Heracles knew anger. It was something veryfamiliar to him and everyone around him. Godhood did nothing but increase it if anything.
Anger towards Hera for ruining his life multiple times.
Anger towards the tyrant king who set him out for the twelve labors.
Those were only a few examples.
Yet, what he was experiencing right now felt like a brand-new type of anger. One that was born out of pure annoyance. Not only that but it was all directed towards the women standing in front of him who was expressionless as she shot out infinite weapons from that infuriating portal of hers.
"You coward fight me yourself!" He roared as he batted away more weapons. It was really getting annoying at this point.
"Why should I dirty my hands to attack a Mongrel like yourself?" She questioned getting a growl from him.
He then had to dodge several specially enchanted lances which sought after the target, only managing to get out unscathed because of his pelt.
'I need to do something and fast! I can't die in such a humiliating way! I could go into divine form but that takes a second that she will not give me. It's really starting to bite me in the ass not training.' He thought.
"It seems my usual attacks are ineffective against you. No matter, for my next attack will be the end of you." she stated arrogantly.
"Big talk for someone who's barely been able to injure me so far! Have you ever heard of my legend? I was able to wrestle him down the Hydra, defeat the amazon queen Hippolyta, defeat multiple titans and defeat the Nemean Lion with my bare hands gaining this mighty pelt that makes all your attacks futile!" he declared loudly.
Despite his boasts, he was getting more and more wary of her by the second. She was learning and quick. Before her attacks were sloppier and more uncoordinated letting him dodge with relative ease but by the minute she was learning and bringing out more appropriate weapons like that red spear which almost got him if not for his pelt. However, it was better to pretend to look strong then show weakness. It was what got him by whenever he was feeling scared of a situation.
"Hmph." She held out her hand and a familiar portal floated atop it. However, instead of a spear or an axe appearing a single chain that was golden and with a sharp point appeared. It was without a doubt, a legendary weapon that would make even Athena marvel at the design.
"Face the power of the Chains of Heaven!" The chain shot out impossibly fast and was within two meters in but a second. Learning from previous experiences he leaped out of the way, expecting the chain to sink into the ground however, what he didn't expect was it to curve unnaturally and extend even farther.
Eyes widened, he crashed down on the ground and immediately went into a roll as a chain appeared where his head used to be. He dodged multiple of them and drew his bow, shooting at the sharp end of it before it came too close to him. His instincts screamed at him to move and so he did and just in time to dodge another chain.
'How far does this thing extend?! Does it have a limit at all or is there something I'm not getting?!' It was a question that seemed more like the former then the latter the farther he got.
Luckily, they were in a plain field with only grass to occupy them so it was easier to maneuver around it. He drew an arrow and shot it right at Angelica only for a shield to appear from the gates and repel it while also breaking.
"You have shields too?! What don't you have?" Heracles asked.
"Everything is rightfully mine. A king is destined to have all that they can ask for and so I have everything I could possibly desire. My Gates of Babylon is infinite with weapons spanning from swords to vehicles." She enjoyed seeing his pale face at the statement.
A smile crept up her lips. "Do you understand now just how useless your efforts are? Though I do have to admit that you put up as much of a fight as Shirou Emiya."
"We'll see." Was all he said as their charade continued. Heracles made the bold plan of rushing towards her, taking advantage of his pelt by covering himself leaving only his eyes to be seen.
"That skin can only help you out so much!" She said as the chains started rapidly heading towards him.
'Twenty Meters, Fifteen Meters, Five meters… now!' Twisting with all his strength he managed to not only dodge all the attacks but get close enough that she actually started looking afraid, getting a smirk from him.
"YOU'RE FINISHED!" He didn't have to worry about her chains as they were well past him already and they both knew his pelt would negate anything he himself couldn't. Swinging his bat it impacted her face, instantly killing her.
Or at least that's what would have happened had a silver portal not appeared and stopped him. He couldn't stop his momentum in time unfortunately, and ended up falling through, ending up back where he started.
"You fell for my trap just like that Faker if not more so. I knew from the beginning that you would figure out some way to counteract Enkidu and so I thought four steps ahead of you."
Heracles refused to believe that as he tried to rush towards her again only for a chain to suddenly grab him. He looked towards the source and saw a gate come from the… ground? Meaning she must have saved the ability until the time was just right.
Thinking he could bust out of it, he flexed his muscles expecting the chains to groan before breaking or just outright break but he was surprised to see that the entirety of his left arm was immobile and he could move a muscle with it.
Shocked, he tried again. And again, refusing to believe he couldn't break out of it.
"How is this possible? Chains that I, the great Heracles, the greatest hero can't break out of!"
"Die." she said, and hundreds of weapons surrounded him from all sides, this time leaving no openings. Thinking he could easily block it with his pelt she spoke.
"You're probably thinking you can just use your pelt to dodge the attack aren't you." she said, getting a shocked look from him. "Don't you remember Heracles that when I said I have all the weapons in the world, I mean all of them."
"In legends it was said that the Nemean Lion was the toughest monster to kill and that few weapons in the world could kill it. That is of course, still true, however, look at every weapon closely." she said.
Heracles glanced at the weapons that hovered above him and noticed instantly what she was talking about.
Angelica smirked. "I see you notice finally. Every weapon you see here is not made of metal, but the bones of the lion that people in ancient Greece crafted as weapons, spears, spartha's, clubs, I'm sure you see. The one weakness that the lion has was itself! The bones and claws could harm itself."
Heracles' face rapidly paled. There was nothing left he could do. His pelt was his only saving grace and not even his divine form would save him now.
With a gesture, the weapons crashed down onto him, piercing his body at all sides and kicking up a large cloud of dust.
Angelica stood victoriously. "I have done it lord Julian. Our biggest threat is now eliminated!" she proclaimed as she turned around and prepared to leave and inform her master.
That turned out to be her biggest mistake yet as a large bat suddenly met her face, sending a wave of pain she was unfamiliar along with being rocketed backwards before she could even properly process it.
She could feel multiple bones broken in her body and her face marred with blood. Her vision started to go black as she finally processed that she was hit. Hard.
"H-How are... you still alive?!" She weakly questioned. Her once calm and neat posture ruined, and her neat twin-tails was now straight hair that cascaded down her back.
"I severed everything below my wrist and dug a tunnel underground and managed to dodge a majority of the projectiles. Though, I will admit that a few did get me." He showed her that a few of the bone weapons struck his spine and a few were implanted into his stomach. If he was not Heracles it was doubtful that he would still be alive with those injuries.
"Checkmate, women. It seems like you aren't very experienced with pain as you are at dishing it out. How ironic. Anyways, I still stand by my offer of making you my women. You are strong, beautiful and can possibly even defeat my father himself with your arsenal. So, do you agree?"
Angelica who was currently on the brink of unconsciousness, still answered with denial. "I serve only master Julian and nobody else. You would have to kill me for me to ever give up hunting a barbarian like yourself." She said with as much heat that she could muster.
Heracles' smile instantly dropped to a frown. Then it shifted into a neutral expression. "I see. It seems trying to convince you will not work. Which means that the only other option is to kill you. Though, before I do, let me ask you a question. Who's this Julian character you keep spouting on about? Is he your 'king' or perhaps something more?"
"It does not concern you, barbarian! Even if you do kill me, I still have accomplices who are just as strong!" Angelica yelled.
"Yikes such temper. Reminds me of myself. Oh well, it was worth a shot." Heracles said uncaringly. He then held the bat to her head, ready to crush it.
But before he could he found himself completely shackled in chains, shocking him.
"H-How?! You're supposed to be on the brink of unconsciousness! I'm sure that I cracked your skull!" He said struggling to move but to no avail. Head, neck, hands, chest, everything was accounted for, proving she was not taking any chances.
She stood up, wiping her cheek of blood as the injuries started fading rapidly, shocking him. Even the blood on her was somehow gone.
She held a green stone in hand. "This is Hanfu, it means 'healing' in Mandarin. It is a mystical stone that was blessed by the gods to give one what they most desire. In my case, I wanted to be back in full condition and so I am. Of course, it's only a one-use item and I can't use it to kill you, but it did its job."
With that, the bone weapons appeared again and readied themselves to strike the already wounded Heracles.
Angelica wasn't arrogant enough this time, to turn her back on her opponent and personally oversaw his death.
"DAMN YOU! I, HERACLES THE GREATEST HERO IN GREECE, CURSE YOU TO BE PHYSICALLY WEAK WHEN YOU NEED IT THE MOST! AND WHEN YOU NEED STRENGTH IT WILL NOT COME TO YOU! I WILL BE BACK!" Heracles bellowed to the world as a countless barrage of weapons attacked his vital points, killing him almost instantly.
As soon as she confirmed he was dead, she fell to her knees as the Archer card forcefully ejected itself from overuse. She knew she had overused it past its initial time limit and was now paying the price. The Gilgamesh card was a powerful card as it was hard to use and sometimes, she even heard the ancient king's voice resonate through her and affect her actions.
Luckily, she was built to handle such a strain although it would be a good week before she could use it again without suffering heavy consequences.
Unfortunately, this meant that she had to find a phone to message her master or… take a bus to their base. Either way it wasn't going to be pretty.
XxX
Up on Olympus, Zeus stood on his throne as he did every day, commanding all the gods and goddesses to do so and so, fill out paperwork and listen to cocky gods demand things that just frankly weren't fair. The only other interesting thing was that somebody was using their divine form but it disappeared as quickly as it came which meant they probably were just using it for transport.
His normal day changed quickly when he suddenly felt the presence of a god die. This in itself put him on high alert as it was rare for a god to die, especially under these mostly peaceful circumstances. He briefly thought it was Kronos or his Titans but quickly discarded the idea as they were officially dead.
He used his authority as a sky deity to spy through the sky and pinpoint where exactly the death had come from. He found results and was met with a dissolving corpse of a man.
He zoomed in larger and saw it to be… his son, who was almost completely dissolved gasp one last breath
Zeus' eyes sparkled with electricity as he saw the dissolving corpse of his favorite son.
Hera who was by his side gently put a hand on his shoulder. "What happened, honey? Did some god break the rules or something?"
"Heracles just died. He was killed by someone." Or something.
"Didn't that wizard Shirou already kill him?" She said uncaringly.
"NO!" he bellowed as he stood up from his throne. "He was alive, but he was hiding. It couldn't have been the human as I can sense him and Jackson in Oregon meaning that it was an outside party."
"What are you going to do about it then?" Hera asked.
"I'm going to where my son died. Personally." He said with no small amount of heat.
"Are you sure that's a wise decision? Whoever the attacker is could possibly ambush you and while I do not like the meathead, I do respect his strength and acknowledge that he's one of the stronger of us." She admitted.
"Exactly the point my darling. If the attacker did confront my son, they are most certainly weak and we both know he's not a weakling. All I will have to do is finish them personally." Zeus said with a sinister smile.
Contrary to popular belief, Zeus was not a dumb man. He was rash yes, but he was most certainly not dumb or else he wouldn't have been leader for this long. Hera could see plans forming in his sky-blue eyes which went through thousands of situations. She wouldn't have been surprised if he already planned out the attacker's death.
"I see there is no changing your mind then." She got up from her throne and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I shall inform the council; you go ahead and find the attacker before they get away."
He said nothing else as he turned into lightning and bolted out of the throne room and onto the mortal realm.
Zeus was coming. And he was coming to seek justice for his son, and nothing would stop him.
XxX
They had just finished packing up the remains of their camp for the night and Shirou still couldn't get that mysterious man off his mind. Whether it was a delusion or not, it was bothering him and it would most likely continue to plague him till he figured it out.
"Hey, Shirou you okay?" Annabeth asked with concern.
Shirou nodded. "Yes, I am, sorry I was just thinking of something I saw before I went to bed last night."
"What did you see?"
"I saw some ethereal man kind of like that shapeshifting creature we fought in the sky, staring at us while we slept." He explained.
"That's certainly weird." Annabeth said, putting a hand on her chin in thought.
Before they could continue their thoughts, Percy came back from his job at getting food, carrying berries.
"I'm back! It took a little bit as I had to check to see if they were poisoned or not and harvest them without accidentally crushing it. Unfortunately, I saw no game to kill." He said.
"It's fine, it should last us a while. Are any of you hungry?" Annabeth asked.
"Not really." Shirou never had much of an appetite despite his love for cooking and instead preferred watching others eat then himself.
"Starving." Percy said dramatically.
"Okay so we'll split them evenly. There are thirty in total which means that we each get ten each until we find more." She said, handing them their share.
They then trekked through the mountains at their own leisurely pace, only stopping to drink water (Which Percy of course purified.) and soon they found something they never expected to see out here; shelter.
Well, it was more like a cabin than anything else with it being made of logs that looked like they needed changing based on the moss that was growing from it.
"Should we go inside?" Percy asked.
"It's our best bet, we are still a good distance away from the wreckage of the car so any directions at all will be helpful." Shirou replied, taking the lead and the two trailed behind him.
The door was already half-open so Shirou snuck a peek inside to see if he could find anyone living there but found nothing except a rocking chair that was in the far back and to compliment that a square-tv that was also old fashioned.
"Reminds me of Aunt Em's Emporium." Shirou said.
"That place was freaky when I was there years ago, and it still scares me to this day." Percy said.
"Hush you two, we don't want to startle anyone that may see us. I say proceed with caution until we're positive nobody lives here. That means no magic swords for you Shirou and no Riptide for you, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth ordered getting a nod from them.
Shirou opened up the door fully as quietly as he could, cringing at the eerie creaking noise that accompanied it and walked through the kitchen that was the closest to the door. Percy and Annabeth decided to check the rooms while he did the kitchen. Unfortunately, he found nothing out of the ordinary and also no signs of anybody living here. Though, the dishes were washed and neatly put on a rack.
Just as he was about to leave, he noticed something out of the corner of his eyes. It was a plate. To be more specific it had a small amount of dish soap on it meaning it was recently washed probably no more than 3 or so hours ago.
'Okay so someone has been here recently but if they aren't in here then where they can be?' The whole situation was unnerving the young magus the more he thought into it.
CLANG
Hearing the loud noise, he rushed towards the room his allies were currently searching to see them facing off against a large metal knight that was currently trying to slice them in half.
Percy barely managed to grab Annabeth before the sword descended, crushing the bed next to them.
"Shirou, this thing suddenly sprung up from an armor stand like a ghost and tried to kill us!" Percy said, uncapping his sword.
Shirou drew his bow and aimed it dead center at the knight's armored helmet. Before he could shoot however, a pair of arms suddenly grabbed onto him and roughly slammed him through the glass window. Blood dripped from all places as the shards of glass impacted his skin before he could apply reinforcement.
"Shirou!" he heard Annabeth call out in panic before having to duck under the knight's large broadsword.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine just focus on defeating that knight!" He said.
He focused back on his fight as the large man jumped out of the same exit he did except rougher. He now got a good look at his attacker. He was tall, probably over six feet, large bulging muscles not unlike Heracles and he was shirtless with the only thing covering his dignity a single piece of cloth.
He drew his bow and released a high-powered arrow at his attacker who simply rolled over the attack and started a mad sprint towards him, already within ten meters. Seeing this, Shirou slung his bow over his back again and traced his familiar Kanshou and Bakuya. Despite that, the man barely looked fazed as he swung his large fist at his face only for it to meet his twin swords crossed in an x.
The man applied more force to his fists as it lit up in an emerald green light and shattered his two swords. Fortunately, the swords did their jobs as his momentum was severely decreased, letting Shirou duck under the fist, and summon another Kanshou to slice at his thrusted arm. The man paid the cuts on his arm no mind as he kept ruthlessly trying to hit Shirou who had gotten the hang of his fighting style which just consisted of punching until you hit something.
Next time the man lashed out, Shirou reinforced his arms and caught the arm, shocking the man before ruthlessly stabbing him in the chest with his blade. He didn't stop there and sunk deeper and deeper into him, making the man cough up globs of blood before falling to the ground, deceased.
'That was easier than I expected it to be. Maybe I'm so used to fighting enemies that I have learned.'
Before he could think more into the thought, he saw the deceased man's body glow before something appeared from his brain, like a soul ascending to heaven.
"I see you managed to defeat this man pretty easily. That's of no surprise though, as he was just an innocent bystander whose real identity is the owner of the house. And you just killed him!" the ghost started cackling loudly making Shirou tighten his fists.
"You bastard!" Shirou cursed angrily. "You used an innocent life to do your own dirty work and tried to make it look like I did it! It's all you!"
Shirou's mana crackled to life as he summoned his two blades getting a grin from the ghost.
"I heard of your fancy ability from the mistress but seeing it up close is all the more interesting. I wonder how exactly it works." the ghost mused.
"You'll get an up-close demonstration when it's through your throat." Shirou growled.
"So feisty so feisty. I guess I'll give you a go and see what exactly you're capable of that has everyone so riled up." The ghost then completely left the dead man's body and reformed like a cloud until it became human-like.
Shirou's eyes widened when he realized what he truly looked like. He looked to be of Chinese origin with a large hat on that shadowed his face, a tunic that had the symbol of two swords crossed over each other and basic black pants.
He took a stance that Shirou didn't recognize with his right arm covering his face and his left in front of him. If anything, it looked more like a pose then something used in battle.
"Well are you coming youngling? Haven't you heard the saying 'the younger one must come to the oldest if they must seek battle?' In traditions, the older and more powerful foe never challenges the weaker one. They wait until the younger one comes to them." He said.
Shirou ignored him, too filled with raw anger of the innocent's death so he charged at him, swords ready to cleave him into two. Striking with Kanshou first, he stabbed at the man's chest, only for the sword to meet the ghost's finger as he easily held onto the Noble Phantasm with zero effort, shocking Shirou.
"Not a bad sword, definitely originated from China and sharper than I anticipated it to be. However, you're going to need something better than this to beat the martial arts master." he struck his palm into Shirou's stomach, making him widen his eyes in pain before flying backwards where his head impacted a tree.
Luckily, this time he was able to reinforce his head in time so that the impact didn't crush his skull open. Nonetheless, he felt the pain of the attack to his stomach despite it not packing a lot of power behind it.
'Who is this guy?' Shirou thought to himself as he stood up as smoothly as possible. 'He claimed to be a martial artist, but this is unreal! I've never seen such a style that's so gentle yet effective.'
"Good, you're back up again. I was worried you were already out for the count, but this just makes it better."
Shirou sprinted towards him, using reinforcement on his legs to close the distance faster, and swung his swords in an x pattern only for the ghost to lean back and avoid the attack then counter by sweeping Shirou's legs from under him, leaving him unable to react to a barrage of palm strikes that all met their mark at the magus' chest.
"EYAH!" Shirou spat out blood as he could feel his ribs cracking and possibly breaking from the attacks. Shirou could see purple bruises starting to form on multiple spots and blood covered his right eye. This was easily the most damage he's ever taken since the Angelica fight and he didn't like it. He briefly glanced at how the couple were doing from inside and saw them also having trouble with their opponent.
Whenever they both tried attacking it, the knight would swing his large broadsword, forcing them to back up and so they couldn't get very close to it. Still, they were making progress as the knight's left arm was severed and cuts could be seen on its once shiny metal.
Percy of course, was fine because of his curse and his high physique while Annabeth was mostly fine, only suffering minor cuts that she couldn't avoid in time.
Better than he was doing. By far. Though granted, he was fighting a much harder opponent then they were and bled easier.
"You should pay attention!" His opponent warned him, striking with his palm except this time Shirou blocked it with his reinforced forearm. Still, he could feel the impact rattle his bones and knock his guard down for a kick.
Shirou looked at his hands. His right hand was almost completely mangled meaning he couldn't draw back his bow anymore and any weapons he had that were two handed he could no longer carry properly.
'Damn it!' Shirou grit his teeth as he thought of a solution. 'I have one hand so I can only use one weapon at a time and whatever he did to my body, disrupted my circuits so I can no longer trace any of my high-tier weapons.'
The only weapons he could trace with no difficulties was his twin blades because they were deeply embedded into his Reality Marble that it took no effort.
He had to win this though. For his friends that were fighting and for the lives that could be saved in the underworld. His one inspiration to keep going however, was Miyu and he could almost hear her cheering in his mind for him to keep fighting.
And so he did. With a newfound passion he traced Kanshou and squeezed the handle trying to figure out some sort of solution to winning this.
"For a mere human you sure can take a hit or two." The ghost complimented. "Though, the real question is how much more can you take before you drop? One? Five? Ten? Don't get me wrong now, you're certainly strong and I see that you are clearly a threat to my mistress should I let you live but unfortunately, that is not the case for yo~u."
"Now come to me and die with honor and justice."
Shirou threw Kanshou at the man who easily sidestepped the attack. Shirou was persistent though and kept throwing Kanshou and Bakuya multiple times getting a sigh from him.
"Are you really this desperate that you're wasting your blades? I mean I'm sure you have a good amount of them youngling, but do you really want to waste your effort doing that. You're already bleeding out." He said neutrally.
Shirou charged at him again and the ghost readied himself to palm strike him in the heart. Once Shirou was within distance the man struck out with a palm, but the magus predicted this and used his already wounded arm to absorb the blow, making the injuries worse but still saving his life. The man for once was shocked and was left open for a slash against his cheek, splitting it open.
The man growled and tried to strike again only for it to meet the reinforced Kanshou head-on, stopping the attack completely. The ghost would not give up however, and headbutted the magus, almost knocking him unconscious but Shirou mustered all of his willpower to pull through and grabbed the man's arms immobilizing him.
"What are you going to do now huh!?" The man growled at the stalemate. "We're both stuck now."
"Incorrect. Look behind you." The Chinese man looked behind him to see the swords he had sidestepped come spinning back towards him and at a high velocity.
He stood shocked as the blades pierced through his head, chest, throat and shoulders. Green liquid spilled from those spots as he collasped to the ground, gasping for breath.
"F-Fair play, youngling… I see that I am now the younger one. M-My name is Wu Chang, the son of Ares." He said.
Those were the last words he said before succumbing to his wounds.
Shirou stood over his dissolving corpse feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, he was glad that he was defeated and that was one less dangerous enemy to face but he felt like he cheated for some reason. There was no way he was going to win that had he not used his blades ability and his circuits were scrambled.
'I guess I should just be thankful I'm alive.' Was the last thing he thought before dropping face first into the ground, unconscious?
XxX
Percy was starting to get tired of fighting this armored dude. He had destroyed the ceiling of the shack a long time ago and it had now devolved into cat and mouse. With the knight being the cat and him and Annabeth being the mouse.
'I love Tom and Jerry man, that's the first thing I will watch when I get home.' He parried a strike and rolled out of the way.
Shirou was attacked a while ago, and was facing the other enemy at the moment, leaving the tin can to the two of them.
"Hey Wise Girl, you have a plan or something cooking up in that beautiful brain of yours?" he asked his girlfriend.
Annabeth thought for a moment. "The only thing I can think of is to take off the head and it should be disabled. Chances are that it's a normal suit of armor that just happened to be here but was possessed by a ghost."
"How did you figure that out?" Percy questioned, amazed.
"There's a price tag on it." she deadpanned.
He looked more closely and could see a price tag attached to its hip which he hadn't noticed beforehand.
Suddenly he was pushed out of the way by Annabeth who looked annoyed. "Pay attention, we can't afford to get distracted. Even though you have the curse, you can still take blunt force damage and you're not invincible."
He knew that well enough from his fights with Kronos. Especially after losing the curse, he felt so… fragile and any damage he took even the slightest paper cut, hurt so much that it was scary.
"Okay so here's the plan Annabeth, you distract it so it's attention is off me while I charge in and cut off its head like you said." Percy said.
"Percy, that's… actually a pretty solid plan." she admitted. "Let's try it out."
Annabeth dashed to his right, getting the knight's attention as it shifted its glowing red eyes on her. "Come and get me!"
The knight swung horizontally at her forcing her to leap over the attack as she charged at it. Luckily, it was quite slow which was its cost for its immense power letting her slash at its legs getting it to almost trip.
"HYAAAAA" Percy yelled as he found his opening and aimed to stab out its brains. However, what they didn't expect was for it's head to suddenly eject from it's shoulder and slam straight into the son of poseidon, sending him rocketing back before roughly hitting the kitchen counter.
"Percy!" She cried out in worry. The knight made her pay the price for her distraction and backhanded her through the roof.
"Crap!" Percy cursed as he got up as fast as he could and rushed towards her, only for the knight to grab him by the head and slam him into the ground, cracking the ground beneath him. Percy just managed to ready Riptide before he felt the impact of the knight's sword push him further and further in the ground.
'Damn it, he's too strong to push off right now which means I need some water nearby or something if I want to get him off me.' Seeing no other choice, he took a page out of Annabeth's book and kicked him roughly between his legs.
Despite not having any manly parts or not even having a gender it still howled like it did and its grip loosened enough for Percy to muster up the strength to push off it, and tackle it to the ground, now gaining the advantage. He then hit it with a barrage of slices, breaking off each part of its body.
It tried detaching itself once again, but Percy was ready this time and used his Earthshaker powers to dig it underground, effectively sealing it. Percy waited only a moment before dashing outside the house to find Shirou unconscious with blood leaking from all sides of his body. His bow was right next to him, like a dog waiting for its master to wake up.
"The hell happened here? I never would have thought he would be in such a bad condition. He Must have had a hard fight like us." Percy said to himself.
He had to find where Annabeth landed, and grab her before she got injured anymore. Luckily, they packed ambrosia which meant that she would be fine, if she got it in time. Shirou on the other hand, he wasn't sure of. Since he wasn't a demigod, he couldn't eat any of the ambrosia without instantly dying.
It only took only a few seconds to find her, back against a tree that was also broken and unconscious. She was bleeding a little, but he was actually surprised she didn't take a lot of damage from that impact.
He randomly looked up and saw why. There was a web of strings that were strewn out, looking like it was the work of Spiderman himself.
'She lightened her impact by using strings to soften her fall. I have no idea how she did it in time, but she did. She is Wise Girl I guess.' he picked her up princess style and walked back to where Shirou was and settled her down next to him.
Reaching into his pack, he set out a cube of ambrosia and gently fed it to her, being careful to not make her choke on it.
"Feels like I'm feeding a baby." Percy commented randomly.
"GRRRR!"
Percy whirled around to see a pack of hellhounds growling at him as they stepped closer and closer to him. They must have been attracted to their scent and since he used a powerful domain like Earthshaker they located him easily. That was mostly why he never liked using it. Still, he sighed as he whipped out Riptide, ready to cut them down.
STOMP STOMP STOMP
Loud footsteps could also be heard through the area and the hellhounds quickly scrambled out of the way as the legendary Minotaur appeared, holding his usual Celestial Bronze axe. He also seemed angry if his rapidly expanding pupils was any indication.
Despite that fact, Percy couldn't help but quip. "Hey Mino, how's it hanging? It's been like what, three years since we last fought each other. Good times."
The minotaur's only response was a growl and a huff through its large nose.
Percy sighed. 'This is going to be a pain to deal with.'
XxX
AN: So yeah, that's that. Finished this and I have to say that this is my proudest chapter yet. It took me only two days but I still like it for once.
Also, THANKS FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS! I never would have thought this story would have ever gotten this far and despite all of the hate, love and rough times, we made it boys and I'm proud of that.
Enough of that stuff, a lot happened this chapter with the Angelica vs Heracles fight wrapping up, Shirou and his friends getting in some trouble with some enemies and Zeus getting pissed off at his son's death. (Although he will reform of course.)
Now onto the reviews.
BlueBlazeBlank- Don't really know what you mean by Shirou being an ordinary cliche protagonist but thanks for the review, I guess.
Nightriderprime- That's pretty much exactly it.
Frank-K-L- Thanks.
rantingbanshee- Thanks.
1740- Who knows.
FatherKirei- Thanks and yeah, It's always weird being special when you're not special any other day. I prefer having a small party which was what I got for the most part though I was quite awkward tbh.
SirKol- Lugh's pantheon is weaker then Artemis and he can only get so much power. Artemis on the other hand, is a powerful and renowned goddess. Though I can assure you that it won't be easy for either of them. Expect it to be like these fights; nobody is getting out completely unscathed.
Misaka Phenex- It would be nice…
Dimild- Thank you for your praises.
Lots of reviews, I love it. Thanks to all of you who said happy birthday and yes I did get cake. Red Velvet to be specific. (Where all them red velvet fans at its underrated!)
That's pretty much all I have to say. If you have any questions about something, I'll be more then happy to message you about it or wait until the next chapter. Now if you'll excuse me I have to work on Professor Chiron which I actually skipped in order to write this chapter. You guys will see why when it comes out which should be… this week or next week, depending on how much pain school gives me.
Anyways, I'll see all you lovely ladies and gentlemen later.
~wrath.