AN: Here we are again~
Right, time to answer questions and such in the reviews!
One person mentioned that this was similar to the story "Sun's Heir, Death's Guardian". I'll concede, this story is very much inspired by that story, to the point that it is (at least in early chapters) very similar. However I assure you, this is not a copy of that story. I will be deviating pretty heavily from how BonesBoy15 approached his story and I have many plans on where I plan on taking this fic. That being said, I do wholeheartedly recommend his stories to read, I thoroughly enjoyed them (and I'm still waiting on his third one to update damn it!).
Another person asked about the Olympians being able to realize that Cyrus was not one of their demigods. You are partially correct. They can tell that Cyrus is not one of their children, but they don't quite realize what he is. For all they know, he could just be the son of a minor god or goddess. Currently, only Apollo has realized that Cyrus is not from their world, and only has suspicions and theories as to what exactly our Stand-using protagonist is. Not to mention, Cyrus has been either thought to be dead or missing, with not even the Gods being able to find him, so they are still pretty in the dark regarding Cyrus's being.
Right, enough of me babbling and explaining things.
Let's begin!
Disclaimer: I, Beowulf, do not own PJO or JJBA. I only own this plot, my OC, and the disappointing truth that I do not possess D4C. If I did, I'd be jumping around universes like a bunny on crack.
~Chapter 4~
Cyrus hopped down from the stage, rubbing his hands with glee at the prospect of food. Chiron beckoned to him, "I'm sure you know where the dining pavilion is? For now you'll be sitting with the campers from Cabin Eleven."
The young man nodded and began walking over to the di Angelo siblings. A tall boy with a bulky chest and brown hair stepped forward from his place next to the other Ares campers. The boy smirked a little as he looked Cyrus up and down, "huh, Chiron said you were powerful...but I'm not seeing it. Not too strong if you're an unclaimed huh?"
Cyrus just rolled his eyes, "I'd say to look in a mirror, but I'm sure it would crack." He replied as he tried to brush past the boy. He was more focused on getting some food in him.
The boy's nostrils flared and his angry brown eyes narrowed, "You wanna go?"
"Yeah, to get some f-ing food, now move," he replied drily, pushing past the other teen. Looking over at the children of Hades, he smirked as he walked over to them, inwardly chuckling at the small glare from Bianca at his 'censor'.
Cyrus stood in front of them, "You guys hungry?"
"Yeah!" Nico replied eagerly, eliciting a smile and a chuckle from the gray clad demigod. Glancing at Bianca, his smile dimmed a little as he saw the slightly nervous expression on the elder di Angelo's face.
"Everything okay Bianca?" The raven-maned demigod searched her expression with a bit of concern. She nodded and gave a soft smile, "Okay good. Right, let's get some food."
With that, he led them off to the side and smirked, taking off his coat, "Sorry about this you two."
Nico looked up at his adoptive big brother with puzzled eyes, "Sorry about wha-" Quickly, Cyrus draped the coat over them like a blanket, disappearing them before putting the coat back on and disappearing himself. The assembled campers gaped in shock before erupting into chatter. Chiron just sighed and looked up at the sky, frowning deeply when he noticed that the Moon began to fall sooner than it was supposed to.
"Something bad is going to happen, I can feel it," the immortal centaur thought to himself grimly.
Cyrus, Nico, and Bianca emerged out of the ground at the pavilion near a patch of space next to Cabin Twelve's table. The ground suddenly burst into green flames as a black table with a gothic theme slowly rose out of the ground. The overcoated gunslinger shook his head in amusement, "Very subtle Hades..."
Nico moaned as he held his stomach, "Ugh...don' feel so good..."
The elder teen rubbed the younger boy's back, giving an sheepish smile, "Sorry Nico. Keep forgetting how disorienting it is for first-timers..."
"I will never get used to that," Bianca muttered as she held her stomach a little as well. Cyrus just gave an apologetic grin and gestured towards the table.
"Go ahead and take a seat. Just ask for what you want and they'll deliver," Cyrus said, before he began to walk over to Cabin Eleven's table. He gave a smile to his fellow campers as two teens scooted to make some room for him. Looking closer, he realized they were the twins.
Travis smirked over at him, "Looks like you've already made a huge stir in camp huh?"
Cyrus just chuckled to himself as he sat down, "Complaining?"
Connor grinned as he stabbed at a bit of macaroni on his plate, "Nah, we knew you were gonna be fun times at camp the second you managed to snatch our wallets. How did you pull that one off anyway? And how'd you do that whole 'emerge from the ground' thing?"
The green and fuchsia eyed teen just smirked and beckoned the twins to come a bit closer. As they did, he simply said one thing, "D4C."
"...what's that supposed to mean?"
Cyrus made to speak. "HEY TRENCHCOAT!" He sighed, a mildly annoyed expression crossing his face as he turned to face the same guy that had tried to pick a fight with him earlier. Behind him stood several muscled boys and girls, all just as tall as the one in front. They all shared the same masculine facial features, broad shoulders and bulky build. Green-fuchsia eyes looked up at bristling brown, and the teen sneered down at him, "You got some nerve dismissing me like that earlier."
"No, I just don't waste time with stupid," Cyrus replied coolly, frowning as he stood up from his seat, easily standing an inch or two above the young boy, "That being said, I'm guessing you want a fight huh?"
A bloodthirsty gleam bloomed in the boy's eyes as he smirked, "Yeah. You could say that I guess."
"Good, then it can wait 'til tomorrow," Cyrus dismissed, a casual air about him as he sat back down. The twins and the rest of the Hermes kids smirked at how nonchalant their new addition was acting to the fuming member of Cabin Five.
Before the camper could retort, the raven-haired teen continued, glancing at the challenging boy out of the corner of his eye, "or would you like to lose in private so your precious pride isn't hurt, Child of Ares?"
The teenager and his siblings scowled, "Fine, Tomorrow at 10 am at the sparring arena. We'll spread the word so the infirmary knows to stitch you back together once I'm through with you."
Cyrus just smirked back at him, "Oh good, an audience. I look forward to it!" He said brightly with a smug grin. The boy scowled again before stalking off, his brothers and sisters in tow. The raven-maned teen looked back to his current tablemates.
"You guys are gonna watch right?"
Connor grinned, "You kidding? We're gonna start the betting ring for the fight! My bet's on you."
His brother gave a matching grin, "Ditto."
With that, Cyrus enjoyed his night with the children of Hermes. Connor and Travis however, had to deal with the fact that Cyrus somehow managed to clear them out when they decided to play Poker.
As they sobbed on the ground at having lost so much money, everyone just stared before turning back to their food.
The next morning, Cyrus woke up to a sliver of sunlight that shown right in his eye. Groaning in annoyance, he slowly got up and out of his sleeping bag, which the Cabin had provided (and thankfully, NOT filled with some form of prank. Gods knew he might have gotten it from the Stolls after he bled them dry last night), and rolled his neck, hearing the bones crack. He quickly took a peek into a mirror to make sure the Hermes campers hadn't gotten artistic on his face.
He gave himself a grin as he didn't see any marker on his cheeks, pulling on his ever-present gray and purple coat. Remembering that he had a fight today with that annoying Ares kid, he tapped his chin in thought, "Hmmm should I..?"
"...Fuck it, might as well show off a bit," Cyrus said to himself with a wild grin. Slowly reaching into his coat and pulling out a small box, he chuckled. Who knew his power could be so versatile?
-Meanwhile-
Darius Brooks was absolutely sure that if his half-sister Clarisse was here, she'd stomp this new guy flat, but she wasn't, so he'd have to step up and show this guy his place.
He was ready for battle, wearing his bronzed armor with the Spartan helm atop his head. On his left arm, he wore a large three-foot wide circular shield with a Boar emblazoned in the center, the symbol of Ares, and in his right hand he held a sword with a two-foot long blade.
At that moment, Darius was stabbing and slashing impatiently at a straw dummy, his brethren from his cabin watching intently. The brown eyed son of War turned to look at the members of the Hermes cabin, which had arrived and immediately started a betting ring. Next to them, stood a bleary eyed Bianca, and an excited Nico, who had dragged his sister out to come and support his "big brother."
He sneered over at the Cabin Eleven campers, "Well? Where is he?"
"He'll be here," Connor replied with a grin as he took yet another bet, this one from a Cabin Ten member ("5 drachma on the hot one!")
The child of Ares just scowled, before looking up at the crowd that was beginning to fill the seats of the arena. He gave a small smirk, thinking of the audience that would watch him beat this newbie down.
As the bets began to subside, the rest of the Hermes cabin began to take their own seats in the audience along with the children of Hades.
"Hey! Where is he?" Darius cried out, his blood already running hot, "Did the girly-haired pretty boy wuss out or something?"
"Take that back!" Nico demanded, standing up from his seat only to be held in place by her sister, "Cyrus is gonna beat the crap out of you!"
Bianca hissed quietly, realizing the attention on them now, "Nico, shut up!"
Nico paid her no mind, shaking her off, "No way! Cyrus isn't a coward! He can't make fun of him behind his back, I won't let him!"
"How nice of you Nico. It's alright though, I'll deal with him myself," a voice spoke up from near the top seats of the arena. Looking up at the source, everyone stared in disbelief.
Cyrus...wasn't wearing much armor at all! He still wore his coat, his camp shirt and his standard outfit, but besides that, he just wore some golden bracers on his forearms and some some golden shin-guards. He didn't even wear a chest plate! His hair was as wild as ever, as he laid back in his seat with his feet resting on the chair in front of him. The Last Word lay in his right hand, as he lazily spun it around his finger before it vanished. His eyes glinted with a promise of chaos.
Everyone gathered burst into whispers of "is he insane?" "what is he doing wearing so little armor?!" "why isn't he using a weapon?!" and "wow he looks so cool..." Even Chiron and Mr. D stood dumbfounded by this level of audacity. Percy, seated near Annabeth, Grover, Thalia and Chiron, was wearing a similar expression of incredulity. Behind them sat the Hunters, all of them glaring at the boy. Zoe in particular was muttering something about "arrogant man" and "what is he thinking?"
"Uh...Hey Chiron, what is he doing?" the green eyed boy asked, earning the others' attention. The wheelchair-disguised centaur shook himself out of his stupor and slowly responded, his voice filled with surprise and a bit of worry as well.
"I-I don't know. I've never seen someone act so...relaxed like this. I don't understand why he doesn't have any armor or even a weapon." Grover looked back up at the dark-maned teen, staring for a moment before starting to slam his head into the seat in front of him.
Mr. D snorted, having gotten over his disbelief and narrowing his eyes, "Arrogant, isn't he?" He spat as he snapped his fingers, conjuring a video camera.
Annabeth was also looking up with wide eyes, quietly screaming in head about why her big brother was being so foolish!
Thalia glared up at the teen, a hint of worry gnawing at her heart. She was also definitely not looking at his get-up and thinking about how hot he was looking and acting. Nope, no she was not. "Just as much of a show-off as ever..." She grumbled to herself.
Looking over at the Wine God, Percy raised an eyebrow for a moment. "Uh, Mr. D...sir?" He asked, adding that last bit so the irate-looking deity wouldn't get ticked off with him, "Why do you have that video recorder?"
Dionysus grumbled softly, "Apollo was begging me to take a recording of the fight. Something about 'finally figuring out the brat's powers' or whatever. I'm only doing this for him because I owe him a favor...'" He muttered that last bit to himself as he made himself a coke. As the God of Parties, he had access to most recording machines. After all, the hilarious and/or embarrassing videos of parties online didn't come from nowhere.
The God then stood up from his seat and sighed, "Will all non-combatants leave the arena?" He rumbled out in a bored tone.
Cyrus walked down to the arena as Connor and Travis walked up to their seats, having collected all their bets. He gave them a nod and a smirk as he passed them. Darius simply glared at the raven-haired newcomer as he made his way down. As soon as everyone took their seats and the two were alone, Mr. D continued with, "Then let the fight begin!"
The child of Ares looked his opponent up and down, "What's this? No armor? No weapon?"
Cyrus gave a cocky grin at his enemy, "Don't need them, especially not for you, kid."
Darius banged the flat of his blade against his shield, roaring an intimidating war cry. Cyrus just grinned widely, before holding out his hands as if beckoning for him to attack. (1) "You want to fight, Boar Boy? Come on, attack me then!"
"Grr, DIE!" the Ares child snarled out as he ran towards the teen, stabbing forward at his enemy. The older boy, quick as lightning, knocked the blade aside with his one of his forearm bracers before punching his opponent in the stomach. Darius stumbled back as the air left his lungs, before his angry brown met mischievous green-fuchsia.
"Oh come on, is that the best you can do?" Cyrus taunted, cracking his neck and eliciting a snarl from the War God's son. Giving another roar, Darius threw his weight into a charge, attempting to bash his shield into the newcomer and send him sprawling. However, Cyrus simply dashed a bit to the right, out of his path.
Darius growled in annoyance, skidding to a stop well past his lightly armored opponent.
"Too scared to face me head on, you damn wuss?" The current counselor of Cabin Five spat venomously.
Cyrus snorted, "Nah, you're just too damn predictable."
The boy's nostrils flared, "Are you mocking me?"
"I don't need to, you're embarrassing yourself more than I ever could," Cyrus replied, his mocking grin wide and grating on the Ares boy's pride. Darius roared in anger as he led with another shield charge. This time instead of dodging, Cyrus gave a wild grin, his expression almost manic, before dashing forward and meeting the charge head on with his right forearm. The two collided with a clang, much to everyone's surprise, and Darius gritted his teeth as he struggled to knock his enemy over. What the hell was this guy's strength to tank a charge like that with no issue?
"You'll bleed, Khan!" Darius declared as he stepped back briefly before throwing his weight into his shield and knocking it to the side.
Cyrus scowled and raised an eyebrow in surprise as his arm was thrown to the side. He stumbled back a bit, leaving his chest open. Seizing the opportunity, Darius leapt on that moment of weakness like a tiger pouncing on unwary prey, slashing diagonally with his sword. Cyrus hissed as the tip of the blade drew a thin line across his chest, leaving a faint cut in the fabric of his shirt and in his skin. He leapt back, avoiding the backhand from Darius's shield and putting a hand to the wound.
His face an arrogant smirk, Darius gloated, "Looks like first blood is mine, newbie." He faced his opponent once more, his blade and shield at the ready.
"Hmm, so it seems. Perhaps I've underestimated you," the black-haired boy mused as he looked down at his wound. To Darius's (and everyone else's surprise), the wound began to glow a faint red and heal up a second later. (2) Cyrus returned the smirk, "Or...you just got lucky. Which is it I wonder?"
Darius's shock, matched by the other campers, vanished in an instant, replaced by a smirk of amusement, "Well then, this just got interesting...alright buddy, let's dance!" He shouted as he charged his dark-haired opponent.
Cyrus gave him a toothy grin, letting him approach. Darius was prepared this time for a dodge. However, the overcoated man did something much different this time.
Moving with a speed that belied his size, Cyrus slipped around him and behind him, grabbing him in a bear-hug and falling backwards. Darius felt a slam to the back of his head as his skull met the ground. Gasping as the breath was knocked out of him, he shot up, looking around for his opponent. To his shock, his enemy was nowhere to be seen.
"Wait what?" In the audience, Percy blinked in confusion, "Where did he go?"
"W-where'd you go?!" Darius shouted at the supposedly empty arena. What he didn't notice was Cyrus materializing behind him up from the ground, with the audience gasping in disbelief. (3) Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Darius whirled around before feeling something slam into his gut.
His eyes bulged as what felt like a sledgehammer hit him in the stomach. He skidded back from the force, hacking up gobs of spit before looking up to see his opponent standing tall, his hands to his side like he'd performed a magic trick and his eyes glowing with a dull red light, "Dojyaaan!~" Cyrus cried out, his posture the very picture of exuberance.
"How the hell did you do that?!" Darius demanded, gripping his sword tighter.
Meanwhile in the audience, Percy agreed, "Seriously, how does he keep doing that weird teleportation thing?"
The Hunters looked even more annoyed than before, while Thalia rubbed her temples as if she were getting a headache. Zoe scowled as she answered, "It is that boy's stupid ability."
Percy quirked an eyebrow, "His ability?"
"Are thy ears filled with corn?" Zoe snipped at the Son of Poseidon, earning a quick glare from the boy.
"It's this strange ability he has," Thalia cut in before Zoe could continue, "I don't fully understand it, but if Cyrus places himself between two objects or surfaces, he can teleport to wherever he wants."
All who heard her words gaped in shock, as she continued. "Like I said, I don't fully understand it," she admitted to herself with a grumble, silently cursing the secretive boy who held her attention. "But if he puts himself between two things he can basically disappear and reappear from anywhere."
Back down in the arena, Darius stared at his enemy with demanding eyes. Cyrus just smirked, "It's my power. Simple as that."
Scowling at the lack of answers, the child of Ares gave a roar as he prepared to charge once again. This time however, Cyrus didn't give him the chance. Dashing forward in a burst of speed, Cyrus threw a vicious left hook. Quickly blocking with his shield, Darius's eyes widened in shock, as did the audience's, when the shield dented heavily from the force of impact, almost caving in. The shield held for a moment before the son of War tried to stab with his blade.
Cyrus moved swiftly, using the left arm's bracer to deflect the blade and striking at the boy's head with his right, his face still in a cocky smirk. Turning a little, Darius put his shield between himself and the fist, gasping as he felt the jolt from the strike go up his arm as well as another huge dent in his shield. The son of Ares panted slightly as he backed off, inspecting the damage to his shield before looking at his opponent. The raven-haired combatant gave him a simple 'come-at-me' gesture, his grin widening as he did so.
Steeling his nerve, Darius rushed forward with a battle cry on his lips, leading with his dented shield against his better knowledge. Cyrus backed up to the wall of the arena, smirking as he put himself between the Ares camper and the wall.
Clang! Suddenly the noise of bronze striking the wall sounded through the arena. Darius's eyes widened as his enemy once again disappeared.
Thalia tilted her head as she watched the Ares boy hit the wall, "And for reasons beyond me, he only calls his power-"
"D4C!" The words seemed to echo as everyone's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as Cyrus seemingly emerged from the back of Darius's body. (4) Instantly turning on the spot as he emerged, Cyrus threw out a merciless right punch to the side of the counselor of Cabin Five's helmeted head, knocking him out cold.
The audience was dead silent. Chiron slowly began to clap, before speeding up. A massive explosion of cheers followed.
Cyrus turned to face the crowd, smiling and giving that wave that shifted into a bow, before turning back to his incapacitated foe. He chuckled, before stepping back. Hopefully he hadn't done too much aside from maybe a concussion...
"Cyrus!" Turning to see who had cried out his name, he grinned at an approaching Nico, walking over to the running ten year old. Behind him, Bianca slowly followed, along with Connor and Travis. All three stared at Cyrus in awed smiles.
Nico barreled into the teen, giving him a hug before looking up at him with a contagious smile on his lips, "That. Was. AWESOME! Can you teach me how to do that?"
Cyrus chuckled as he crouched down, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately. "Nah, Nico. This power's exclusive to me," he replied, Nico deflating slightly with a pout.
"But, I'm sure you might be able to do something similar in the future," the elder teen added, making the ten year old brighten up again.
Looking up at the Stoll twins, he stifled his laughter at the awed expressions on their faces.
"Holy." "Shit." The twins got out, before getting elbowed in the sides by Bianca.
"What? There's no other way to say it!" Connor protested, rubbing his side a little.
"Not around Nico," the girl replied with a frown directed at both of the twins before smiling softly at Cyrus, "That...was cool."
Travis snorted. "That's an understatement. I don't know how you did it, but that weird ability of yours is awesome! Plus, we got rich!" He and his brother grinned widely enough to make the Cheshire cat jealous, even as Bianca glared at them. She 'hmphed' quietly, muttering something about "Terrible influences on Nico."
"Still, that was awesome man!" Connor said, clapping the new addition to Cabin Eleven on the shoulder, "The last time someone made Cabin Five look stupid like that was Percy Jackson, and that was only because he made a swirly attempt backfire."
Cyrus tilted his head, "Huh...that's kinda impressive. Definitely funny though." He mused to himself, chuckling quietly, "Sounds interesting for sure."
He grinned up at his fellow cabinmates before looking over at a slowly waking Darius. The son of Ares was rubbing the back of his head, sitting up woozily on the dirt ground with his helm at his right with a discarded sword and his heavily dented shield.
A caramel-colored hand invaded his vision and the teen looked up.
Cyrus gave a small smile, "You did good. Don't let this fight get you down, I've been beating up monsters and worse for years now. Sent the Kindly Ones packing a couple times as well."
"Hmph, then my loss isn't too surprising huh?" The teen muttered before he took the proffered hand and got to his feet, determination burning in his brown eyes, "I want a rematch!"
"Perhaps some other time," Cyrus replied, a chuckle escaping his lips. "For now, I'd get that concussion checked out. After all, I got you in the head pretty hard."
"No kidding..." Darius mused to himself, wincing slightly, "Damn you hit hard...ugh, look what you did." He said, jutting his chin at the very damaged shield laying on the ground.
"I really hope Charlie can fix that one."
The mixed-eyed teen furrowed his brows at him, "Charles Beckendorf, head of Cabin Nine, yeah?" Receiving a nod, Cyrus smiled, "Good, I've been trying to get everyone's names down. Good, good...Though I do remember that a girl was supposed to be in charge of the Ares Cabin. Clara was it?"
Darius corrected him, "her name is Clarisse," he said in a stern tone, before smirking, "And she'd beat your ass for sure. You're lucky she's busy on a quest right now."
"Is that so?" Cyrus looked at his former opponent with a wry expression, before shrugging. "Maybe. No matter. You're pretty skilled, but that can always be improved further."
"Heh, whatever," the current counselor of Ares's cabin murmured before turning towards his half-siblings and calling over his shoulder, "Good fight Khan. But next time, I'll beat you down!"
"Lets see if your bite can match your bark next time!" Cyrus called back, shaking his head in amusement. He kinda liked that guy. Pretty hotheaded, but all in all, not that bad of a dude. He reminded him of someone with a more...icy theme...
He turned back to the di Angelo siblings as many of the campers began to leave the arena, still chattering and whispering about the fight and the strange ability their new camper seemed to possess. The black-maned teen's smile faltered as he noticed Chiron, Thalia, Annabeth, Grover and Percy approaching along with the rest of Cabin Eleven. He gave a slightly annoyed glare at Percy, before grinning at the rest as they approached.
Noticing how he acknowledged him, Percy frowned, quietly wondering what the new guy's problem was.
Grover just seemed to be staring at him in awe, with no other expression making itself known.
"Uh...Grover? You good there?" Cyrus asked, snapping his fingers in front of the satyr's face. Bianca rolled her eyes a bit before kicking him in the leg, earning her a yelp from him and a smirk from everyone else.
Chiron approached next, still in his wheelchair. The centaur crossed his arms, staring up at the dark-haired teen sternly, "that was very risky of you Cyrus, what were you thinking?"
Cyrus chuckled, putting his hands behind his head , "Don't worry so much Chiron, I knew what I was doing-ow!"
Annabeth punched him in the side, glaring at up at him, "He's right, what were you thinking, going into a fight with no protection?"
The dark-haired teen pouted a bit, rubbing his side, "No faith from any of you, I swear..."
Breaking out of his pout and smirking a bit, he crossed his arms and leaned down a bit, "C'mon! you know me Annie, D4C's always got my back."
He winked at the blonde, getting a faint blush out of the daughter of Athena. Percy's frown deepened, taking note of how Annabeth had responded to the coated teen. Cyrus noticed this out of the corner of his eye and smirked. This guy really did have it bad for his little sister huh? Well he'd have to work for it...
Thalia stepped forward with crossed arms, making Cyrus sweat a little bit. She reached out and poked the teen in the chest, "You still owe m-us an explanation Bamf Boy."
"We heard that slip-up, Thalia," Travis said with a smirk. It was almost painfully obvious, the sheer amount of tension between their new addition and the daughter of Zeus.
"Shut it Stoll!" Thalia snapped with reddening cheeks, before turning back to the sheepish looking teenager in front of her, "Well?"
Cyrus gulped. "Yes, well...uh...c-can't this wait 'til after lunch, Thals?" He pleaded, throwing glances at his cabinmates with his eyes screaming "Help me."
"I mean there's so much to cover! Lots of...delicate bits and pieces to leave out..." The warping demigod laughed nervously.
"That's what she said!" a voice cried out from the back of the crowd.
The twins choked on their own laughter, the rest of the cabin biting the insides of their cheeks to hold it in, while Cyrus and Thalia turned beet red.
"Alright who the hell said that?" Cyrus snapped with a reddened face, glaring out at the crowd. When no-one fessed up, he gave a diabolical grin, "Alright fine! All of you are now on my hit-list..."
"What's that mean?" A curious Nico asked. The teleporting enigma of a demigod smirked down at the boy, a savage grin that would have made even Hades, Lord of the Underworld shiver in fear. The Last Word materialized in his hand as he ejected the chamber and loaded in another slowly.
"Start running."
The assembled Hermes kids suddenly paled while Bianca and Nico shivered and swallowed at the unnerving grin on the teen's face. Percy was struck with a sudden sense of pity and Chiron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I'm not looking forward to the coming paperwork..."
AN: I'm starting to notice that these chapters are getting longer and longer. Not that I'm complaining of course, and I somewhat doubt you guys will complain either.
That being said, what a chapter! We got to see Cyrus in action, as did many of our campers and Hunters!
Now for the notes.
Notes:
(1) The standard Funny Valentine "Dojyaan~" pose!
(2) Hmm...wonder how he healed there. I'll give you guys a hint. Seijin no Itai.
(3) Inspired by the "He's Gone?!" move done by Valentine in All Star Battle.
(4) One of my favorite panels from Part 7, Valentine emerging from Diego's back during the "Who Shot Johnny Joestar" arc. The entire arc itself is a confusing shitfest, but holy crap was that a cool scene.
And that's it for the notes!
I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. Please do leave reviews at the door, they sustain my creative juices, and if something feels off, please let me know! I'll be sure to go back and change it.
Cheers,
Beowulf