The Final Battle
Kratos looked at Athena with disgust; goddess or not he knew that you were to show at least a small amount of respect. He did not comment though. He was thankful that he would have a chance to gain back everything he had lost. Kratos kissed his daughters head, and set her down softly. Poseidon was quick to come over and take Calliope away. "If you lay a finger on her, so help me I'll-"
"Relax, Kratos," Athena interrupted, "I ordered them to do nothing until I had defeated you in combat." She said. Kratos gave an amused grunt under his breath, 'until I had defeated you.' That sounded like something the new Athena would say. The old, kind Athena was far lost underneath the evils and darkness that surrounded her. "Oh, I believe you will need this," Athena said, and out of thin air she brought forth the blade of Olympus.
"Why do you give me my blade?" Kratos asked.
"Kratos, I am no coward. I do not fear you, and I have full confidence in my own combat skills. I will win fairly and with honor, for what good is winning without those two things?" Athena said, turning her dagger over in her hand.
"I'm finished speaking," Kratos said.
Athena smiled wickedly, "So am I, Ghost of Sparta." She said, walking close to him. Then with a swift move of her wrist, she plunged her weapon into Kratos' side. "Let's fight."
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Kratos gasped, and Athena pulled her dagger out quickly. Black liquid poured from his side, down his thigh and onto his feet. He snarled angrily, "You will pay for that," he muttered. He went after her with a raised sword, and brought it down onto her shoulder. Athena moved quickly, and blocked his attack with her dagger. Kratos was shocked and impressed with her speed and strength. Slowly his sword slid of her weapon, the blade leaving sparks as it trailed down the dagger.
Athena sighed happily. Then with lightning fast speed she stuck her dagger out, and sliced Kratos across the face. Moments slowed as the tip dug into Kratos' skin, moving slowly across from the left side of his face, down his eye, and to his ear. Kratos could feel a burning fire on his face, and he backed away. Blood gushed out of the wound, and he covered his eye with his hand. Athena laughed.
"Look at the big and powerful Kratos!" She mocked, "What's wrong? Did little Kratos get a little cut? Oh poor, pretentious Kratos!"
Kratos watched her laugh at him, and took it as a chance to act. He raised his sword, and struck Athena's thigh. He forced the weapon into her skin, pushing it half way through her leg. Kratos watched Athena's blood cover his blade, and listened to her screams of pain. He stood up, and pulled the blade out of her leg.
"You may laugh all you want Athena," Kratos said, "But it is not over yet."
Athena snarled, and stood up straight again. Her eyes burned like wild fire, "But a lucky strike," she said bitterly. Kratos only enjoyed her misery for a moment, and then went to attack again.
Athena's blade met Kratos' sword in mid-swing, and collided with a crash. Sparks flew from the impact, and the weapons paused in the air for a moment. Kratos and Athena challenged each other's strength and endurance. Seconds passed, and Kratos proved to have the upper hand in power. Athena staggered back, and Kratos aimed his sword for her stomach. Athena was quick to defend though, and swiped her dagger across the front of her body. Kratos' arm swung back in a half circle. Athena went to hit, and Kratos blocked again. The fighting continued, and with every swing Kratos walked a step closer. Little by little, he cornered the goddess until she was pinned against the wall. Kratos put the tip of his blade to Athena's neck. He panted, unsure on how a ghost could be out of breath. "It's over Athena," Kratos said, ready to slowly decapitate and watch her bleed to death.
"Kratos wait! No please!" Athena begged him, "We could rule together, you don't have to do this!"
Athena's eyes began to fill with tears. Hair hung in her face, and her eyes were filled with terror. Kratos would have normally loved this look, and would have killed her on the spot. But something inside of him spoke otherwise. He felt compassionate, and for the first time in his life he felt sympathetic. He kept his look blank, but in his mind he was fighting with himself. Kill or let her live?
Kratos sighed, but did not lower his blade. "Athena, you do not deserve to be like this. You deserve a hell worthy of a deceiving, cruel god like you." Kratos said. Athena said nothing, and did not move. She only stared at him. "Yet I myself deserve a fate of a terrible hell, and people I suppose can change." Kratos said, "So I will spare you on one condition." He said.
"What is your condition?" Athena asked.
"You let my family go," Kratos said, "And you leave this world. I never want to see you here again. Is this understood?"
Athena nodded her head as much as one can when I sword is against their neck. Kratos then lowered his blade. "Now, get out." Kratos said. He turned his back on her, and began to walk toward the door he saw Poseidon and Hephaestus took Calliope.
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Athena watched Kratos walk away slowly with his cocky sort of victorious walk. She glanced down at her dagger. All she needed was one good strike, and that would be the end of it. She could end him and stay here and rule. With a made up mind she raised her dagger, and slowly walked behind Kratos, careful to keep her feet muffled. Then she raised her sharp dagger in the air.