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Nico grunted as he pulled his sword out of the dead centaur's body. Chaos ensued around him as the battle raged on. Man, Nico thought. Centaurs always reminded him of Chiron, the benevolent camp leader.
All of a sudden, something leaped on Nico as he was lost in thought. The wolf-man snarled, its frothing jaws snapping at his face. Nico tried to fend it off, but it was too strong. Claws raked his arm, leaving inflamed, red furrows, and he howled in pain.
To his immense relief, the wolf-man was struck by an arrow as it yelped and scrambled away. Nico's vision was clouding. He could barely see the figure standing in front of him.
"Nico, are you okay?!" Their panicked question was the last thing Nico heard before he slipped into unconsciousness.
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