Nicholas frozed as he heard the screams. It reminded him very much of that horrible metallic roar he'd heard during the car accident with his father many years ago. He was suddenly immobilized. Stuck somewhere in the sea of white Mist. And then, the scene began to form: the car, a heap of crumpled metal amidst the wheat field. White smoke curling up towards the sky. And then a tall figure looming over the smashed thing. [i]You have to move, Nicholas.[/i] A voice told him inside his head. [i]The Mist is playing its tricks on you. This is not real.[/i] The voice told him urgently. [i]Move![/i] As soon as the voice faded, a tomahawk came hurling down on him at high speed and he only had a second to duck to save his head from being split into two.

"Get a grip Nicholas!" He told himself. He saw that the other bear's on rampage, throwing things at random, anything it can get his hands on, which a lot since he has an entire chest of weapons beside him. Wherever it got that chest, Nicholas must get it away from him first. [i]This guy can throw.[/i] Nicholas thought, as he crept up behind the bear. He can feel the air pressure in each throw even from this distance, may be could throw several times his weight if he's up to it. "Hey big guy!" Nicholas shouted so everyone in the ware house could hear him, he added a little magic so it sounded like he's in several places at the same time. "Try throwing that at me. Yes, hit me with your best shot if you're so tough!" He can see that his plan's working. The bear's started to throw in several places where he wanted it to. The maces and hammers struck one after another, taking down one lookout from the ware house entrance, two guards to the east wing, and a few other more who happens to be at right places.

The chest is nearly half empty, and the guards are all taken down. Theres only the two bears left, and taking out the chest. Nicholas signaled at Michael, and inched towards the throwing bear. He looks so tired now, cursing and panting in frustration, "I'll have you filthy demigod! And if I do, I'll rip your flesh to pieces and eat you!" Nicholas picked up the golden paper clip inside his jean's pocket, he tossed it in the air, it extended several feet (7ft to be exact) and formed a handsome golden staff. He calls it Merlin, he got it from his mother a few days after he wakes up to Camp Half-Blood. It was a gift, and now it was his most lethal weapon. He swung Merlin sideways towards the chest, it struck the box where he wanted it to be, the chest skidded a few feet away from te bear. It roared angrily and began to claw aimlessly around himself. Nicholas barely dodge a few swipes. But he was on his feet again. [i]The scream![/i] He needs to find Iria. 

Sure it was easy finding her, she was glowing and shining so bright that the other bear's crouching in her general direction, ready to pounce. And then, Nicholas saw the blood. He cursed under his breath. He was running towards Iria when the second bear (the one throwing things) side tackled him. It knocked the wind out of him, and it also felt like a rib was broken or two. Merlin skidded off in a corner and disappeared. [i]This is what happens when a quest of three is broken.[/i] Nicholas thought in frustration as they both crashed in a heap of flesh, the huge bear on top of him. Pinning him down with all its weigh.