<div align="center"><em>The Alpha and Terry</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>While the others dealt with the other two demi-gods, the alpha seemed completely focused on Terry. Part of the reason why he was alpha was that he could speak. Manticores were intelligent, but most weren't around enough mortals or demi-gods to learn to speak the common tongue. He'd been trapped in a mystical zoo of sorts for a long time and when he escaped he took over this pack. His ability to speak is what set him apart from the others. The others only understood the demi-gods attacks, but he understood what they were saying and could relay it to his pack.<br/><br/>The others charged the two demi-gods. Shooting their spikes and growling loudly. It was unknown the limit of spikes these creatures could shoot, but as with most mythical creatures chances were that it was unlimited. The poison of a manticore wasn't fatal. Instead it just caused unimaginable pain. Most went into shock from it. If they were lucky, the shock would kill them before the monsters began to tear into their flesh. While their own poison would affect them, it was less painful. One spine did manage to shoot back after hitting a shield to prove this. It jammed itself into the creature's shoulder and it fell back for a moment. It growled as it yanked the spike back out. It's arm appeared to have gone paralyzed. It charged at Libby, wanting revenge for it's now injured arm.<br/><br/>Not waiting any longer, the alpha made his move. He fell down to all fours and charged. Just a few feet from Terry, he jumped back up to his hind legs and held his spike like a dagger as he lunged for Terry's chest, "Filthy demi-gods!" monsters had been around much longer than demi-gods had. Monster never really died. They simply went away for a while and were 'reborn'. At which point they tended to seek out who ever had killed them and tried to get their revenge.