The Sandy Beach

Nix jumped out, alarmed. She took out her two daggers, able to fight with both hands, since had spent most of her time training, and took the time of learning how to fight with both hands..After..Krystal, she promised herself that she wouldn't be that weak.Ever.

I swiftly go behind her and up a tree. The invisibility was running out. I quickly disguised myself as some kid named Gru Dalokohs, a demigod brother of hers.

Nix, still suspicious, didn't say hello. She just looked around, on guard, not saying anything. She preferred silence.

I looked at her, quietly. My knife was still just where I'd need it for a swift stab.

Nix with no look of being surprised, just grimness, showed no aggressive behavior, unless you counted the daggers she was clutching feverishly.

I walk over to where she is standing, speaking like the imbecile Gru is. "Hello. Why hold knives?"

Nix looked at Gru, glaring at him. "None of your business," She rudely said. She still held the daggers.

I growled. "So you don't want help! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

"Says the boy who can't barely make a full sentence," Nix dryly said.

I cracked my knuckles. "I've broken more cowards than you."

"I don't think you learned the line, 'Don't underestimate,'" Nix replied, eyeing him.

I walked behind her, deciding to not knife her just yet. Wait, wait another minute. "I fight with my bare hands. All I see from you is a girl with itty bitty baby daggers."

Nix, not feeling anything, due to her lack of compassion towards strangers, she grinned cruelly, as she spun around. "And I see a over sized boy."

I look at her, frowning. "You would do well not to anger me. I think you like your spine, yes?"

"Fighting with anger is stupid." Nix simply said.

I walked around again. I look at the ocean. 'It's nearly time for her end.'

Nix, still having her daggers out, deciding safer would be to walk with them out in the dark. She was paranoid, and she knew it..but better be safe then sorry, the Americans said.

I look. I walk towards her back. "Why play with daggers when you can fight with real blades?"

"I don't want to fight with these blades you speak of."

I smile and flip my knife out. "You sure? They are quite fun!" I say swiftly stabbing into her shoulder, the disguise lost.

Nix ducked, feeling her reflexes quickly respond to this.

I groan. "Peek-a-boo!" I say, back as Pierre. "Did you forget about me?"

Nix remained silently, as she backed away, keeping her distance, not wanting to fight while talking.

I stared at her. "Aw, is the ares girl scared of the big, bad Mr. Noir? AHAHAHAHAHAHA! I really miss the old days. When I was in Paris assassinating people. Demigods like us are too smart."

Nix twitched, flinching. The venom that had recently polluted her mind, made her remember terrible memories, no, wait no. They had made her favorite memories turn into terrible ones.