Holiday arrowed down to the ground as Raina yelled, "Death to whatever the heck these uglies are! DIE!" Roland looked at her, a little afraid.
"Umm... Never mind." he muttered. "What? Do ya wanna go the same way as these guys?!" Raina demanded, slicing two hellhounds neatly in half. Raina felt like she was born for this!
Holiday was screaming with hysterical laughter, which was not helping matters much, and wasn't helping Raina calm down at all.
Shut up already! Raina screamed. Sorry! I haven't had this much fun in ages! Holiday replied giddily.
Raina yelped as a Cyclops took a swing at her head, ugly eye squinting in anticipation for a yummy Demigod-On-A-Fist.
He missed but hit Holiday, bruising her wing. The pegasus whinnied and bolted into the camp, throwing Raina off, and leaving her alone.
Roland yelled, Nightshade whinnied, and the Cyclops roared in pure joy, but that seemed far away to Raina. She glanced hazily at the massive club clutched in the monster's grimy, chubby hands as it came down, down, down, aiming at her face.
Suddenly, there was a woosh and Raina felt like an arrow had narrowly missed her face. An invisible force gently brushed her aside as it slammed into the poor monster.
The poor Cyclops gave a "Whoot!" of surprise, and promptly turned into a pine tree. As Raina began to black out, the last thing she saw was an extremely– *cough, cough*–handsome boy with dark eyes, olive skin, and a spiky black hairdo. A polecat was seated on his shoulder, chittering madly.
"It's about time!" the boy snapped, his hands glowing. Raina blacked out.