Glory and Gore [moon]

Oliver nodded at the position that Hal chose, deciding that the fireworks could be perfectly seen from this spot. He was about to reply when the girl tugged him down next to her, making him stumble down towards her, ending in a clumsy position. After settling himself more, he took a quick, hopefully unnoticeable glance at the girl next to him. Halona was definitely something different, and Oliver appreciated her presence.

The pop of fireworks exploded over their heads, illuminating the sky in shades of pink, red, and yellow. Some were louder than others, some more dramatic, but all equally entertaining. Letting a chuckle escape his lips, the boy was about to comment on the display, before he heard it. The sound of hundreds of feet shuffling towards the camp.

Normally, Oliver reacted to changes in his environment quickly. Now, however, he seemed frozen in time as a pair of yellow eyes charge towards their vicinity.  "Yeah, holy -" the demigod muttered, stepping towards his feet. He reached for his dagger, but it wasn't there. He left it on his bedside table in cabin ten. "We need to leave, we need to leave, now." Taking Hal's hand, he began running, determined to have his friend with him. Oliver wouldn't let her die on his watch. He didn't know exactly where he was headed, but anywhere else seemed safer than the beach.

Oliver's mind was lost to the chaos, racing frantically from one source of noise to the next. Everything seemed like a blur, swerving together in a mass of colors and stresses. "I haven't figured that out yet," he whispered to her, trying to squeeze her hand, but it was difficult with her iron grip on him. "We'll be alright," he reassured her, as he continued running. The monsters growls and hissed in every direction, making it nearly impossible to escape. There was not escape. His feet were moving without his head following them, as Oliver kept glancing back at Hal.

Her scream woke him from his temporary daze. "Hal!" he screamed, stopping instantly and crouching near her. His eyes followed down her leg, ending on her ankle. The demigod didn't want to look at it much longer than he needed to, figuring it was broken. Without warning, he slipped his arms under her frame and lifted, ready to start running again. Halona wasn't heavy, even for a kid who spent almost no time training. "We'll be fine, you'll be fine," he said softly.

His feet continued moving without hesitation, heading towards buildings. They had to be safe, right? "You'll be fine, I promise," Oliver whispered in her ear, still racing towards the nearest building he could find. The camp store. Good enough. The entrance seemed open, clear, free of the hell that was raging at the beach. A pair of yellow eyes stopped him in his tracks, increasing his breathing as Oliver tried to think of something to do. Anna would know, he thought. Anna always said something, even if it wasn't needed. He needed something to go off of right now. "Any suggestions would be great," he muttered.