Sebastian wandered the Strawberry Fields of Camp Half Blood, lost to the clear night and his own thoughts. He was dressed for bed, but those who knew him also knew that he rarely adhered to curfew, with his ability to disappear into shadow to escape consequences. A grimace turned his mouth downwards, and the shadows around him were much darker than anywhere else in camp. They whispered to him, which wasn't anything new, but the insidious mass of darkness did not often hold a purpose as it did now; There is commotion in the forest. Outsiders. Beasts. He did not know why they chose to warn him, but he followed the tip earnestly - they had never been wrong before.
The forest was dark, and he could not see, at least with his eyes. Sensing shadow was like extra sensory perception for him. He could feel the shadow as keenly and intimately as he could his own hands, after working with it for so long and knew what it draped over, or crawled under, or otherwise intercepted. He made his way through the darkness without error of direction or tragic misstep. But by the time he reached the spot of confrontation, all that was left was blood and linear marks on the ground from dragging footsteps. He made off for the direction they led, and was not disappointed with the effectiveness of half bloods. He was neither the first nor second person there, and a bit of pride in his fellow campers and their dedication made itself known in the back of his head. He pushed the errant though aside, and made his way toward an unseemly warehouse.
Seb paused, at first seeing nothing disastrous inside, but as he looked closer, and reached out with shadow, he felt the danger. Two hulking creatures, half man and half bear, lumbered through a small group of half-bloods. The Mist was strong around the encounter, but he did not rely on sight once he got inside. A shrill wailing sounded, and he cursed under his breath at it's human sound. Seb reached into the shadow which, despite the slight light that emanated from the mist, was still prevalent, especially in the reality which a mortal would see. It answered without hesitation or question, rising with malicious efficiency into dark twisting tendrils that whipped angrily back and forth at the tip.
From the shadow, he could feel the location of the monsters and their prey. One figure, a camper, was half pinned to the ground by a bear that appear to be dead, and would no doubt soon disintegrate into a cloud of dust. Another crouched nearby, and without thought Sebastian struck out, the devilish tendrils finding their target quickly and digging into its unnatural flesh of mixed ursine and sapien. It roared in agony as they clawed through muscle and sinew, ripping asunder its tortured flesh, and thrashed madly as it swung its massive claw-like hands, trying to target its attacker but not knowing the source. The monstrosity only managed to inflict minor wounds on itself as it ripped at a substance that was only half there. At times, a lucky shot would tear at the tendril, leaving it in tatters, but they would always reconnect. There was a mind behind the shadow, instructing it with deadly precision. But after another moment, another cry of outrage at its unending pain, the bear berserked. Not wanting either of the two grounded figures to feel the brunt of it, Sebastian withdrew the tendrils, and instead called the shadow together into a humanoid form that caught the bear's attention, with the aid of the mind-altering mist. The bear, bleeding and slowly dying, tacked the form.
Sebastian edged around the outskirts of the warehouse, trying to sneak up on his enemy and also find the two campers. He found one, along the wall, and almost retched at the amount of blood around her and running in rivulets down her body. Her skin was alive with swirling color that made him nauseous, and he looked away from the dizzying sight. He reached for her. He couldn't heal, and the darkness would certainly feel cold and unwanted, but he could help. He pulled from the mass tangling with the bear, and focusing heavily, pulled a small bit of shadow toward him (he could only control so much). He left the shadow with the bear animate, but detached his immediate will. It was only 'alive' with his influence, but it acted on its own. It was dangerous, but he needed to focus on the task at hand. Shadow covering his hand, he placed it on her neck just above where her flesh was torn to pieces. The shadow delved into her skin, but did not harm it. Sebastian had little idea about what he was doing, but with the shadow he stitched the worse of the torn flesh together. The wound was in no way healed, but the bridging darkness kept her from losing anymore blood. He looked around frantically, but couldn't see much of anything through the Mist. He knew there were more than just these two campers inside, but after taking back conscious control of the shadow's fight with the bear, he couldn't do much.