hands full of sand; he threw then as hard as he could into the werewolf's mouth. The beast stumbled backwards as the dry rocks smothered his throat. He coughed viciously, and hung his tongue out, trying to get rid of the horrible material.

Meanwhile, Percy took his opportunity. Almost unconscious, mentally and physically drained, he put every last bit of strength into charging down the beach.

-Line Break-

By the time the werewolf had recovered, Percy was gone. He gave a growl at the prospect of losing his prey. It had been an interesting fight. The demigod was surprisingly resilient. Not to mention cunning. The wolf in him could respect that. Mentally shrugging, he turned back to complete its mission. That was when something with the power of a train crashed into him, sending him flying up the beach.

Growling in pain, and a little bit of excitement at the prospect of another fight, he rose once more to see what had happened. To say he was surprised was an understatement. He had a good reason to be as well. Percy stood there, very much alive and in the centre of his own personal hurricane.

"I'm not done with you" Percy shouted, raising his hands in a fighting stance "This is only gonna end one way – with you dead!" The werewolf grinned in anticipation.

"Then bring it on, son of the sea" he returned. "Do not hold back, and neither will I, and we shall see who comes out victorious!" And so the two opponents clashed again.

Percy was once again amazed at the power behind his enemy. Despite having fought for a good ten minutes, his attacks were still almost too fast for Percy to counter. Percy was at his strongest, and yet he still wasn't confident that he would win. The battle was dead even (pun FULLY intended) – at least for a while. But as Percy lacked a way to harm the beast, he was simply stalling for time, for the small hope that Artemis would take pity on him and send her hunters. The beast was not letting up anytime soon, and Percy was already tired. So he fought and fought, as the moon slowly made its way over the night sky and the horizon turned red, and still no sign of help.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime to Percy, the attacks began to slow. The werewolf leaped back, panting heavily now, and Percy, tired beyond explanation, fell once more to his knees. His body ached, complaining at his reckless move. He had pushed it beyond what he was capable of, and he knew he would be feeling it for a long time. If he survived, that is.

The beast, still panting heavily, grunted at him in respect.

"This has been the toughest fight of my existence," he remarked casually, "truly fine sport you are."

Percy wasn't sure whether to take that as a compliment. But he replied anyway with a simple "Thanks, I guess."

The werewolf chuckled and, with a big effort, stood up again.

"I will give you one chance" he said. "You have proven yourself. Stand down, and you will not die." Percy grimaced in pain, but determinedly got to his feet and once more, took a fighting pose.

"I'm afraid not." He replied calmly, though his heart was racing in panic. The werewolf sighed.

"Very well," he growled, "I will give you that which you seek." And he charged at Percy one last time.

Percy knew he wouldn't stop it this time. He was too weak, too drained. So, he braced himself, waiting for the inevitable.

And it came.

The sound of a hunting horn rung throughout the area, causing the leaves to dance and the waves to splash more forcefully onto the beach. Percy felt a wave of relief washing over him as the sound halted his enemy in his tracks. Sniffing the wind, the werewolf frowned in confusion.

"I smell nothing," He growled, "What is- "

He never got the chance to finish his sentence. A silver arrow sprung from the treeline, plunging through his thick fur coat, striking deep into his flesh. He roared in pain and stumbled back from the impact. He desperately clutched the shaft in his hand.

"What…" He tried to continue.

Another arrow joined the first, and then another and another until the werewolf collapsed to its knees. Its black blood flowed onto the sand, and it gasped painfully for air as it felt the silver burn away at it's life force.

"Who dares" He asked in a pained voice, looking towards his would-be victim. Percy followed suit, looking up at the figure that seemed to have just appeared next to him. Standing proudly, bathed by the moonlight, was a small girl around 14 years old, with silver eyes that seemed to pierce worse than any blade, and exuding enough power to level a small city. Placing a hand on her hip, she regarded the beast before her with a small smile.

"A fine prey indeed. A pity it spent most of its energy on you."

The werewolf growled, though it could sense death coming quickly.

"Who are you?" It asked. She responded simply

"I am Artemis"

Hope you liked it. Expect more soon