A Tainted Half-Blood

Chapter 4-Clarrise's Rage and Snort

Disclaimer: I do not own PJo or HoO, all rights to Rick Riordan.

Both the demigods eyes widen in shock as the beastly form of Clarrise rampaged through the trees.

A giggle slipped through Annabeth's tightly pressed lips, her hand snapped up to it in surprise. Percy was looked like he was turning blue from lack of oxygen, as he was trying his hardest to not cry with laughter.

Poop covered her head and shoulder as it dribbled down her muscular arm. It look as though smoke was coming out of her ears and nose. Her stance was almost bull like; crazed and animalistic.

Her nostrils flared at the reaction she was getting. She started smiling like a predator, wicked and soulless.

"You finding something funny Jackson?" she questioned tauntingly.

There was an underlining to her question with whatever he was going to reply.

He shook his head wildly, unable to use his words.

A pigs snort left her pudgy lips, such a replica to a pig it took the second that sound came out of her big mouth the two demigods took a quick glance at each other with their eyes welling up with tears before bursting out in frivolous laughter.

They rolled and slammed their palms at the ground not being able to find any but hilarious.

Clarrise stood in the background clenching her fists tight before releasing them. Her eyes narrowed tightly at the two that dared to laugh at her face.

A savage roar left her lips as she charged forward, the two splattering on the forest floor quickly attempted to compose themselves as they slipped and slid on the leaves running from the raging Clarrise.

They were running and weaving just like a game of tag, just the demigod version that involved weapons and future bruises, maybe even the slight loss of limbs.

Annabeth and Percy ran in opposite directions away from the bull form of Clarrise. Oblivious to their noise they kept up their taunting threats.

Meanwhile the leftover 'survivors' of the challenge was stalking their new found prey, the three whom dared to snort.

Colours splattered on the trees, dirt became the new type of tan and demigods hunted and ran.

Percy looked over his slim shoulder to see if anyone was following him but ended up slamming into the mimicking Annabeth.

"Dammit Percy," Annabeth cursed while cradling her throbbing head.

They both rolled attempting to will the pain of their heads away.

"Where the hell are you two?" yelled Clarrise as she stormed across the forest floor.

The two 'wounded' comrades ran for cover away from the beast snorting with rage.

A single shot speared through the air onto the almighty beast of paintball staining her vest.

"How dare you hit me!" she roared as she shot back repeatedly.

She was calmed to know that he was defeated when she heard his groan of defeat.

Her nose tilted upwards as she sniffed the air, grasping at any scent.

Percy knew it was time to bolt, but was Annabeth ready?

He looked over to his friend seeing her cultch her side while breathing heavily, sweat moistened his brow as he start to think of a plan. But who was he kidding, this was no movie but what can do other than break the box?