Percy raised his Spellbolt and was about to fire at the voice when Thalos grabbed his trigger finger. Gently, of course, with his index and thumb, but it still hurt a lot.
He shook from his father's hands, confused. That didn't sound like anyone they knew, so why did Thalos stop him from shooting?
"What are you doing? Should we wait till she starts casting spells to make the fight cinematic?"
Thalos raised a hand and turned to face the shadows. His grey eyes pierced them and locked onto the voice.
"If you surrender, then come out."
The forest remained silent as they both just stood there. Then, as the moon shed its light on them, a woman walked out from the shadowed trees. She was dressed differently from the assassins.
A simple brown shirt clung to her slim frame, her black hair was buzzed, and her eyes were a striking blue that gleamed under the moonlight.
Percy raised an eyebrow. Her skin was darker than normal; her features were also sharper.
"She doesn't look Cronian."
