A/N- This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, so please provide HELPFUL criticism, and please let me know if there's plot holes because I may not catch them when writing the story but it always bugs me when I see them in other people's writings.

Blood pounding through my veins. Adrenaline pushing me above and beyond all limitations. All aches and pains pushed to the back of my mind as the most primitive instinct took control... the instinct to survive.

"It's almost time, child. Be ready."

A rush of pain filled my head, unable to be ignored as the powerful words shook me to my very core. It had been that same voice which had saved me countless times before, and now, with death chasing me at my heels, it seemed as if the voice was trying to slow me down.

"I smell half-blood. He smell... more tastier than last ones we eat," the poorly spoken words from the dim witted cyclops were almost enough to make me chuckle, if not for the fact that he, along with several other monsters in his little group, were currently trying to kill me. The leaves rustled behind me, indicating the fast approach of the ragtag group of Hell spawn following me.

A slight prickling sensation jolted my body into action, causing me to roll left and barely avoid the giant club slamming into the ground where I was moments ago. The strike from the wooden club sent fragments of dust and rock up into the air from the power behind it.

As I rolled up into a defensive position, I quickly glanced around and sized up the monsters fighting me. Although dumb, it seemed as if the cyclops was an elder one and not a threat to be taken lightly. The other monsters were barely a challenge alone, but might prove a threat banded together in such a rudimentary way.

Never before had monsters grouped up like this, at least not to come after me, so the sight of a Hellhound, Cyclops, Empousa, and a Dracaena was slightly daunting.

"Well you guys look like loads of fun, but I was actually just passing through so if you'd just move out of the way I'd-" my rambling was cut short as the hellhound lunged at me with a vicious growl, which forced me to quickly backpedal to avoid its sharp fanged teeth.

I quickly crouched into a battle ready position while waiting for the next strike. "I guess they didn't teach you a lot in monster manner school, but interrupting people is quite ru-" I was again cut short, this time by the cyclops swinging at me again.

"Stop talking puny half-blood!" The cyclops kept swinging at me, forcing me to move further and further away while thinking of what to do.

The sticks and stones saying applied pretty well to monsters if edited slightly to 'sticks and stones will break their bones but strangely never kill them'.

I'd beat some monsters to a bloody pulp with rocks and sticks and other makeshift weapons, but it seemed no matter how broken they were the only thing that really seemed to hold them down were the elements.

A hellhound I was fighting on top of a dam was blown down by a huge gust of wind and drowned in the water, turning to yellow dust when it died. A cyclops I couldn't get rid of was struck down by a rogue lightning bolt and disintegrated before the flash from the bolt even went away. Another time I might have 'accidentally' started a small forest fire which killed a giant serpent creature chasing me.

None of that helped me know as the cyclops kept swinging at me and forcing me to dodge and roll and waste my energy. Under normal circumstances this would be fine because no matter how strong cyclopses are, they're stamina is terrible, but now, with a handful of other monsters just standing and waiting for me to tire out I couldn't afford to play defensive the whole time.

I'd had some pretty strange moments throughout my short life, some of which had included me showing impossible amounts of strength, others had been when I moved fast enough that I'm pretty sure the monsters I was fighting were almost as surprised as I was. I hadn't ever really tried to control these strange outbursts, but it seemed desperate times called for desperate measures.

While the cyclops kept pushing me back, I started to time his strikes while focusing as hard as I could on summoning a strange bout of strength. Finally I decided that a particularly sloppy swing from the cyclops would have to do.

The club seemed to move towards me in slow motion as I raised both arms together in front of my face, squeezing me eyes shut and placing one foot slightly in front of the other to help further brace for the impact.

A strange tugging sensation filled my gut area just a fraction of a second before the cyclops club rammed into me. I felt the push of his club slide me backwards slightly just when his club his my arms, and then pain as his club shattered and tiny fragments lodged themselves in my forearms.

The cyclops stared at his club in shock along with me and the rest of the monsters, but I quickly recovered and capitalized on their momentary stupor.

Before the cyclops could blink, I had gripped its head in a firm lock and twisted as hard and as fast as I could, barely even flinching as I heard and felt the sickening pop of his neck breaking. I dropped to the ground and quick as I possibly could started to press the other monsters. The Empousa had a small bronze dagger strapped to her shin which I immediately dashed for before the cyclops had even finished dissolving.

A quick scream escaped her throat before the strange bronze blade slid effortlessly through her neck, turning her cries of horror into gurgles of pain. Strange darkness filled my vision and tunneled around the remaining two monsters. This was one of the only times my hyper active tendencies seemed to help me, because in these strange moments of battle they allowed me to notice things most people wouldn't. Such as the tensing of the Hellhounds back legs as it prepares to lunge at me, or the Dracaena's fingers twitching as she prepared to draw the bow strapped to her back.

Before anything else could happen shouts filled the air as a battle horn sounded slightly behind me. Both monsters slowly backed away from me while glancing around in every direction.

The dracaena hissed quietly as it drew its bow and notched an arrow. "I thought he ssssaid we weren't anywhere near thissss dreadful placcce." The hellhound turned and ran into the shadows, and the Dracaena quickly followed, but not before letting loose the arrow she had aimed right at my chest.

I tried to dodge it, but all I succeeded in doing was causing it to miss my heart and impale itself in my shoulder instead.

Pain flowed through me as I yanked out the sharp serrated arrow head, a strange sickness settling in the pit of my stomach at the sight of the slightly green arrow head. Only one thought filled my head as a cloudiness filled my head and the sound of clanking metal grew closer.

"This is a pretty shitty way to die."

A/N- tell me what you thought in the reviews! And please point out any serious grammar mistakes that may need correcting. I know it might've seemed rushed towards the end but I don't want to spend forever on a fight that means has no impact on the rest of the story.