The manticore looked Fántasma's way and growled. The son of Order stepped closer.

"Why is this overgrown fur ball doing here?" Fántasma spoke, annoyed. He escaped a god only to run into this thing. That's fan-fucking-tastic.

"I'm not ecstatic to see you either ghost child." The halfbreed snarled.

Fántasma wasn't always good at getting things across. He couldn't deny that. But he did try his best. So when he knew that he had the beasts focus, he carefully made a jester for the kids to move away with his hand.

"You hurt me, Thorn. I thought we had a thing." Fántasma smirked under his mask. The girl must have seen what he did because she carefully started moving her and her brother to the castle.

"Burn in Tartarus." The manticore hissed before poisonous spikes flew at him. Fántasma let his body fall to the ground as he took out his guns. He fired two shots. Neither was effective, sadly.

Fántasma cursed before looking to see if the kids were safe. A group of four had joined them. Three out of them were armed with melee weapons. Taking a risk, Fántasma ran to them as he fired more bullets at the manticore. More spikes flew at him. One sufficient making a small tear in his mask while also grazing his cheek just enough to leave some poison.

"Fuck. My friend gave me this!" He said, annoyed at the beast. When he made it over to the others, he could already feel the poison kicking in and mixing with his fatigue. He took off his mask, breathing a bit heavy. The girl from before was at his side with her brother.

"Thank you so much." She said.

"Anytime..." he huffed, "anyone got any ambrosia? Or Advil?"

One girl, with spiky black hair and electric blue eyes, checked her pockets before shaking her head no. The blonde girl with grey eyes going the same. One of the boys, who was a satyr, did the same. The last boy, messy Black hair and sea-ish green eyes didn't even check.

"It's just a cut." The last boy said. "Not like it will kill you."

The girls with him glared at the obvious son of Poseidon.

"Jack!" The obvious daughter of Athena slapped his arm.

"Your right Son of the sea," Fántasma said. "The cut won't kill. But the poison and fatigue will."

"How did-" 'Jack' started before being cut off by the son of Order.

"You are the sea scums child. Just like how that boy is a satyr, the blonde is a daughter of Athena, and the last one is a Child of Zeus." He pointed at them each.

"We have names." The sea brat said.

"I know. I'll be happy to learn them, but I don't know if that's the most important thing at this time." As Fántasma said this, he shot a spike aimed at his head into pieces. The son of Poseidon glared at him as the daughter of Zeus brought up her shield and spear.

"That we can agree on." She said. Fántasma smirked. She reminded him of something that he couldn't quite remember. Oh well.

Soon the demigods ran into battle. The three tried their best to get close as Fántasma attempted to hit the beast's weak point. It wasn't going well. He fired off to more shots before realizing his guns were empty.

He growled before putting them away and taking out a switchblade. At least until he saw the child of Zeus was about to be his by a spike.

Without speaking, fog covered the area around him, and when it cleared, he was gone. This confused the three that had stayed back significantly. The fog surrounded the daughter of the sky's being when it cleared what she saw shocked her.

There was the boy that she hadn't met until today with another poisonous spike right in his shoulder!

"What did you do?" Her voice shakily even to her.

"Helped a Comrade in arms." He smiled. He took a deep breath before yanking the spike out. He yelled in pain and fell onto one knee. "Fucking hell."

The girl quickly grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder before taking him to some cover.

"You're going to be ok. We will get you to camp and have the Apollo kids heal you up." She tried to comfort him. He was thankful but knew it was unlikely. He chuckled.

"You're a good fighter daughter of Zeus." He smirked.

"Thalia. My name is Thalia." She told him.

"You got a last name, Thalia?" He asked humorously.

"It's none of your business, soldier boy." She smiled sadly.

"I'm Fántasma."

"You got a last name Fántasma?" She mocked.

"None of your business thunder, girl." The two laughed. Fántasma coughed a little bit as he tried to search his pockets.

"What are you looking for?"

"Something to slow the bleeding." He found some cloth. "Tie this around the shoulder."

She nodded before taking the cloth and doing so. It slowed the bleeding some but not much.

"Thanks."

"Anytime."

They watched the battle go one. At this point, Fántasma's hearing had gone down some. But he could see enough to know back up had come. He could feel his consciousness slipping and a group of girls in silver clothing cane into view. He smiled before putting on his mask once more, feeling a god or goddess near. He turned to Thalia.

"Don't let anyone take my stuff." He then looked back at the cavalry.

"What?" She asked. He didn't answer. His eyes focused not on the battle or what the group was doing. No. He was looking at the one with auburn hair and bright silver eyes. They drew him in. She seemed so familiar and yet like a complete stranger. He knew he was going to pass out any second now. And as he did, a voice similar to his own echoed through his head.

'Hello, my beautiful moon.'

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-Red