Percy Jackson
It was as if the room froze for a second, before everyone jumped into action.
Percy and the group rose to meet Aristotle's soldiers, which proved to be just as strong as they looked. They were definitely not as easy to fight as the ones outside, with more complex weapons and physical strength. If Percy had been much less inexperienced, he was sure he wouldn't have come out on top.
This did nothing to easen the fight, however.
As Percy was in combat, he caught glimpses of Elyssae-Lydian and Aristotle.
The group of soldiers were there, seemingly, to take care of the group, while leaving the Empress undefended.
Aristotle began to advance upon her, and even as she handled the dagger, Percy wasn't sure she would know how to use it very effectively, it seemed combat was something Primordia as a whole was very unused to.
After a series of strikes, the soldier Percy was fighting fell to the ground, and he rushed forward to assist Elyssae-Lydian. However, he was diverted from his path by a brunt soldier, who slashed across his path and began to push Percy back and away from the Empress.
Percy lost sight of her as he refocused on his own battle, although he started to hear the prevalent sounds of clashing from the area where the Empress and Sire had begun their dangerous duel.
Time passed in the chamber, although it was hard to tell, muffled by the sounds of blades meeting each other. However, after what seemed like a lifetime, the soldiers had each fallen in their own time. None in the group had been severely injured, but their attention was not on themselves.
Aristotle turned towards them, a confident look on his features. Percy's heart sank. Had it all been for nothing?
"It seems I underestimated you. But no matter. Your battle has been lost and-" his voice was cut off, and he let out a small gasp, falling to his knees. Behind him, Elyssae-Lydian watched him stumble, removing her hand from the dagger, which was now embedded in his back.