Today, Lys had decided to do something different. Instead of just sticking to the armoury to train, he'd gone into the woods. He'd wanted to explore them since he'd arrived on Olympus, and now he was going to. It could come under training, if he found a monster as he looked around. Luckily for him, the dryads didn't seem to instantly hate him for who he was, so he managed to have a wonder around without been attacked by a tree. The sun was high in the sky, and it was warm. Lys decided to take a break from the walking and sat down, leaning against a boulder in a clearing. From here, nothing would be able to attack him from behind and he had a decent view of what was going on around, so if a monster turned up, he'd be ready.
Lys blinked and yawned, rubbing his eyes. He closed them as he thought about how things here were so much different from camp. It really was a warm day....
A growl ripped through the quietness of the woods, and Lysander jumped up, instantly awake. He couldn't believe he'd fallen asleep and let his guard down! He turned his ring into his hand and his sword appeared, and Lys was ready for action. He looked over to where the sound had come from and saw a hellhound stalking towards him. It was large, the size of a horse at least, and had jet black fur, and eyes that gleamed with a red light. It lifted a lip in a snarl, revealing a row of teeth as sharp as knives, the canines as long as Lys's dagger. It was a well built beast, but Lys knew he could take it on. Preparing himself, he set his feet firmly in the dirt beneath them, sword ready to attack or defend.
With a roar, the hellhound leaped at him, and Lys ducked and rolled away, turning as he came up and slashing at the space now occupied by the monster. He got it across one of it's hind legs as it turned around with a yelp and swiped at Lys with one of it's paws. Lys jumped back, the claw just missing him. He darted forwards and jabbed at the hellhound, drawing more green blood, and the hellhound jumped back and crouched down, eyes on the demigod who dared to fight back.
With a roar, it jumped again. This time, Lys was ready and threw himself onto his back as it passed overhead, stabbing his sword up and using it's own momentum to cut it's belly open. The monster disappeared into a cloud of green dust which was blown away by a slight breeze that was going through the woods. Lys let out a deep breath and started to calm down, the adrenalin that was rushing round him calming down, his hearteat going back to normal. All that training in the arena had paid off, and Lys had defeated his first monster here on Olympus. And he'd escaped without a scrath, which was quite lucky. He sat down again, but kept his sword out in case anything else was crawling through the trees.