Chapter Two
The Battle of Grief
What met their eyes was chaos. Monsters of all kinds were battling against the campers. There could be no organization here-it would take too long to form strategies. "LEGIONARIES OF THE FOURTH COHORT! SCATTER AND FIGHT!" Everyone separated and started to fight. Amy took on an empousa, lashing out with her sword. The empousa hissed and lunged. Amy dodged it and gutted it. It disintegrated. Disintegrated into yellow dust! That's Greek! Monsters never attack us! What's happening? She thought, leaping onto a hellhound and bringing her sword onto it's head. She moved on to battle another hellhound. When she sliced open it's stomach, she turned and saw Caleb and Susan fighting another round of empousai. Everywhere, Romans were falling. What was happening?! Then it hit her-the Romans were used to fighting as a legion, not like this. This is what a Greek would do. The empousai cackled and hissed, brandishing its claws. Susan screamed as a hellhound attacked her and broke her neck with a quick twist of its paws. SNAP! Amy froze in horror as Susan fell to the ground, her head angled in a funny position. The empousa sank her fangs into Caleb's neck, and his eyes glazed over. Amy could tell that he had met the same fate as Susan. Anger, grief, and fear unfroze her. She gave a scream of rage and raised her sword, charging at the hellhound and empousa. Blood roared in her ears as she slashed at the hellhound, then sliced the empousa in half. She scrambled away, smashing her sword down onto the drakon's eyes. Soon, all of the monster were gone. And the remaining Romans were staring at her.