-Fennel-

A natural digestive aid and plant

Beleaguer


Reyna went into overdrive, instincts talking over, she slashed, stabbed and killed. The cohorts were beleaguered on all sides by monsters and demigods.

Blood splattered on her clothes and matted her hair. A thin layer of monster dust covered her. next to her, covering her back was Jason. He didn't have the the same type of instinctive fight, but he held his own. Instead, Jason relied on ability, something he had plenty of.

Two different methods, they shouldn't have gotten along, though they did.

It echoed and resounded, the snapping bones, death, pain, and it all swirled around them. Engulfing them with lead thoughts. Jason's heart broke a little every time a fellow demigod fell on either side. Reyna registered their deaths too but she didn't stop.

She knew sympathy, she was capable of love but now, in that moment, she was a daemon.

Vision tunneling, Reyna plowed and killed by the baker's dozen. Fennel surrounded them, covered with blood and bodies. He and Reyna only added to the corpses.

Others also fought but they were lost and Reyna. Was in a fit of rage. The monsters retreated, the first battle was over. It would resume again in a few hours. Reyna didn't listen as they too, were called back. She kept killing and wielding her item of mass destruction: her sword.

Not that he would ever say, be that was the first time he noticed it. The way she lost it while still being there. She lost her compassion, it dulled down and she became the perfect roman fighting instrument.

No mercy rules applied. A young boy cowered in fear, still armed and an enemy. The kid's long spear didn't matter, Reyna would snap it with a swift kick. She towered over him. He was a deserter and by law he deserved death.

Jason knew he was a killer, they all were but this, he knew, wasn't right.

The boy was too young to properly make his choice. So he ran and stepped in the way of her. Her eyes showed confusion and in a dark corner of her pupil, recognition.

Luckily, she didn't strike.

"Reyna, stop."

He sounded tired even to himself. Not commanding as he wished he would be.

"No, Jason move."

She sounded tired too.

Reyna scared him in so many ways, This was one of them. She could be passionate and cold in seconds, her steel heart could melt he knew, but now she was different. More cold and distant. Like a perfect illusion, too misty to touch, too great and too far for him to fully comprehend. He was a mere mortal to her.

Just to prove that thought wrong, he put his hands on her shoulders. She was solid, real and that gave him confidence.

He loved her too, as much as his fifteen year old self could.

The battle field was empty and looking into his eyes, Reyna loosened the grip on her weapon.

Then, before anyone, not even him, could comprehend what was happening, he kissed her.

It was relatively short to the forever-long embraces on television but it happened. Reyna opened her eyes, and saying nothing, they hobbled back to the rest of the Romans. Body aching from exhaustion, they had a power nap only to go through the same hell in a couple hours.

Their efforts would pay off but not before another short kiss, this time from Reyna, when they were heaved onto shields and carried away from all the gore and blood that had seeped into the ground. All that was in the distance, the past, now- they stood shoulder to shoulder proudly in bedsheets.