[ it's not entirely new to her - this feeling of falling, this sudden appearance into something new. in fact, she'd been expecting it. been planning and preparing for it. she'd assumed there would be more time, a harder fall, a different...well. landscape. falling into tartarus hadn't been something she'd really chosen to do, but when presented with the inevitable, she'd shifted to prepare.
what she finds isn't any tartarus she'd read of, but that's fine. that's alright. take a new route. she is here now, her leg healed and her dagger in hand, and while none of it makes sense and none of it can be explained, there isn't much time to question it either. percy wasn't here, percy should be here, and unless she lost him completely during the fall he was somewhere around her and she needed to figure out where. she needed to find him, and get back up. somehow, some way, but hey - it's not like they haven't faced the impossible before.
annabeth is on her feet before she hears the screeching, the horses, and then she's on the move. there are others around, people she doesn't recognize, but as the six horse figures advance on where they're all lying, she doesn't have time to question. she needs to find something - something to hide behind, to locate the horses and the people and figure out a plan. her left palm burns, but she doesn't even bother looking, dodging behind a crumbling stone wall to escape a sudden flash of green.
she takes a breath, and then a second, guaging how far away each of the horses are and if there is any pattern to their movements. they seem to be attacking the people, the others like her, and she's momentarily brought back to an image of a colosseum, gladiators, fighting to the death. she grits her teeth, tightening her grip on her dagger, turns to glance around the rock for some kind of way out when-
out of the way!
was that...clarisse? annabeth blinks, confused, before she's pushing into action, jumping out around the wall and following the direction of the voice. if she can catch up to clarisse, then she can figure out what she knows, maybe get an idea of what's happening. if anything, she can watch her back, and it'll increase both of their chances of survival.
annabeth jumps up onto one of the crumbling walls, her boots nearly slipping at first before she can catch her balance and keep running. she wishes she had a sword, a shield, some kind of armor - but it's been just her and her dagger enough that she isn't that worried about it. she runs, nearly catching up to where clarisse is engaged with one of them, and jumps - driving her dagger into the neck of the creature and letting the weight of her body drag the blade across the back of its neck, before dropping into a short roll as she lands. ]
Go! It's neck! [ she knows clarisse won't hesitate, it's not in her blood, but annabeth hopes that her sudden appearance in battle won't eat up the seconds they have to do something. she curses under her breath before she's pushing back up to her feet, running up to get behind clarisse, to - quite literally - watch her back in the midst of it. ]
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what she finds isn't any tartarus she'd read of, but that's fine. that's alright. take a new route. she is here now, her leg healed and her dagger in hand, and while none of it makes sense and none of it can be explained, there isn't much time to question it either. percy wasn't here, percy should be here, and unless she lost him completely during the fall he was somewhere around her and she needed to figure out where. she needed to find him, and get back up. somehow, some way, but hey - it's not like they haven't faced the impossible before.
annabeth is on her feet before she hears the screeching, the horses, and then she's on the move. there are others around, people she doesn't recognize, but as the six horse figures advance on where they're all lying, she doesn't have time to question. she needs to find something - something to hide behind, to locate the horses and the people and figure out a plan. her left palm burns, but she doesn't even bother looking, dodging behind a crumbling stone wall to escape a sudden flash of green.
she takes a breath, and then a second, guaging how far away each of the horses are and if there is any pattern to their movements. they seem to be attacking the people, the others like her, and she's momentarily brought back to an image of a colosseum, gladiators, fighting to the death. she grits her teeth, tightening her grip on her dagger, turns to glance around the rock for some kind of way out when-
out of the way!
was that...clarisse? annabeth blinks, confused, before she's pushing into action, jumping out around the wall and following the direction of the voice. if she can catch up to clarisse, then she can figure out what she knows, maybe get an idea of what's happening. if anything, she can watch her back, and it'll increase both of their chances of survival.
annabeth jumps up onto one of the crumbling walls, her boots nearly slipping at first before she can catch her balance and keep running. she wishes she had a sword, a shield, some kind of armor - but it's been just her and her dagger enough that she isn't that worried about it. she runs, nearly catching up to where clarisse is engaged with one of them, and jumps - driving her dagger into the neck of the creature and letting the weight of her body drag the blade across the back of its neck, before dropping into a short roll as she lands. ]
Go! It's neck! [ she knows clarisse won't hesitate, it's not in her blood, but annabeth hopes that her sudden appearance in battle won't eat up the seconds they have to do something. she curses under her breath before she's pushing back up to her feet, running up to get behind clarisse, to - quite literally - watch her back in the midst of it. ]