When Life gives you lemons... Rip them to shreds.

Ron couldn't sleep at all. He had that some times, since he was a kid. Especially with his fear of ghosts -least at night. Ironic, for the son of Melinoe herself. And why the hell decide to go alone in the forest? At night? Alone! With some luck, he wouldn't get himself killed. After all, he had his sword with him. Which was enough.

The sword lit up the way. Luckily no spirits had come along -he tended to... attract them. More irony. He caught a glimpse of a dark image. Judging from the image, a camper. Maybe a girl if he was lucky. He decided to approach. It was getting creepy anyway. He was dressed in black himself, a motorhead T-shirt with black jeans and trainers. He flashed a smile, even though in the light of the celestial bronze he looked like a ghost and would probably appale her. Or him, he was getting ahead of himself. "Hey there. Waiting to be eaten?"

Andy, who could never really sleep at night, decided to go on a midnight stroll to the woods and smiled to herself as Necro walked along at her side. He was hip height at his shoulders and that made for the best companion at night. Hellhounds were the best friends to have and he often told him to which he would always say it was obvious. Upon walking through the woods she noticed a few ghosts and started to strike up conversations with them in the night. Necro bounded along ahead but stopped once he heard voices. Andy, come here. Quickly. He told her as she picked up the pace, her combat boots making a soft sound on the woods floor. Hearing voices she decided to make herself known and walked into then mall space with a newly lit cigarette between her lips.

The two girls looked so out of place it was almost comical and the boy was deffinetly surprised to see a Hellhond, then again most demigods would have been. If it hadn't been for her hand on Necro's head she was sure he would have been dead by now. Her outfit was something for the record books though. It was an unusually warm night out so she decided on shorts and a tight crop top. But hey, when you have the curves for it you gotta flaunt it right? What in the name of hades are you all doing out here in the dead of night? She asked as Necro nuzzled her hand that wasn't holding her cigarette.

When he heard the girl giggle, he got confused. Why the hell giggle when a stranger in a dark forset appears in front of you? She had a sketchbook and a foxy pet. He mate a mental not to pay attention to her. She was one worth staying in the forest all night long for. That was a fact. Then he heard the creepy whisper.

The creature that appeared wasn't anything special. A generic dark figure with sharp claws that would kill any intruders in the forest. Then the imaged poped, and a girl appeared, straight out of his anime cosplay fantasies (cough, erm... only rping here, not, like... y'know? Y'know). He was about to tell her that she hadn't interrupted anything and include something in the lines of 'Did you hurt when you fell down from Olympus?' when another girl appeared.

The only thing that caught his attention was the hellhound. For a second he was about to run away. But in the end, he realised it was just a pet. The girl was one of the many he would encounter in a Down concert, just in a better looking version. He just felt some envy about the hellhound. He was a kid of the Underworld after all.

When the first and third girl asked what was everyone doing there, he blinked hard. "Woah, woah, ladies. I don't think anyone had planned this here, or... wanted to invade the other's 'personal boulder' but relax. By the way, I'm Ron, son of Melinoe. Yourselves?"

Andy gave a nod toward Falko, she had heard a little about the girl but didn't pay her much attention. Necro growled at the sight of the sword the other girl, Clary, unsheathed. Its probably best you keep that thing sheathed. She said as the boy got defensive about being found and Clary asked what everyone was doing at HER spot.

Last I checked you don't claim places in camp. She smirked as she took a few more drags of her cigarette and began petting Necro, the hound tense and ready to pounce if necessary with a growl still on his bared fangs. The red pattern on his hide was glowing a deep blood red and Andy knew Necro was starting to get very angry.

After smoking the rest of her cigarette Andy took out her E-Cig and began taking drags of her fruity smoke. It wasn't the same as smoking a real cigarette but it wasn't nearly as bad. Blowing smoke through her nose, the daughter of Hecate smirked and blew some in the general direction of everyone. Well here we are, a bunch of demigods in the middle of the deadly forest in the middle of the night. Someone could get seriously hurt you know. She said giving an evil grin and summoning her large Stygian Iron Scythe. It was just for show and to calm her racing mind. In all honesty Andy could care less if a fight started, she just wanted her Scythe.

Clary was in instant defense mode as her hand gripped the hilt of the sword tighter. "You all know good and well I didn't mean it that way. I was here first, plain and simple." Clarissa was a girl of not so many words, but tonight she found herself speaking more and more. "It was your choice to have a hell-hound as a pet, so deal with the obvious fact that people go into instant defense mode when seeing such a monster as he. As for the fact of us getting hurt, I know how to defend myself just mighty fine." 
Hearing the son of Melion's question, she removed her hood to reveal her face to the midnight moon. "Clarissa Luce. Fine to meet you all. Now if you don't mind, I do believe that I was working on my next art piece."

Andy rolled her eyes and Necro relaxed then stood tall again.Seriously, take a joke. I'm kidding. I don't care that you 'claim' the rock nor do I really care if people find Necro to be slightly disturbing. I wanted him to be my pet because he is the only one here besides my sister Salem who can see the ghosts and understands necromancy the way I do. she said leaning against a tree and smoking more of her E-Cig.

Andy was getting down to her last nerve with these people. They were all rude except for Falko and this Clary girl was kind of an ass to her. Necro sat next to where Andy stood and just stared straight ahead.Here, why don't we start over so we don't all kill each other. My name is Andromeda Portokalos but everyone calls me Andy. I'm a daughter of Hecate and yes this is my Hellhound named Necro. Better? She asked. Making friends was boring but making enemies was always worse so better to put in the work and gain an ally then an enemy.

When the literal daughter of fear is the most sensible person in the group -other than him of course- , then stuff is going down. Unfortunately, that was the case. She gave him a grin, but he decided to focus on other things - a fairly tough task, given that Falko was...________(Not pg.) He GOT focused on something, though. He turned towards Andy -luckily he was good with names.

"Did you say you SEE the ghosts, too? Like, talk to them , et cetera?" He blinked hard. "That's not the point. I can't believe l will say this, but there's no use in fighting. Clarissa here does have a point, she was here first. But we are at a forest stocked with monsters, at night when it's most dangerous. We either stay here and don't fight, or we can go to our cabins, and personally l can't sleep." He smiled. "I also don't want this beautiful hound go to Tartarus because of a pointless fight."

Andy rolled her eyes as Falko tried to relax her. Great attempt, wrong timing. Then Ron said something about her seeing the ghosts around camp.Are you brain dead? Of course I see ghosts i can talk to them too. Thats the part of Necromancy i have. She snapped. Alright she knew she was being rude but this Clarisse girl was getting on her last bloody nerve. That’s when Falko spoke.

“I think we have other things to worry about than Andy’s Hellhound,” She said as she turned her gaze to over her shoulder. Necro stood in front of his master and growled lowly, red patterns glowing vibrantly.Somethings coming. Hear the ghosts whisper. He mentally told her. That’s when Andy tuned her ears back into the same frequency as the spectral beings. They were all whispering about a demon of sorts but none of them would say what it was exactly.

Días mas voi̱thí̱sei(Zeus help us) She said as she took a stance with both hands on her scythe and her daggers now hanging at her side. Necro stalked forward slightly but kept a protective distance from his master. The two of them had been training enough to know what to do and when, plus telepathic communication helped immensely.

He was too concentrated on calming the girls down -100% unsuccessfully- that Ron didn't notice the monster. A huhe monster, one of the worst that would have appeared at this time. He flinched for a second before collecting himself. He drew his sword. He hadn't faced monsters before and he wasn't happy his first time would be with a griffin. He muttered a silent prayer. He had done this before just not for fight purposes. After an awkward wait -during which the monster seemed strangely keen on Falko's earrings- a grey ghostly figure appeared, holding a sword made of Celestial Bronze. The ghost stood at attention. "Sweet!" Ron exclaimed. Then he looked at the girls. "The more, the merrier. Now l feel we should attack before it does."

Andy smirked when she saw the single ghost and dug the tip of her Scythe into the ground then pulled, causing a slight tear in the ground and five skeleton soldiers emerged out of the ground between herself and Necro. Feeling the small tug of her power being drained she knew she could summon other things if need be but she didn't want to show off.

Necro, hunting time. Andy said as her scythe was lifted from the ground and in both of her hands. Necro growled with delight and his patterns glowed vibrant red, the color of blood. Necro began to bark and try to distract the Griffen. Hellhounds, they sure do love attention.

Andy saw her opportunity and ran with it, literally. She charged the blinded Griffen with her scythe clutched in both hands and made a cut at it. To her annoyance the Griffen knew she was charging and made a swipe at her. It caught her at her shoulder and sent her flying backwards. Using her unhurt arm she dug the scythe into the ground and skidded to a halt, solid flying in every direction.

Rage being the only thing driving her, Andy grabbed one of her knives and threw it at the beast, watching it sink into his shoulder hide and stay there. Necro ran back to his master and nudged her with his muzzle, trying to get her to stand. With a shaky arm the daughter of Hecate managed to stand and hold her scythe in her injured arm while using her good hand to keep pressure on her now bleeding shoulder.

Ron gasped, luckily -or not- his ADHD perceiving every little detail. He commanded his soldier to attack, and the ghost basically distracted thegriffin from attacking any of them. He decided to give it a go, and hit it with his sword on the sides, causing it to get its attention fixed on him. Unfortunately, his soldier was wounded and rather reluctant to give him a hand. He started backing off, and then the griffin charged at him and grounded him, standing on his stomach. Right at the moment it would kill him, he stabbed it in the mouth, bying himself some seconds. At least he had done a lot damage and the others would be able to put it down and maybe give him a proper burial. He wondered if his soul would becone another restless ghost, sent by his mother to haunt.

Andy saw Ron take a hi to the gut and sent the skeletal soldiers to fight the Griffen while she ran to the guys aid.Come in Ron. Get up. We need you in this if we want to win. Andy said as she tried to help him up without hurting him as best he could.

As the soldiers attacked the Griffen, Necro decided to join in and made attempts at biting the demon's throat. Good hunting tactic. Jugular damage meant a downed animal, no matter what type of creature it was. Having no luck at the throat Necro began biting at the heels of the Griffen in the most literal sense.

The creature just grew more pissed and wildly charged at one of the girls other than Andy. Not knowing who it would be, Andy sent her hound and soldiers after the beast. No way was she going to loose another Conrad to this monster.

Andy heard Clary scream and she prayed to Zeus that her skeletal warriors would get there soon to help her before anything permanent happened to the daughter of Iris. As soon as she thought of her a Rainbow appeared in the sky and Andy cursed under her breath. Leaving Ron to relax and hopefully regain some strength Andy charged in the direction the scream came from and started to summon her powers. Two of the five skeletons died instantly but the other three remained in tacked as they began fighting the Griffen.

Necro sank his fangs into the leg of the monster and growled as the Griffen let out a screech. There was no way in all of the Underworld that hound was going to let go without a fight. Andy skidded to a halt as she saw the scene in front of her and clutched her scythe till her knuckle turned white. Falko! Cover me. She told the girl as she saw her dagger in the creature's hide. Dismissing her scythe and grabbing her other dagger the daughter of Hecate charged the creature and, at the last second, jumped.

Andy gripped the single blade in her hand and sank it into the griffen's pelt while gripping the other. She held on for dear life as the creature began to buckle and try to throw her off. Loosing her grip the girl flew off and slammed against a tree hard but remained conscious. Her two daggers lay in the hide of the Griffen and she clutched her side, sure she had a broken rib, waiting for the others to finish the job. Finish him. She said as a few drops of blood were spat into the soul.

Andy nodded and dismissed her three remaining skeletons. Seeing her daggers in a pile of sand she managed to somehow and began using her scythe as a crutch and walked over to pick up and sheathe her two weapons.Can I get a hand to the infirmary? She asked as she still clenched her ribs allowing a small river of blood to run down her shoulder and arm.