A/N: I got bored so have another chapter! This'll be the first chapter of 2 for the war. Afterwards wll be some bridging fluff between BOTL and TLO of some character development and what not. Any who, time for more sarcastic wolf fun!

Disclaimer: Seriously is there like, a button or something that automatically adds a statement that says I don't own the stuff I don't own? No? Whatever, Rick owns PJO and HOO I own my OC's and original plot.

Chapter 19: Let Loose

They made good time and popped back up through Zeus's fist. They quickly made their way to the Big House to find Chiron while Noir split off towards the water. Percy had asked him to accompany when he had declined saying, "I have a friend to introduce."

He promptly took off in owl form before transforming into some kind of serpent and diving head first into the Long Island Sound without so much as a splash. They dismissed it as the wolf being his typical cryptic/show off self and promptly entered the big house.

"Chiron! We need a War Council ASAP!" Chiron registered the serious tone and didn't even bother to correct the rudeness of the order. There were more pressing matters, not to mention all are equal on the battlefield. Especially when fighting for the same cause.

Not 10 minutes later the head councillors plus Artemis, Thalia, and Lily were in the council room. Lily chose to address the elephant in the room, or rather the possible lack thereof.

"Where's Noir?"

She was answered when she was engulfed in a black blur.

"I knew it! I knew you'd miss me!" She obliged and let her self be snuggled as the Wolf hybrid held her against his chest. She almost freaked when she saw the additional limbs but managed to keep it under wraps, unlike Silena who jumped a mile and a half in the air. The table shared a laugh at her expense before Noir shot her a wink and a joked about being good with his hands and called the meeting to order. He spent the rest of the meeting being not so subtly glared at by Bekendorf and keeping his eyes off a blushing Silena for Bekendorf's sake.

Once the news of the approaching battle was delivered he had them quickly set off towards the forest while he handed out instructions like he'd done it a million times. Then again for all they knew he probably had.

"Hephaestus cabin! Traps, as many as possible around the entrance that way we can push them backwards into a group. Get the Hermes cabin to help place them and if the Hunters want to they can help too. Athena cabin! Strategic placement of the Apollo and Hunters for maximum damage and minimum repercussions. Demeter cabin! Work with the Vanguard that will be the Ares cabin and use the forest against them. I want roots, walls, and snares. Funnel them into the Ares cabin spear wall. Percy in particular I want you in front of the main force ready to cut through. Don't worry, you got this. If Cheshire or any other surprises pop up I'll handle it. Good? Great. Now for the final addition. Briares!"

Out from the Sound they all watched with baited breath as the giant stepped forward. He rose looking like a tree with his hundred hands doing all kinds of different things. Tinkering with spare pieces of metal and playing rock paper scissors. One pair even seems to be teaching another pair sign language.

"The last of the Hecatonchires…" Chiron said in awe.

"Yeah but he'll be working with Poseidon down in the forges afterwards. Win-win situation really."

They all nodded and broke apart each cabin reporting to the designated station.

Noir spent the next little while assigning the Aphrodite cabin to aid in the hiding of traps and snares, making sure the campers that would be acting as archers would be properly camouflaged, and even having them experiment with knife throwing and assassination. Every now and again he would bump into Silena "by accident" whenever Charlie was around. They could all see what he was doing since everyone at the camp knew Beckendorf and Silena liked each other. It was still amusing but jealousy inducing since half the girls (and some guys) were quite jealous of the purposeful tender touches Noir was throwing into the mix. It was really clear, either Charlie took action or Noir would swoop in for the kill.

In between his teasing sessions with the Aphrodite head camper he was helping augment the Greek fire grenades. No one could be disappointed or even mad at him as he quickly zoomed around helping anyone and everyone he could. Armor and weapons were being sharpened at ridiculous speeds. Daggers, arrows, throwing knives, spear heads, and even the odd halberd were being spewed at the campers who were finding them better balanced than their typical weapons.

Most of the girls couldn't even stay mad as he sent warm smiles and friendly words their ways while he provided killer techniques and weapons to the guys. As hectic and grim the situation was the campers couldn't help but be happy. They were together and regardless of unclaimed or claimed they were working together, having fun together, and they were living together. It was nice and they couldn't wait for the war to be over. They all just wanted peace and they hoped the ridiculous hybrid would stay. He hadn't been in their lives long but he'd made a great impact. He was their older brother they'd never had. As for Noir he hadn't had this much fun in ages.

Silena and Beckendorf were adorably oblivious, Katie Gardner was shy and would most likely be the next person of his interest, Connor and Travis would help with the prank wars, the Ares cabin would be fun for a workout, the Hephaestus cabin would let him burn some energy (literally), Percy would be hilarious fun whenever they went to the beach, and the Hunters were his personal refuge to do nothing and play around with. Lily was his sweetheart and that wouldn't change anytime soon. He even considered messing with Artemis, melting her frozen heart would be beneficial to all. Plus she was adorable when flustered so that would always be fun. He chortled quietly as he helped map out he positions of the forces before the battle. Hopefully this would blow over quickly enough that he didn't have to bother giving up the full advantage he gained from Cheshire's fuck up.

"Show me the scales of balance." In his hand two floating baskets appeared. One was sky blue with hints of white while the other was blood red decorated with black splatter. In the middle was a three headed woman. One head had no eyes, the next no mouth, and the final no ears. In one hand a sword and in the other a scroll. Upon were inscribed the laws of the First and the consequences of deviation. He held it up to eye level and watched as they tipped in favor of the red basket. He judged it to be a 45-55 split in the enemies favor. He whistled low, that fight with Antaeus was more prominent than he had expected. He still had good lee way for action and could use it however he pleased.

Most of the campers that saw his smile shivered. They only hoped whatever he was planning would be good for them and not for their enemies. If only they knew how much fun he would have tearing Cheshire's face off. It only caused his smile to broaden and the campers took take a generous step back as he approached the war council. When he got into the Big House rec room a couple of the head councillors swallowed nervously while he toyed with the scales in his hand. When he finally realized he was scaring people he let the scales dissipate and his smile to reduce to a 'frendly' smirk.

"Sorry, had some…ideas for if or when Cheshire gets here. They'll be in the least…"

He licked his lips with lidded eyes, "Entertaining."

There was a collective shudder (no one knew if out or arousal or fear at this point) before they finally put the finishing touches on the battle plan and placements with Noir's help. Tonight would be the start of war.

-LINE BREAK OF VICTORY-

The Campers and Hunters were in position quickly. The plan was known and everyone was ready for anything and everything they could or would throw at them. They all just hoped that they wouldn't be facing everything they had to throw at them.

Noir picked up on their apprehension. He didn't blame them at all. He had been around since before time had existed and would likely be there long after it ended. Not to mention the other dimensions he technically existed in… But that's irrelevant. He stood at the forefront of the main force, just behind the Ares cabin's shield wall/wedge. Percy had a tight grip on Riptide as they waited and he simply had one set of arms behind his head and the other set in his pockets. Both pairs were clad in his gauntlets and out of every single person there, he was more than likely the only one giddy like a schoolgirl. True his face was stoic and emotionless but inside? He was anxious. True he hated war and yada yada but any prospect of destruction made his blood sing. He blamed it on his domains not his nature.

On the note of singing he could feel a tingle of response. Cheshire had answered his challenge. Both of them loved to expend power, both of them loved the feel of bones snapping beneath their knuckles, both needed this expenditure.

It was unfortunate they were on opposing sides, especially since they had been friends before-

Huh? Those weren't his memories. Which meant… The boss? Already? No… it wasn't. His consciousness was returning. Slowly but surely. He began to grin. This expenditure is exactly what he needed.

He felt the cold kiss of a blade on his neck and quickly dispelled his bloodlust. He looked over with a raised eyebrow at Percy who was panting with a dark look in his eyes. He blinked twice before they widened in horror and he stumbled back. Noir lashed out and steadied him and shot him an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. I really rather have to be careful with my emotions. Proximity to…lesser existences can have some adverse effects on their behavior. Don't worry about it though. Won't happen again…well…after this battle maybe…"

Percy nodded and retook his stance. He was trembling. He felt all of the anticipation in Noir to tear into the enemy. He could feel the macabre glee Noir felt when he crushed monster like flies. The scariest part? His normal disdain for murder had gone out the window. Monsters or not he would and had never taken pleasure in ending lives. Now? For that brief moment? He longed for it. He had hoped the Minotaur was back so he could tear off his arms this time around. Beat the beef head to death with his own limbs. Hear his pitiful-

"Stand ready!" Noir's voice broke him out of the trance. He shuddered involuntarily in excitement. He'd ask Noir to rip the feelings out of him afterwards. He just hope his didn't lose too much humanity in the process. He sighed heavily. Immortals make life difficult.

Noir's voice echoed in his head. "Why thank you! We try."

He turned to snap out a response, but was interrupted when the Pile of Deer Droppings exploded.

P.O.V Shift: First, Noir

Hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry! Bloody monsters were taking to goddamn long! Ugh! Just gotta reign in the excitement. Just bring it in. They already hit the Greek fire, the pit falls will be next, then the snares, and then the thorn wall before the wedge. Deep breathe in, and out. I raised my foot and brought it down sending a shockwave through the area. I could feel the opposition approaching. Sprinting right at us.

"Tell the Demeter cabin to be ready to drop the wall. The signal will be a shockwave."

I didn't wait for a response before I shot into the air. Arching gently over the wall I could see the monsters coming fast. I kicked out and shot towards the earth bringing down a monstrous axe kick. The shockwave tore forward stumbling the assault and scattering their forces. The wall dropped behind me.

"Enjoy the meet and greet!" And I was gone again as the Ares cabin's wedge slammed into them full force, spears bristling. Dracaena wailed and Hellhounds howled as they were reduced to dust. I stood behind then blinking from one opponent to the next as the Wedge continued its march. Percy led the remaining soldiers on foot straight forward while the Demeter cabin formed walls on either side of us slanting away. The funnel would let us spread out as we moved forward and restrict enemies should we need to retreat.

I ended up next to Percy for a while as we fought side by side while Annabeth flitted in and out of sight. Grover was helping us push with the nature spirits and Clarisse and her cabin had broken up the wall and was leading the charge. All in all it was going good. Till Cheshire ruined the fun.

He popped up and even waved before vanishing. My smile faded. Where the hell was my epic battle for god's sake?! I whipped around just in time to see him knock a Hermes camper off balance as he fought. I swept in and blocked a spear aimed for his neck while he righted himself so he could get back in the fight. A yelp alerted me to an Apollo camper falling from a tree in which Cheshire stood. He blinked out while I blinked in to catch the kid. And so it continued. He endangered and I rescued. Most of them weren't supposed to die and despite that it would shift the scales I couldn't just resurrect them. Death had its own rules and I'd rather not deal with the Fates. So I was locked out of combat. And I'm pissed about it too.

P.O.V Shift: 3rd Omniscient

Campers and Monsters alike were suffering from migraines as they watched their respective secret weapons essentially play a game of murder tag around the battle field. Only difference is that Cheshire wouldn't blink back to save any monsters Noir tossed off balance when he saved campers. Despite Noir being literally everywhere and the hard strategic positioning of the campers the battle was being lost on their front. There were just too many Monsters and Noir couldn't exactly annihilate the entire force of the wave without sacrificing lives; which was something he refused to do. There was a small cheer when Daedalus arrived with an automaton squad and Mrs. O'Leary and joined the fray with the campers. Grover let loose a horrid screech causing a panic within the monster ranks. Daedalus and Annabeth fought together while Percy and Tyson took on Kampê. Noir had growled when she had popped up, pissed he didn't get to finish her off since he was busy with Cheshire. Regardless of his efforts, Noir could still hear the screams of rage and anguish as campers' siblings and friends fell. He could physically feel the lives being lost and he could feel Cheshire's joy at the campers' outrage.

Noir's teeth (both sets) were grinding as he pulled an even younger camper out of the way of an oncoming spear. He could hear Cheshire's unrestrained cackles as lives were snuffed out. Unbridled rage was starting to take over his previous grim excitement and he'd be damned if he didn't unleash it this day.

With Percy

Percy and Tyson fought like hell. Literally. Tyson had yoinked some of the explosive cannonballs the Laistrygonians had once thrown at him and was unleashing a flaming onslaught that was keeping Kampê on the defensive. It was a miracle and a half that he wasn't singed but he wasn't going to question a good thing. He and Kampê exchanged heavy blows, the bitch had even disfigured the shield Tyson had gave him before the chariot race. He scowled and ripped it off while dodging a scimitar before whipping it at her head where it bounced off with a loud clang! She screeched in outrage before being nailed in the face again by Tyson with a cannonball. Howling in rage she began to grow. From 8ft to 10, then 15, then 25, then-

CRUNCH!

Dust settled about the massive boulder that had landed on the winged monstrosity leaving behind mangled scimitars, which was all that was left of the jailor of the Heckatonchires. Briares roared his triumph and continued to pelt the army as Tyson and Percy turned to dive back into the fray, only to stop when a very familiar shriek pierced the air.

With Annabeth

Despite how much she might have loathed Daedalus for betraying everything she had ever expected of a great child of Athena, she had to admit he was a master with a blade. His long sword flashed and danced through the air, knocking weapons aside while she closed in and finished off the monsters. She would have complained that it felt like they had fought together forever but when in war everything goes. However, she couldn't help but notice how every scream and injury sustained by those around them seemed to be weighing on him. His swords strokes becoming more firm with every scream, more brutal with every drop of blood, more blood thirsty with every fallen demi-god. It wasn't enough.

The Labyrinth simply poured out more monsters to fill the gaps. He steeled his resolve as a spear launched Annabeth's knife into the grounds. He kicked a fallen spear into the Dracaena, tossed his sword to Annabeth, took the spear lunge for her, and pulled the Dracaena closer as Annabeth swung turning the monster to dust as she cried in outrage.

The last things he saw before his passing was Thanatos smiling sadly and Cheshire looming over Annabeth with a heavily curved sword.

With Noir

Noir had heard the scream recognizing it easily. He recognized the disgusting projected feelings of macabre glee as he saw Cheshire looming over Annabeth as she knelt beside a fallen Daedalus. He felt the familiar Khopesh bury itself in his shoulder rather than Annabeth's neck. He felt the Labyrinth collapse, cutting off all enemy reinforcements, and he felt the leash loosen at the Fate's command. He saw Cheshire rapidly pale. He felt the dead silence that was imposed as his most gruesome smile carved its way across the normally kind features of his face. He felt his canines lengthening and pressing into his lips. He felt his second set of teeth moving in tandem with his first.

"You swung first."

A/N: Welp I promised longer chapters so have 3K+ words! They'll prob get longer still so stay tuned for more Titan $$ whoop!