[center][h1][color=662d91]𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚌𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝[/color][/h1]

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Location: Cabin Thirteen - Hades Cabin ---> Cabin Eighteen - Thanatos Cabin ---> Tartarus; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
Mentioned: Erin Chase [@Vicier] Greyson Davies[@Moro][/center]

Spencer merely scoffed at Greyson's attempt to rile him up. As much as he hated the other children of the Big 3, he was still Erin's cousin like the rest of them and he was particularly close to her to boot. Despite how wrong it is to call him "kid" of all things, despite never having grown up normally so to speak, he needed to be the mature one and hold back. If these people were going to believe him when he said he was the most experienced, then the best way to do that was out in the field. Besides, he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of retaliating at him like some kind of mad dog. No... instead, he merely got comfortable on the ottoman chair as he silently awaited Erin's response. The last thing she needed was getting more stressed out by the sight of him and dolphin-head bickering like a bunch of children. 

After hearing her saying that she needed time to think, he saw Erin make her way upstairs, presumably shutting herself off from the rest of them, at least for a while. She probably needed some time alone as she must have been overwhelmed with just how many people showed up in support for her. While he was glad of the fact, he knew that there was wisdom in what some of the others said. Having this many people over when one is supposed to be an introvert can be draining, more so when there was a lot of stake. 

With that said, Spencer did not dare follow after her. Doing so was smothering at this point and he knew to respect her boundaries. Instead, the group would see him disappear almost instantly after Erin was out of sight. There wasn't any more reason for him to stick around, after all other than earn the ire of dolphin head and speedy gonzales. The son of thanatos would rematerialize still on the same seated pose on a black wingback armchair in his room. Standing up, he approached the nightstand and opened one of its drawers revealing an ornate mahogany box with the seal of Hephaestus, the hammer, and his father's, the scythe, imprinted on the center along with the words " Talos Arms Weapons Manufacturing Group Ltd". Opening the box revealed two distinct handguns, one midnight black, the other the color of pure silver, as well as several stacks of magazines for each gun. He retrieved both guns as well as some of the mags before equipping a custom-made tactical jacket complete with numerous open-top magazine pouches and internal holsters for each gun. 

After sorting out his equipment, he allowed Qrow to fly off before he summoned his scythe and cut through the space in front of him. A portal opened up from where he had made the cut, letting off the heat and the smell of burning sulfur into the room. Without any delay, Spencer stepped into the portal and he was transported to the place he had been imprisoned to until recently. The poison lingering in the air, the heat of the ever-burning river, and of course, the roars and screams of the monsters that called this place home. There is a certain nostalgia to all this since no matter how terrible one's living environment is, sooner or later, you just end up getting used to it. 

Eyeing the monsters that have slowly began making their approach towards him, Spencer took a deep breath and relaxed his entire body. There's are two reasons why he chose to train here instead of back at camp. First and foremost, there are a lot more variety of monsters here rather than just the 3 he can usually summon. Besides, if he wants to prove how useful he can be in this quest, he needed to resort back to what he was when he was stuck down here for all these years. He was neither Spencer nor was he the Centurion of the Fifth Cohort. No... he had reduced himself to less than that... to something more primal.

While at the beginning, he was only trying desperately to survive, he had learned that being on the defensive would do him no good. They were just going to keep coming and coming, pouring in like ants that have smelled the scent of prey. No matter how much he killed and killed and killed, they would just keep coming back because this godsforsaken place was their home, their cradle, their birthright. He needed to become more than that sniveling, terrified kid that still couldn't get over the fact that he was betrayed by two of the people he was supposed to be closest with. Either he adapted or he died. Thus, after re-forging his broken weapon, he changed his tactics. Never again will he run or fear any of them. If they were after his life, no matter who are what they are, he will kill them over and over and over again until he burned the image of him to their fucking minds as someone they should never mess with. Erin didn't need the boy that returned from hell nor the Centurion of the Fifth Cohort. What she needed was the terror that plagued every monster that encountered him. They called him many names but one in particular stuck out... Φάντασμα... Fántasma... Spectre. 

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Signaling the start of the oncoming battle several harpies started the attack, diving towards him with their razor-sharp claws. Merely side-stepping out of the way, Spencer casually retrieves Casull from its holster, turns off the safety, and fires at the Harpies' torsos. Each bullet had enough punch to obliterate the three assailants instantly. Hearing the shots attracted the attention of even more monsters as four cyclopes and a pack of hellhounds, followed by a squad of Scythian Dracaenae began making their way towards him. 

Firing off the remaining three shots at the nearest 3 hellhounds, Spencer quickly readied Jackal as he reloaded the silver gun with a fresh mag. Before the nearest hound could attempt to close the remaining distance, the son of death had shadow travelled several feet in the air, both guns aimed at his aggressors. With a menacing grin, he began unleashing a hail of bullets at the monsters, taking out all but one of the hellhounds and injuring the rest. Without even letting the monsters recover, Spencer appeared in between of two of the dracaenae and shot them in the head point blank, their bodies crumbling into dust almost instantaneously after their heads were blown clean off. The rest of the dracaenae as well as the cyclopes tried to retaliate but the demigod was gone as soon as he had appeared. 

By the time one of the cyclopes sensed his presence, Spencer had already teleported himself behind the giant. With a forceful swing of his scythe, the cyclops' foot was severed cleanly. Unable to maintain its balance, the cyclops stumbled and fell to the ground, alerting the other monsters.  

As the one-eyed monster howled in pain, the son of Thanatos began chanting what seemed to be a mantra in his native tongue. [color=662d91]"Yr wyf yn dywyllwch..."
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Another slash cut off the fallen cyclops' arm cleanly from the shoulder. [color=662d91]"Yr wyf yn marw."[/color] Despite the other monsters charging towards him, Spencer continued uttering his mantra in sync with the howls and cries of the monster he was standing unceremoniously on top off. 

[color=662d91]"Dod ar fy wynebu fydd eich gofid mwyaf!"[/color] As if he had read its death warrant, Spencer wrapped the blade of his scythe around the cyclops' neck. He waited until its brethren drew closer before he tugged his scythe violently, beheading the cyclops and returning it to dust. 

Motivated by its anger towards what the young-looking demigod did to its kin, the largest of the cyclopes charged towards Spencer, club raised and ready to crush him as if he were an insect. In response, the young lad waited until the last second before jumping out of the way, and onto the giant's club, using it as a makeshift ramp to get closer to the giant's face. The son of Thanatos willed his scythe's blade to be enveloped with the flames of the Phlegethon as he jumped off the club and above the boss cyclops' head. before bringing down the scythe with as much force he could muster as if he was delivering pure divine retribution itself. His scythe slid effortlessly as it split apart the monster cleanly in half, much to the terror of the 4 other remaining cyclopes as well as the dracaenae. 

[color=662d91]"Teimlo fy dicter"
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Turning his attention to the slithering women, Spencer used shadow travel to close the distance between them. He appeared upside down while  in mid-air, twisted his body sideways, and forcibly swung his scythe around, chopping off 3 dracaenae's heads. The rest of the snake women tried to retaliate by simultaneously attacking him with their swords, but Spencer parried their attacks as he deftly twirled his weapon, broke the serpentine warriors' guard and sent a shockwave of death around him, instantly vaporizing the Scythian Dracaenae. 

[color=662d91]"Teimlo fy nghasineb"
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Not letting the deaths of the snake women go to waste, both cyclopes attempted to crush the demigod as they swung their hammers towards him from either side. Their attempts were foiled when a cyclops taller than even their fallen boss appeared, catching both hammers mid-swing with its hands. The son of Thanatos transported himself on top of his summoned Cyclop's head. As he gripped his weapon tighter, the liquid flames wrapping the blade of his scythe burned even more fiercely. Setting his sights on one of the cyclops' he hurled the scythe towards the monster. The burning blade spun briefly in midair before reaching its target and lodging itself directly into the monster's single eye, ending its life right then and there. With a simple grasping motion, the scythe returned to its master's hand just as Spencer chanted the last line of his mantra. 

[color=662d91]"...gadewch i'm sgrechian gyflawni eich tynged!". 
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Spencer's summoned cyclop's suddenly pulled the enemy cyclop's hammer towards its direction. As it lost its footing, the friendly cyclops delivered a nasty uppercut to the hostile cyclops' jaw, staggering its opponent even further. As it was reeling from the attack, it failed to notice that the demigod was already midair, about to bring down his flaming scythe on top of the cyclop's skull until it was too late. The moment the scythe made contact, the giant enemy began fading back to dust. 

Thinking that the demigod had already let down its guard, the final hellhound lunged towards him from where it was previously hiding. It opened its jaws in an attempt to bite off the half-blood's head, but it caught an unfamiliar, black object instead. Spencer stared at the mutt with pure hatred burning in his eyes before pulling Jackal's trigger, blowing the monster apart. 

After dealing with all the monsters that initially attacked him, the demigod would continue scouring Tartarus for monsters to kill before taking a dip in the Phlegethon. Upon returning to his Cabin, time had barely passed since he left. Despite having spent an entire day fighting monsters in Tartarus, only one second had passed in the real world. The second reason he chose Tartarus as the place he would train is because of how time-efficient it is. 

There was only one thing left to do while he waited for their departure and that is to prepare his gear, supplies, and equipment, starting with reloading bullets for his magazines. He would continue to work in silence until either it was time to leave, or somebody decides to interrupt him.

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Translations:

[color=a187be]Yr wyf yn dywyllwch...
[i]I am darkness
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"Yr wyf yn marw."
[i]I am death
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"Dod ar fy wynebu fydd eich gofid mwyaf!"
[i]Encountering me shall be your greatest regret
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"Teimlo fy dicter"
[i]Feel my anger
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"Teimlo fy nghasineb"
[i]Feel my hate
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"...gadewch i'm sgrechian gyflawni eich tynged!". 
[i]Let my scythe deliver your fate[/i][/color]
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