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Three Typical Heroes
Horace Wolff glared into the oppressive California sun. Almost sixteen years in its presence and he still hated it. He quietly fumed and sweltered in his armour whilst Pablo babbled on. His father had blessed him with the gift of tongues when he was claimed and he hadn't shut up since. If Horace was being honest with himself he regretted standing for Pablo. He seemed like a good kid at the time, quiet, deliberate, a strange hunger in his eyes. Turned out he was like that because he didn't speak English. But once he learned... Jesus Christ the kid could talk.
"See the women in Portugal have just got something-"
"Pablo"
"Yeah?"
"Shut it"
"Oh yeah man sure..."
Silence.
"The American women just don't have that mojo about them, you know?"
That's when the flaming Demigod crashed down onto his head.
Liam Twomey, the scourge of San Francisco and bane of authority figures everywhere ran like a frightened shrew. The Chimera seemed to treat him like one too. It would get just close enough for Liam to smell its rancid breath and assure him that Death was whispering in his ear before pulling back, staring the chase anew. Finally he was trapped on top of the one of the Berkeley hills. His body was tingling like a thousand fire ants were gnawing on him. This was the place. The Chimera approached, the lion head licking its lips, the goat head eyeing Liam's vintage leather jacket. A surge of power roared through Liam's body like it always did when he was cornered. He leaped straight up as the Chimera spewed flames and landed on the Chimeras back. He immediately wrapped his hands around its hissing snakes head tail. He dug his thumbs into its beady eyes until it stopped thrashing. The lions head roared furiously but Liam ignored it and latched onto the goats horns. The Chimera bucked and charged in every direction it could. Liam twisted the goats head towards the edge of the hill, and they charged that way. Any strength Liam had had left him by now and all he could do was cling to the beasts fur as they rolled over the edge.
Flames engulfed both Liam and the Chimera as they hurtled down the hill.
Liam was finally thrown off and he hit the bottom seconds before his foe. He was vaguely aware of the sounds of clanging armour and of the chimeras roar before he blacked out.
Pablo dispatched the Chimera with ease. He'd thrust his pilum down its throat as it thrashed on helplessly on its back. The real problem was the two unconscious teenagers at his feet. He checked them over quickly, Horace was concussed, maybe badly but the other guy was seriously hurt. Broken bones, third degree burns, a gash on his temple. The whole shabang. He grabbed the kid by the shoulders and closed his eyes and concentrated on the Forum. There was the familiar rush of air and suddenly they were in New Rome. Pablo dropped the kid down onto the cobbles and spewed all over him before collapsing himself. He wouldn't be doing that again in a hurry. Concerned vendors and citizens rushed over to them.
Pablo managed to choke out,
"Horace, in the tunnel..."
They seemed to understand and a few ran off to help him. Some medics had crowded around the kid now and they were working furiously. Pablo caught ones eye and grinned balefully,
"This one better be worth it eh?"
He hacked up some phlegm before falling back in a weary daze.
AN: A short introduction to the characters. Their pasts will be fleshed out in later chapters. Any reviews, input or constructive criticism would be great. Thanks for reading.