Kace's POV
Skeletons were marching around, terrorizing the students, and blowing up random cars and trees. Abigail and I sprinted for them. She pulled two beads from her necklace, which morphed into two hunting knives as long as her arm. I noted the strange color of the blades. Bronze. Why bronze? As far as I knew, she'd never had bronze weapons, preferring silver steel over most metals. "What type is that?" I asked. "It's 'we can figure it out later once the skeletons are dead!'" She replied. And with that, she threw her small dagger at a skeleton where it burst into flames and burned into ashes.
One skeleton came flying towards me and I slashed it across the ribs. It collapsed into bones, but in a matter of seconds, it popped back up like nothing ever happened. Ok, skeletons popping back into form like magnetized toys. Sure, why not? I spun around and broke its' head off with a heel kick before twisting around and breaking its' ribs. Some of the tinier bones shattered, but the skeleton raised its hand and swiped at me. I ducked and swept my foot under it, knocking it off balance. Before it could get back up, I stomped on the bones, splintering them all. I glanced over at Abigail, and she seemed to be having the same problem. I was about to tell her to shatter their bones when she suddenly kicked out, sending the skeleton flying backward. It fell to the ground, but it was already starting to get back up. Abigail leaped forward and jumped up and down all over the bones, giggling with each satisfying crunch. She's delicate that way.
Focusing back on the fight around me, I morphed my sword back into a miniature figure and pocketed it. If crushing their bones was what we needed, I definitely knew a quicker way to do things. I raised a hand and felt a tug in my gut as water came rushing out of the now broken water fountains in the front of the school. It gushed around, trapping skeletons in its' grip. When all the skeletons were immobilized, I made the water form into a giant sphere, and the waves inside as strong as blades to shatter their bones. Within minutes, they were all dust and splintered pieces of bones. I waved my hands and the water dissipated. I looked at the pair of us. We were both unscathed, thankfully, though it would've been nice if the skeletons had landed a few bruises on Abigail. Nothing I say ever gets into her head, so she's always crazy reckless. Being the good friend I am, I have to follow her and keep her from killing herself by accident.
As her knives returned as beads to her necklace, I asked again, "What type was that?" She shrugged. "No clue." I sighed with exasperation. "Can anything go right in this world?" As per usual, Abigail wasn't listening to me, but her eyes were locked onto something behind me. I turned around and saw a teenage boy with messy black hair and sea-green eyes leaning against a black Porsche. On the other side of the car, a blonde-haired girl with tan skin was staring at us. She seemed like a normal girl from California, but her stormy grey eyes ruined the image. She was beautiful, I guess, hot even. Still not my type, though. I shot Abigail a look, and she looked bewildered, shrugging. So we don't know if they saw us fighting or not. Great start.
While the other students were still in shock and terrified, the blonde-haired girl walked toward Abigail and I. "What's your name?" The blonde girl asked me. "What's yours?" I responded. If there's been anything I've learned that was actually useful so far, it's don't trust people when you first meet them. She frowned and turned towards the boy, who was still leaning against the car. "Seaweed Brain, they might be new demigods!" she yelled. "Obviously, Wise Girl, or else how could they have seen the skeletons?" he replied. "Ok, so did either of you understand that?" she asked. Abigail and I both nodded. She unsheathed something that had the same bronze tint that Abigail had summoned. "Can you-" Before she could finish, I said, "Yeah, we can." She raised her eyebrows. "Ok then. We need to take you to Camp Half-Blood. Let's say, after school?" She asked. "You never told us your name," Abigail said. There was a wary look in her eyes as she glanced at the boy coming over and the girl in front of us. The blonde stared at us for a few seconds before she finally spoke. "Chase. Annabeth Chase."