The Masked Legend (PJO Fanfic)

Rampage

At Texas......

BOOM!

BOOM!

SLICE!

The cold blade slice right through some soldier's head.

  Sal then kick the head to the other soldiers like a soccer ball.

His eye grew cold and harsh by seconds.  His clothes covered with blood and his sword dripping with crimson blood.

The soldiers look at him with fear in their eyes. However, they continue to hold their stances.

  It was only a day after her.......death.  The hunters had to prepare for her funeral and also......for her to be brought.....back to camp.

This way they can all gather and honor her.

The gods, demigods, and the mortals.......

  Salomao took this chance to sneak out. He couldn't stand not hearing her voice. Her calls and her slap on the back everyday waking up.

The happiness and warmth that fulfilled him whenever she was around.

   He went to one of the main bases of End's army and currently is going on a rampage.

Blowing up their armories and the forge.

  A wave of ice blasted out of nowhere and attacked the soldiers causing them to freeze into statues.

Sal then proceeded to launch forward at the "ice statues" using his blade and slice different cuts on the statues.

It shattered and soon blood started to spill out of the body.  The scene was gruesome as blood ooze out form different parts of the body.

And the heart can be seen trying to pump blood but also starting to fail.

  Bits of brain and can be seen and vultures started to circle around the base waiting for a chance to swoop down and grab their breakfast.

  Every scene, Sal just looked at it with an icy look.

" Right now, I'm a murderer. " He whispered to himself while clenching his teeth. Grabbing one soldier that was beside him ready to cut him down, he flung him into the air.

Using his leg, Sal then kicked the soldier in the stomach while he was flying. Blood mix with saliva hit his face that has a new mask now.

His old one was currently broken so he got a new one.

A scary one but yet have some kind of other feelings in it.

   The soldier flew back towards a group of soldiers. Sal slowly walk towards the group.

  " This is for Phoebe." He said as he rushed in. Launching himself to the air , he gave one of the soldier a roundhouse kick.

Turning 90 degrees to the left, he gave another soldier a big gash right on the chest.

   Flares up one by one signaling to send help. However, Sal ignore every call and warning to stay back. He continued giving people big gashes right next to their heart.

" For Sora!" He yelled and a huge gush of wind blew by carrying dusts, sand, and dirt.

The earth shook and soldiers wonder will they survive this sudden attack.

Blood splatter on Sal's mask and his clothes. He couldn't recognize which blood was his and which was the enemies.

They were all mixed in. The pain and wounds cause by the soldiers were nothing comparing to.....Phoebe's death.