Piper…
She lead her Eagles into battle eagerly as the Romans marched forward in a shield wall. Piper and her Eagles along with Jason threw their javelins and hit a few soldiers thus breaking the wall for a short window. With the opportunity supplied, Piper flew through in a sprint and stabbed a Roman quickly and made everyone get thrown into a ruckus. She slashed up, quickly parried, and then hit one with her fist.
A spurt of blood shot in her face as she stabbed into a helmet and destroyed her enemy's mouth. A Roman nearly cut off hands while she stabbed forth and she let go of her weapon to be safe from the broad blade. She was weaponless, but not defenseless. She kicked the hand that held the opposing blade and broke the wrist as the beholder of the broken limb reeled back in pain.
Piper jumped on the Roman holding his broken wrist defensively and bit his ear. She put him in a headlock and tore the appendage off from his face. She tasted metallically flavored blood as it watered her mouth like her own spit and ran down her cheeks like a lion eating a zebra.
Holding a ear in her mouth, she was thrown from his back next to the dead Roman with her knife in the Roman's mouth. Piper grabbed the hilt and tore it out from the body's mouth and twirled it so the knife's blade pointed to her elbow. She slashed a cut into the one eared Roman and kicked him in the hip. She lunged forward and stabbed him in the neck before pulling out and cutting at the other Romans.
She rolled and came up in a slash before changing the blade's tip position upwards and into another's belly where it slid in absolutely clean before the gore tore from the unsheathing of the metal from flesh. Piper turned to stab another she sensed behind her as a Roman hit her in the nose with his shield. She fell on her back. He stood over her and put his foot on her hip as he stabbed downwards with his spear and pierced her stomach. It went into her intestines and she vomited up blood.
The Roman pulled the shaft out and Piper felt the fire burning her flesh grow even more white hot. The pain made her flesh feel as if it was all scrunched up and compressed together before being torn apart. As if the flu in her stomach had multiplied by sixty. She screamed as she realized despite how much pain she was in, it hurt more because the spear was barbed. Her guts were literally being lifted out of her on a stick of metal.
Piper screamed as she began to choke on her own blood. She suddenly couldn't breathe as the Roman caught a javelin to the nose and erupted it. Piper felt no relief as black spot and intense stomach pain pursued. Bleeding out, Piper slowly began to pass out as her fellow Eagles made a defensive ring around her and began to carry her out of the battlefield. They were slaying all who opposed the straight path to victory.
Piper was slowly passing out as her own daughters and sons on the battlefield carried her organs and body off of the bloody field as her brothers and sisters fought on.
Solace…
And this not his first time in a rodeo. He had been to one and shot the bull in the face. He now used that same bow to down Romans as they took down Greeks. For every person they killed, he felt a louder thud in his heart. He recognized everyone and felt their loss in his life. He drew back on the string and felt the sweat pour from his head like he had been doing an ALS ice bucket challenge. He let each arrow fly with more hatred than the next. More desire for blood in the next. More revenge and anger to make them feel as he did when he saw his beloved murdered.
Solace shot two arrows and gouged both eyes of a Roman out at the same time. Solace cut his arrows deep and clean threw even though he savored the barbs being torn from his enemy's by his own hand and shoved back in them to let them scream in agony all over again.
Another arrow took another Roman down like the sun in the evening. Slow at first, but then the beauty of yellow fades leaving a bright red mark across the sunset. He especially smiled when he saw a girl about twelve running at him with a spear in hand and a shield only to have an arrow lodge in her neck. Like a bitch she begged before being shot in the brain and killed.
Solace was now bloodlust crazy. He drew another arrow, took aim, and pierced a Roman high on a horse. He took aim another and shot. One, two, three, four, five, six. These weren't people anymore. They were merely sport deserving to be hit once again. He threw a Roman off his back who stabbed him in the shoulder blade which made it so much harder to aim or shoot. He cursed as he pulled out his sword and began to slash down Romans like pigs in a butcher's shop.
Solace was then caught by his throat as he ran at another small Reoman. He stabbed the forearm of the Roman and saw it was Frank. He had the aura of Mars, but not for long. But it would be the last thing the son of Apollo would see as Frank squeezed his hand tight and broke Solace's neck.
Frank…
He had known she was dead. It just didn't sink in. Now it did when he held the body of the man who shot the first arrow of the war. Granted if what Reyna said was true, he had a right to fire, but it didn't matter. They were even and now Frank would take revenge on the count of Hazel.
Frank dropped Solace and continued forward with invincible strength. He took an arrow to the shoulder and broke the arrow. He pulled it out and threw his sword into the archer's chest. Frank walked forward and punched another in the ribs and broke that set of bones. He put his giant palms over a person's face and compressed the skull into one place. Blood spewed from the Greek's eyes and it's jaw tore open like a party skeleton.
Frank took another arrow inside the same wound and once again he snapped the arrow. He kept moving forward and he punched another in the chest and stopped that person's heart from the pressure. Frank bear hugged another and broke the back of another. He kept in his path, reached the archer with a sword in his chest, and pulled it out to slit another's throat. Frank stomped forward and saw his lover's murderer.
Jason Grace.
Frank was marching to him and Jason met eyes with him. They knew what was going down. Before he could get too much further, Thalia Grace, the sister, swung at him her knife. She missed as he dodged by pressing his chest back and he picked her up by the neck and threw her on the ground. He tried to stomp her bloody nosed face in when Jason tackled him.
They both dropped their weapons and rolled around before they got off each other. Each next to their own blade. They scrambled to get up with weapon in hand. Less than a two feet away they both came to their feet and jutted their blade forward. One person was pierced in the stomach and the other was left with the sense of safety.
To Be Continued…
