[u]Rathel[/u]

Rathel felt his emotions slip through his mind, his heart grew numb and panic rushed where the void erupted. It only prolonged the demon’s inner suffering. Under his shell, his body shivered and quills rattled within his body enough to block his notice of another approaching his downed form. Within his mind he wanted to scream for them to leave him. To run and not look back, his body pulled tighter into a ball in a fleeting hope it would pass over. 

He recognized the voice, Annabeth, while her form approached him. She was a sweet student, one of the most helpful and charming, as she naturally asked if he was injured. His breath became shallower in his efforts to steadfast to the spot. His quills seemed to stiffen and mouth tendrils wiggled, each time they would sporadically stop then moved in a chaotic pattern unlike his normal controlled ones. He tried to speak but most the words became lost in pauses, pitched whistles and clicks. 

Click…”Runaway..” Whistle, and two clicks followed by “Something...” Click and snap. “…now!” His voice struggled with the words and his focus shot from the poison seeping in his body, poured from Khan’s own pain and misery. 

Immediately the nearest plant snaked its long stem into a thorny like whip, each one sharp and bright red. It lashed out and aimed to take hold of Annabeth, first her legs then her middle and up to her arms binding them tightly while the thorn shredded into the protect she had. Though if Ananbeth had managed to avoid the whip like appendage, underneath her feet the stones from the floor moved and shifted to reveal several tiny roots that grew in strength and size from random area in the hallway. Every single one reached for something warm and alive to crush in its vice like grip.