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"Great," Annabeth says, her mouth screwing up into a frown. "Creepy forest, check. Acid rain, sure, why not?"
And sine that is a good reason, she follows into the cave's mouth at a wary distance, a hand on the hilt of the bronze dagger at her belt. It won't do anything against mortal enemies -- or acid rain -- but if there really are monsters in here? It's the only weapon they've really got between the two of them.
"Is there any other weird weather I should know about?"
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Annabeth can't see it, but Octavia frowns at the question.
"Not anymore."
She'd rather not explain the acid fog and why it's not an issue anymore. And she'd rather not even explain the black rain too much, either, if the world has decided to aggressively stop ending now.
Whatever it is the world is doing, whatever Octavia might have gotten rid of in the last cave, she still has a sword on her back. Not that she's ever needed one in a cave before now. She barely registers the strange noise ahead of them as anything other than the potential drip of water, except that the closer they get the stranger it sounds. Clicks and scratches instead of the drip of a water source.
"You hear that?" Next to her, Helios rears backward and then resolutely refuses to go forward.
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Annabeth tenses when she hears the strange noises, unsheathing her dagger. The celestial bronze glows softly in the darkness, but it's not bright enough to illuminate whatever's further inside.
"I'm willing to bet whatever's making that sound doesn't like strangers."
Or anybody. There's a weird rustling, something like scuttling, and the sound makes her skin crawl. Over that, she can hear the pattering of rain starting to fall outside. Unless they want to brave potentially acid rain, there's nowhere to go but in. She continues to advance, but carefully.
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There's a second for her to be bitter about the inevitability of this before the resolve sets in. Another few to draw her sword and make sure she has a good grip on Helios so the horse doesn't bolt out into the other potential danger boxing them in with whatever the hell is in front of them.
Octavia readies for the fight with only a cursory glance at Annabeth and is both glad she's armed and... Even more confused.
"The hell is that?" Said about the dagger, because since when did weapons glow, but really a more apt question for the creature that comes up in front of them. A wide triangular head with huge, bulging eyes.
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Instead of black and hairy it's green and scaly, huge, towering over the both of them even when Octavia's on horseback. Annabeth blinks once, taking that in, and then hopes it doesn't breathe fire. Or spit acid.
"A mantis," Annabeth decides aloud, keeping her eyes on the thing. It's probably too much to hope that being that big makes it slow. "This might not be a bad thing. The Ancient Greeks believed they could show lost travelers the way home."
It tracks them with its huge eyes, not looking especially friendly. Then it lunges at them, forelegs extended, apparently a lot more interested in lunch than helping anyone. Annabeth curses in ancient Greek, slashing at it with her blade.
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Maybe the rain is rain again, and Helios will be safer there.
Octavia lets out a war cry as she surges forward into the fight, swinging her sword at the mantis' middle but only making glancing contact against the large scale there. So, she switches tactics, taking the force of the glancing blow and aiming downward toward one of the joints in its legs.
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Her head feels like it's splitting in half, but she's not going to lie around like easy prey for the -- well, praying mantis. She pushes herself back to her feet as soon as she's able, hoping Octavia's managed to hold it off in the meantime.
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With Annabeth down and the mantis looking very much not in her direction, Octavia aims for its neck. Even with it hobbled, she has to jump to reach it with anything more than the tip of her sword, but the momentum she takes with her follows them both down. The arms and legs twitch as if to keep fighting, but the head rolls off into a darker corner of the cave.
She stands for a few breaths, still ready to fight, but the twitching limbs slow and stop, and there's nothing else for her to take out the rush of adrenaline on.
"You okay?" Octavia doesn't move across the body to where Annabeth is, doesn't even sheath her sword, but she relaxes enough to hold the weapon at her side.
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"Ow. Yeah." She almost nods but luckily thinks better of it. "Believe it or not, that thing isn't the angriest bug I've ever met."
Her dagger had clattered away when she fell; she goes to pick it up and resheathe it, moving a little slow from soreness. She wouldn't admit it, but she's actually...impressed. Mortals taking on monsters isn't the king of thing she's seen much of, and she'd honestly assumed Percy's mom and stepdad were the exceptions. They still are, obviously, but maybe this girl is an exception too.
"I'm Annabeth, by the way."
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"Octavia," she says only now because she was never particularly skilled at introductions, and finally sheathes her sword. "How many of these things have you seen?"
Because that was... Something. It's almost refreshing to fight without killing someone, just something. To lose herself for a few moments in the adrenaline and movement of a battle where she feels accomplishment looking at the body instead of, well, nothing.
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Right now, her expression grows wary. Maybe Octavia did see the monster, and maybe she won't call Annabeth crazy. But mortals have never been very reliable. Not when it comes to the truth about Greek gods and monsters.
"That was my first praying mantis monster. As for the other kinds...a lot. Hundreds, at least. Probably more. I've been fighting them for a long time."
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Octavia watches Annabeth like she is, finally, trying to figure her out as a person instead of just a clue to why the forest suddenly became completely unfamiliar. Not that she can't still be both, of course.
She looks down at what's left of the mantis and kicks it hard enough that one of the arms that had been standing upright flops over onto the ground. "I saw a two headed deer once, but the worst I fought before this was other people." It isn't meant to sound like a threat, Octavia doesn't even look up at Annabeth when she says it, but it could serve as one. Mostly it's an example of how she absolutely has no experience with giant bug monsters.
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Which is why she frowns. She knows that mortals fight each other, obviously -- her dad's a military history professor, for crying out loud -- but that's not the kind of thing she expects to hear from girls who can't be any older than she is.
"Sounds like we're both a long way from home."
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Octavia isn't interested in fighting her, if only because there's nothing to gain on top of a hundred other reasons to not fight a stranger. Annabeth isn't Azgeda, she isn't from some other clan threatening peace. None of those reasons makes Octavia a hero in comparison. Of all the things she feels like lately, 'hero' doesn't even make the list.
Ge smak daun, gyon op nodotaim. There isn't time to worry about any of that right now.
"Helios," she calls and turns back to the mouth of the cave. Wherever they are, she doesn't want to lose her horse to acid rain or having him get spooked enough to run further away than she can chase him.