A loud thud echoed through the room, followed by a painful groan. Skye stood triumphant over her latest opponent, who was lying on the ground, hold his stomach. "Roderick! How many times do I have to tell you?! Its not a fight or die match! Its sparring!" Skye turned her head and glared at her sensei. What was the point of being a black belt of she could never use what she knew? She put her fist in her hand and bowed. "I'm sorry, master. I let myself get carried away." She smirked as two other blackbelts helped the man up and carried him away. The sensei came up to Skye. "You have to learn to control your temper. You are chaotic and your skills are still all over the place." Skye ignored the man and stormed out of the room.<br/><br/>She went to her locker and yanked it open, backing her duffle bag. The only reason she was even here was because her therapist told her she needed an outlet. She didn't want to admit it but she fell in love with it. But now it almost seemed like she needed an outlet for her outlet. She wanted to beat the shit out of something or someone. She was always hyped, especially when she drank. She glanced at the clock and realized she was late for her class. Her professor was getting tired of her tardiness and was even threatening to drop her. She rushed to put everything away and slammed her locker, sprinting out the door.<br/><br/>Darting down the street, she decided to cut through an alley. This wasn't unusual, she had taken this route before. What WAS unusual was the man standing at the end of the alley. He was tall, wearing a hoodie with the hood up so you couldn't see his face. He stood right in Slyes way. When she tried to sidestep him, he followed. She took a deep breath. She wasn't an intimidating creature by any means. Standing 5'3" 130lbs soaking wet, she looked rather harmless. But her temper usually made sure people didn't cross her twice. But she took deep breaths trying to calm herself. "Excuse me,<span style="font-style: italic">sir</span>, can I<span style="font-style: italic">please</span>pass by?" The man just stood there, arms crossed.  "What the hell man?" She said. She turned to go back but found that path blocked by another mysterious man.<br/><br/>Skye sneered at them. "Oh really? Is that how you think this is gonna be? Think you can take advantage of an innocent girl?" She finally her the first man make a noise. It was laughter. "Ha ha ha! A demigod, innocent? Now that's not likely." The voice was deep and graveley. The other man laughed as well. The first lifted his hand and pulled back his hood, and Skye was so supposed by what she saw that for the first time in her life, she froze. The mans face was warped and distorted to look like a bull, complete with horns. She looked back and the other man had removed his hood, revealing the same thing. "What the fuck!?" She finally croaked. The man behind her began to move towards her. Skye felt a sudden burning sensation in her hand and looked down to see a metal staff with intricate designs of flames. Skye yelped and dropped the staff. It disappeared as soon as it hit the ground. She looked up again as the bull man charged towards her, the other making a move as well. Again the staff appeared and again she dropped it. The two got closer, but this time when the staff appeared, Skye swung it with all her might, knocking the bull man off his feet. She swung around and hit the other one as well. She dropped the staff once again and made a break for it, running back to her apartment.<br/><br/>Finally, out of breath and heart pounding, she entered her apartment. She collapsed on the couch and tried to reason with herself what had just happened. Did she hallucinate? She's never done that before. Was it masks? They seemed pretty real, and come to think of it, their eyes were glowing red. And what was that comment about 'demigods'? What the hell was going on in her head?!