On the run to camp

Vincent panted, he'd been running for a while, he was wearing sweat pants, a tank top, and a sweat jacket. He was in the woods now, he was pretty sure he was in Long Island, so where was this camp his mother told him about? There weren't any paths or signs,
"Vincent honey come back!" his mothers voice called from the distance. He wasn't going to fall for that again.
"Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times and I'll eat my own shirt." he grumbled to himself as he leaned against a tree, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead with the back of his sleeve, he couldn't run forever. But if he was being honest he didn't even know what was chasing him, or if he could kill it. It was big, bigger than he thought at first.

(OOC: It's okay)
Vincent winced as the cyclops roared in pain, but it was distracted from him. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing.
The young teen blinked in surprise when he realized an older girl was helping him, "Well now I can't run." he said to himself, grabbing a stick off the ground and snapping it over his knee at an angle that left it with a jagged point.
Vincent gripped the piece of wood between his teeth and quickly scaled up the nearest tree, until he was above the cyclops, using it's sudden focus on the older girl to get there,
"Hey, uh, one eye?" he called, frowning at himself for not thinking of something clever, then jumping in shock as it turned to glare at him hatefully, "Never mind turn around!" he shouted, regretting getting it's attention as it reached for him, shaking the tree he was in.

Vincent blinked, he'd been planning on jumping down and ramming the jagged stick in the cyclops, he was balanced on a branch with one hand gripping the bark of the tree and his other holding his makeshift weapon. He wasn't entirely confident the ropes would hold the monster so he didn't jump down just yet, and he didn't know the girl either.
"Demi-what?" he asked, he still felt paranoid from his journey and the fact that the one eyed monster could mimic voices just had him on edge the entire trip here, especially since the thing had almost looked human at first. Vincent's mother hadn't explained much, hurrying him out the door as soon as she realized what was going on so as far as he knew monsters might be able to disguise themselves as human.

Vincent frowned, he did read a bit, but he was still fairly young, "Not really, which mythology?" he asked, lowering his guard a little, curious but doubtful still. He visibly relaxed, starting to straighten up from his crouched position, though he still glanced at the cyclops, "One eyed giants..." he murmured, just before it clicked in his head, "Greek mythology? I'm half god?" he asked, suddenly interested, he didn't know all the tales but most kids had at least heard of Hercules, though his mother told him it was pronounced Heracles when he asked her.
"So, can't it break those ropes? Are they magic?" he asked, unaware he was asking so many questions and still unsure if it was safe down there while the thing that was trying to eat him was alive.

Vincent was still looking at the cyclops, not sure he trusted the rope, but jumping down anyway, landing in a crouch, standing up quickly and dusting dirt from his knees since his weight had pushed him to his knees when he landed from that height,
"Is the food good?" he asked, dropping his broken stick. Vincent glanced at the cyclops again as another part registered, "They smell god blood out don't they?" he asked, remembering how the cyclops had been finding him no matter where he hid back in the city, and how it said he smelled delicious.
(Sorry for the late reply, had some computer troubles.)