The woman took down the two demons with ease as Greenday played around the scene. "She's a rebel. She's a saint. She's the salt of the earth and she's dangerous…" Deimos's lips pulled up on the left side as he enjoyed connection between the lyrics and the sight before him.

As she finished, Deimos remembered that he had a challenge to fulfill. So, he tried to change the dream so that he could poke at her fears. Yet, everything that he tried to bring forward or change would refuse to settle into the dream. Deimos even tried to change his own appearance to the more demonic form that he sometimes used in dreams. Nothing worked. She had tight reign on her dream.

Then, to Deimos's surprise, she noticed Deimos. He had forgotten to keep himself out of her vision. She stood there looking at him like he was a chess board and she was weighing out her next move. She, then, materialized two new swords and charged straight for him.

Now, this is new.

Usually in battle, people were running from him, not at him.

In reflex, he armored up and materialized a shield and sword of his own with a snap of his fingers. Thankfully he found that he was able to control that much. He gained stable footing just before she attacked. The music shifted after Greenday to Muse "Uprising".

She was not wearing armor, did not have a shield, and he really did not want to actually hurt her. So, Deimos held back in his swings and deflections. But, she was good. Really good.

He brought up his game a little to match hers, and to his surprise, she upped hers a bit more. Then he matched her again, and she upped her game again. Through the parries and twists, the blows and deflections, they danced in locked combat as near equals. Neither truly able to land a blow on the other. The skill level kept climbing as he tested her prowess.

As she lunged to strike one blow, Deimos dropped his sword and used his free hand to grab her arm and pull her forward. He nearly had her in his arms to pin her down, when the ground crumbled below his feet while she rolled away from his reach. Walls popped up to limit his movements.

Holy shit, she was controlling everything about this environment. Mortals very rarely even realize they are in a dream let alone figure out they can control so much. The last time he had experienced a mortal with any where close to this level of control was when he pursued Arikos. Even then, the woman only froze the Dolophoni and moved the scene. This was more precise and complex.

His face openly showed the joy he had in finding a worthy person to spar with. He still held back some. But, he had not sparred with someone of this caliber in a very long time. He was truly starting to have fun.

The woman landed a good solid kick against his shield that sent him flying backward. As he landed, he remembered that he was supposed to be there to scare the shit out of her. So, he let go of the weapons and shield, stood up and let the full might of his battle cry explode. He probed into her mind to plant seeds of dread. Yet to his surprise, she was serene. This woman was in perfect peace as she faced him. How?

Normally, there are thoughts racing in a persons mind something that could be used against them. Few warriors truly reach that level of peace when locked in battle. And for her, as a modern woman who had not trained for true heated warfare with swords, this should be off balance for her. She seemed rather impossible.

Deimos stood there gaping at her as she slid into a crouched position like a large cat. She once again looked at him as if she could see into his soul and derive his next plans. Her lips moved subtly with the words of the song that played. "They will not force us, they will stop degrading us, they will not control us, we will be victorious…"

Was she having as much fun as he was? Did she even realize she was connecting to the song in such a way? This was very strange indeed.

Once more, she charged at him. However, this time, he did not bother with the sword or shield. Fun was fun. And trust him, dancing like this with her was quickly becoming foreplay for the god. To see her stomach muscles tense as she changes direction, the fluid twisting of her hips, the way her breast bounced when her blows hit his shield. He could really enjoy just feasting on her flesh.

But, he was there to test her. To scare her. Deimos needed to wrap this up fast, before his growing erection made things very difficult for him. So, as she came close with the swords, he twisted away enough to let the one sword arm pass him as he grabbed the wrist of the other. Deimos kicked her feet out from under her. They both went down hard with her pinned beneath him and her wrists locked into his grip.

At the moment of realizing what he had done, her eyes widened in sudden panic. The music stopped in dead silence. Yet her face and voice betrayed nothing of the panic within.

"Who are you? And why are you here?" She demanded.

It was only then that he was able to take in the full view of her face.

Her soft honeyed skin, the smooth curves of her cheeks, jaw and neck. The tiny freckles that danced across her nose and apples of her cheeks. She had large almond shaped eyes in deep shades of grey, green and blue, all edged in a ring of dark blue and framed with the thick eyelashes that you see many Arab women with. Her dusty rose colored lips were pressed in controlled silence. Her black hair was long and straight and pulled into a pony tail. Though, some strands fell out of place from the sparring.

She was an exotic mix of Mediterranean beauty. All he wanted to do was run a finger over her skin to sweep those strands of hair out of her face and suckle at her perfect lips. She twisted and writhed under his body in a way that encouraged his erection to stiffen in painful pleasure. Her eyes began to show more of her panic.

"Damn woman, who in the hell are you?" He could not stop the broad smile crossing his face or the words from coming out of his mouth.

He should have been trying to scare her. He did, a little, but not what Acheron was looking for.

"You won't break me." She answered with conviction. "I won't be scared that easily."

"Oh darling, you should be scared of me." Deimos growled low in his voice as he grabbed at the chance to test her.

She froze in visible attempts to calm herself and ignore his response. She looked back at him levelly.

This was impossible! No human has ever stood up to his command of fear.

She managed to wiggle loose enough to land a knee straight to his manhood. Doubled over in pain, she pushed him off of her and ran to put distance between them.

Before she had managed to get more than a few feet, the wall of water fell over both of them once again.

"Well?"

"Shit Acheron, couldn't you knock first?" Deimos sat up in bed.

"I did." Acheron just stood there leaning against the wall with his foot placed on the wall and his bent knee stretched out front. It seemed to be a common pose for the Dark Hunter. Then he tilted his head and raised and eyebrow showing that he was still waiting for a response to his brief question.

"You first Ash. Who the hell is she?"

"I told you, a human military officer."

"Bullshit. There is nothing about her dreams that shows her to be a normal human."

"How so?"

"Her locked powers seem familiar, but different. I can't peg them. So, I don't know if she is gypsy or demigod or both. And, I couldn't scare her! She has such intense control over her dreams that I could not bring forth any memory or even change my own appearance. She, she… damn it Ash, somehow I ended up entering her dream from my own when I was not even trying. And, I still don't know her name!"

That seemed to catch the Atlantean's attention. Then stepping away from the wall to leave, "Thank you Deimos."

"Fuck you and all of your secrets. I really hope that you are not out to hurt her."

Acheron stopped and looked at Deimos. "Why are you so protective of her Deimos?"

"She is a woman and I have seen nothing from her that shows her as a danger to anyone. Trust me, I am a Justice deity, I know when people deserve to be hurt and she doesn't."

"Is that all?"

Deimos was not about to tell Acheron about how turned on she made him. Though, the now slightly softening erection probably gave that away before he even woke.

Acheron confirmed that assumption. "You know, I asked you to scare her, not screw her."

"I don't report to you. Now, get out of my room asshole."

Ash flashed out without another word.