That's when all hell broke loose. The floor of the room cracked open, and out came an intimidating figure. He was fairly tall and had a havily scarred face, like someone had put his head in a blender. When he saw Athena and Posedion, he fixe them with a cold glare. "Your son, Legend. Where is he?" He spoke in a gravelly voice that sounded like thousands of pieces of chalk being grinded on a stone slab.
"He fell into Tartarus. I don't know when he'll be back," Poseidon told the man and grabbed his trident. The man's eyes narrowed. "Stay back. We don't want trouble." Poseidon's trident glowed softly as he began to walk backwards.
The man sighed and unhooked a lrage broadsword from his back. It was about the size of a hockey stick, and as wide as 10 of them. It was a miracle he could hold it. Well, he was like 20 feet tall, so not that much of a surprise. "Then I'll guess I'll ave to get 'warmed up' with you."
Percy chose this as the moment to come out. "You'll have to face me first." He spoke in a voice that was way more confident than he felt. Percy went to draw Riptide, but instead, a white sword materialized in his hand.
"The sword of Athenacles." The man said gruffly. His almost nonixestent eyebrows were raised slightly. "Good..good. Perhaps this will be a real battle after all. I am Ultor. I will be your last opponent. As we were weakened by the disappearance of Legend, we combined our bodies to make the ultimate challenge." Ultor spoke hoarsely. His pitch black eyes sparked red for a moment, and a ring of fire erupted around them. He raised his sword and looked at Percy expectantly.
Percy took a deep breath and his eyes swirled. He blinked once, and when he opened his eyes, they were fully white. The sword of Athenacles began to hum with power as the powers of Legend began to course through Percy's body.
Ultor scoffed. "Is that all you've got? No wonder Maleficence is going to win this battle." Ultor closed his eyes. Percy picked up a small buzzing noise. The air in front of him ripped open, and a huge vortex of flames came spiraling towards Percy.
"Oh damn," Percy stabbed the sword into the ground, then pulled it out and made a straight vertical line with it. A silver line was visible in the air. As soon as the flames began to get closer to Percy, the line expanded until it was a dmoe that encased Percy. The flames slowly died down, and the dome reverted back to the silver line, which shimmered out of existence.
"Your stupid magic won't impress me." Percy taunted. His hand set on fire and the flames propelled him towards Ultor. Percy slid, hoping to cut one of Ultor's legs with his sword. Ultor, however, lowered his sword and the 2 weapons met.
There was a loud gong, like a bell ringing, and everything in the room moved back a couple of inches. White energy surrounded Percy and it sent him backwards, narrowly missing the sword that had come slashing down where he was a moment ago.
It was a close shave, and the spot where Percy was a second ago was now charred and smoking. "Quite the sword." Percy slowly rose. Ultor's eyes were completely red as he raised his hand. Peryc felt the ground beneath him get tense, and he rolled out of the way. Flames rose from the floor to the ceiling.
Percy began to play the offense. Some curled around his arm. His palm quivered slightly. He raised his hand and the smoke shot out and hit Ultor's eyes. While Ultor was blinded, Percy propelled himself forward, and brought his sword down in a diagnol arc. The Sword of Athenacles whizzed through the air, creating a silver line.
Suddenly, Ultor raised his hand and caught the sword. He ripped it from Percy's grasp and punched Percy's face. His head jerked sideways, and blood splattered the walls. Ultor brought up his leg and kicked Percy with such ferocity that there was a boom as Percy sailed through the air. Percy landed, and ducked his head as the sword narrowly missed his head and went into the fire, to which it popped out next to Ultor.
Ultor raised his hand, and lightning arced through Percy's body. The rush was so overhwlemingthat Percy's eyes rolled back for a moment. Shen it stopped, Percy's mouth tasted like burning tinfoil and his bodywas steaming. He heard pops like popcorn when he opened his mouth to breathe.
Percy growled and pulled out Riptide. He got to his feet shakily. "You don't play around much do you?" Ultor shook his head, and Percy sighed. Ultor glided through the air and landed a lightning quick punch to Percy's torso. The impact was as loud as a bomb, and there was a crunching noise when Percy recoiled. He flew a couple yards back, skidding to a halt on the ground. Blood began to stain his t-shirt. Ultor threw The Sword of Athenacles at him, and imbedded itself in Percy's left shoulder. Standing up, Percy tugged on the hilt with two hands until it ripped out, cuasing white hot pain to course through his arm. Then, it just felt numb, with pain everytime he moved it.
Things were looking pretty bleak. Percy was breathing heavily. He held his ribs and made a rattling noise everytime he breathed. The sword of Athenacles seemed to dim, as if saying, Really, dude?
Ultor stood motionless, the flmaes casting shadows on his face. His eyes looked at Percy with hate. "This..this is the 'hero' we almost died for!" It sounded as if multiple people were speaking at once. He roared and a whip of fire wrapped around Percy.
"Agh!" Percy growled. The sword clattered to the floor, leaving Percy's hand feeling cold. The whip tightened, and Percy swore he could feel his ribs being pushed together. This isn't happening…Percy thought desperately. Percy began to taste something coppery. This was really, really bad.
Call to it, Percy heard a voice say. In his head, he saw a man with aristocratic features and grayish green eyes. He was smiling at Percy. His eyes suddenly looked strained and he gasped. Hurry, Percy. The future hangs in balance.
Opening his eyes, Percy struggled with newfound determination. He held his palm out, and his sword came sailing towards him. It fit perfectly in his hand and was so light it was as if he wasn't holding anything at all. It hummed so intensely that Percy could have mistaken it for a massage chair.
Making a sound like a Harley, the sword moved on it's own and cut the whip. Percy dropped to a knee, gasping. Good…good. It recognizes you as it's owner. He could picture Athencles again. He looked better this time. Leaned against a wall, he glanced to some dark place. He then looked at Percy. The rest of us are coming. It is a long way out. Keep fighting, brother.
Percy's ribs suddenly seemed to numb while he held the sword. It still hurt, but it was like when you're in a cold room with a blanket on; you can feel the cold,but you're still protected. The sword was now positively vibrating.
"My turn." Percy said coldly. He raised his hand and the sword let loose a beam of light. It struck Ultor in the chest, and Percy sent flames at him. Ultor absorbed them, but Percy noticed his breathing was harder.
He ran forward but dropped to the floor, swinging his sword at Ultor's legs. Ultor raised his sword high to block the strike he thought was going to happen, so Percy's sword cleaved his legs off. Percy picked him up with one hand and threw him upwards. Ultor began to float before he hit the ground.
"Good, good." Ultor somehow made it seem like he was the one who had cleaved off Percy's legs and not the other way around. "But not good enough."
Percy's sword vibrated and began to come alive with flames. He stabbed it in the ground, and fire swam through the ground. He glided through the air and aimed a slash at Ultor's face. He dodged easily and waited for another attack.
Percy slashed his sword to the right, but put power behind his left foot and aimed it at Ultor. He dropped the floor, avoiding both his foot and his sword, and rolled beneath his other foot when it came off the ground from his jump, and stood.
"Dang it." He opened his hand and white hot flames gathered in his hand. He threw it at Ultor and aimed a well placed jab right behind it with his sword. He bent backwards to avoid the lightning and jumped at just the right time to put his arms around his waist and push him behind him, causing him to land sprawled on the ground.
Percy shot up like a rocket. Hovering off the ground, he began to release monstrous streams of fire at Ultor. One looked distinctly purple, and it curved behind Ultor and came back at him. He heard it coming and floated up, putting himself parallel to the ground and spun, the fire shooting by right beneath him.
"No! No! No!" Flame after flame arced towards Ultor. Ultor wove between them, running toward Percy. When he was close enough, he floated, spinning, and punched Percy in the side. He then did a handless backflip to prepare for his counter attack.
"GAH!" His eyes glowed white and a circle of fire flickered around him. Percy grew frustrated and cupped his hands together. Streams of flames, all in different places, sped towards Ultor. He dodged all of them, veering to the side for some, and floating over others but the final one was a large dome of blistering hot magma, that came just as he recovered from the last stream. When it hit him, he flew backwards, hitting the wall behind him.
Percy didn't stop the assault there. Flame after flame kept piling onto Ultor's heap. The flames grew so tall they were Percy's height. Throwing flames was a tiri ng job, and Percy began to slow down. He stopped with one last "Fuck you" and a large dome of magma.