~~~ With Michael ~~~
In New York, in a luxurious apartment, laying on a big bed, was a young man, and three girls in lingerie, sleeping.
Then, slowly, the young man started to wake up and sat on the edge of the bed. The young man had black hair, with dark blue eyes. His body was lean, but he had defined muscles.
That man was Michael Kane. He was one of the most famous figures in New York. He was known for his playboy tendencies and had a lot of money to back it up.
However, what the public didn't know, was that he's the eldest son of Ra's al Ghul, the leader of a powerful organization known as the League of Assassins.
The League of Assassins is a secret organization of highly trained assassins. Its purpose is to hunt down and kill people deemed a danger to society and the world at large and has done so for many years, resulting in the death of thousands of people. The leader of the League will always assume the title of "Ra's al Ghul" from their predecessor.
All of its members go through a harsh and bitter course of training that leaves its trainees either dead or at the peak of human physical condition, so much that they rarely feel pain itself. They are trained in the arts of swordsmanship, archery, and multiple other weapons, along with stealth, and numerous ways of killing. They are also trained to be able to escape from any prison.
The league had another secret, known as the Lazarus Pits. The Lazarus Pits are known as pools of regenerative waters that allowed the user to heal themselves of any wounds, prevent aging, and even capable of resurrection. The waters also can give the user enhanced strength and agility, however, that comes with a price in the form of animalistic aggression. The pits can be found only at specific intersections of Earth's ley lines.
And Michael, who was known as Amir al Ghul, was once assumed to be the youngest to inherit the title of Ra's al Ghul in the league's history, seeing as he has beaten his father numerous times in spars, with the first time being when he was only 22, despite the fact that his father has far greater experience than him. Seeing that, some of the league members even thought of him as the league's strongest assassin in history, with his great talent in the art of battle and for his superior intellect, which was displayed in the way he fought.
However, Michael had a different opinion on the matter, and one night, after Michael found a map that shows the existence of three other Lazarus Pits, he decided to take a picture of the map and left to forge his own path, or at least that what was he told his father.
Instead, Michael stole half of the league's resources, which helped him in building his fortune, and helped him completely disappear from the league's radar. He kept on changing identities for years, and now his name is Michael Kane.
"Well then..." Michael said as he stood up from the bed and turned his head and looked at the girls starting to wake up
"I guess I'll have a morning treat..." Michael said with a mischievous smirk and started to get closer to the girls...
~~~ Time Skip ~~~
"I see that you had a good morning sir" said an old-looking man, wearing a butler outfit as he entered the room, just after the girls went out of the house. He was Robert, Michael's butler.
"That I did. Anything special today?" Michael asked
"You have set a beach party in 3 hours, so I suggest we should go and started setting everything after you have eaten and showered sir"
"Well then, I'll go ahead and shower. Thank you for everything, as always"
"It's my job sir. Besides, it's only right, since you took me in 60 years ago"
"You're still thinking about that? Geez, you should move on already. When you live as long as I did, you learn to let go of things way more easily. You'll learn too. See you in five minutes!"
~~~ Time Skip ~~~
"Here we are sir" Robert said as he opened the door of the limousine for Michael after he parked in the parking lot.
"I love the beach. Do you love the beach, Robert?" Michael said as he walked out of the car. He wore a tight white V-neck T-shirt and black swimming trunks. In addition, he wore black sunglasses and had a thin golden necklace around his neck, which had a small gold sphinx figurine, with its eyes made of green gems, attached to the necklace.
"My body is not as young as yours, so I'm unable to enjoy the beach the same way you do sir"
"Well, that's because you haven't been to the Lazarus Pit yet. While we can settle every day to the water we take from the Pit and take to our house, they're mainly used for the enhanced physical abilities. But for you to retain your youth, you need to soak in the source. I do believe we have a flight scheduled to there soon?" Michael said as they started to make their way to the beach
"Yes. You've asked me to schedule a flight next month sir"
"That's good..." Michael said as they've arrived at the beach.
Then, Michael looked with surprise at what he saw. He saw a tall muscular man, wearing black jeans, combat boots, a black leather jacket, and a red muscle shirt under a bulletproof vest. He looked like a biker from a movie.
However, what surprised him was the long sword, with a skull-shaped pommel and a large ruby embedded in the skull's mouth, that he held in his hands, pointing at a teen, who held a medium length xiphos, which was a greek one-handed double-edged sword, in his hands, with two other teens behind him. The three of them looked around 14-15 years old.
The teen with the sword had a disheveled, jet black hair swept to one side with sea-green eyes. He wore an orange T-shirt and jeans. He had an average looking body, but you could see that muscles were starting to form.
The second teen had long, curly honey-blond hair, which she tied in a ponytail, and had, surprisingly, grey eyes, but that's not the weirdest thing Michael had seen in his life so he shrugged it off. She also had a slender, athletic body, and wore the same orange T-shirt as the first teen, together with short jeans.
However, among the teens and the other man, the one which surprised Michael the most was the third teen. After all, he had freaking goat legs!! He also had curly brown hair, brown eyes, and small horns!! Now, Michael traveled a lot in the world and seen a lot of things normal people don't see, but a half-teen half-goat was a first for him.
"Sir, one has a shotgun and the other has a pistol. While you can easily heal yourself with water from the pit, there's no reason to get involved in this fight"
'What is he talking about? Unless...' Michael thought and took a glance at his necklace, and saw that the eyes of the sphinx were glowing bright green. Seeing this, Michael smirked and said:
"Robert put your hand on my shoulder and blink a few times"
Robert did as he was told, and then, the shotgun and pistol turned to the swords Michael saw.
"How..."
"Did you ever wondered why I always wear this necklace? I found it in an ancient Egyptian grave when I was in Egypt. In Egypt, the sphinx is a guardian, and it symbolizes protection, and such, this figurine has the ability to protect its owner from any form of magic unless the one who cast the magic is stronger than the one who created this figurine, and according to legends, the one who created is the king of the Egyptian pantheon, Ra" Michael explained with an amused smirk, and Robert didn't like this smirk.
"Sir you surely don't think to-"
"Hey! You guys! People don't usually have a sword fight in broad daylight, at a beach in New York. I rented the beach today, for the party I've been planing, so why don't you take this to another place?" Michael said as he started to walk in their direction
"A clear-sighted human? Go away. This has nothing to do with you" the man said moving his hand, which looked to Michael like the Jedi from Star Wars, and so he asked:
"You're using a sword and try to hypnotize people? What are you? A Jedi? Besides, from your look, you're also an experienced fighter, and yet you want to fight teens that barely reached puberty? You're cruel. Why don't you fight someone in your size"
"The Mist doesn't work on you? Who are you" the man asked narrowing his eyes at Michael
"Didn't your mother teach you that you should introduce yourself before asking for someone's name..." Michael said with a teasing smirk.
"You've got spunk kiddo, I'll give you that. I don't know who you are, but you're clearly not a normal mortal. Then, I'll tell you my name, since you're not going to live to remember it. My name is Ares! The god of courage and war!!" Ares exclaimed. Michael had a blank expression for a few seconds before he burst into laughter. Ares's eyebrow twitch, while the three teens looked horrified, as Michael kept on laughing. When he finally calmed down, Michael said:
"You want to tell me that the greek war of god, is a wannabe biker? Are you sure you're not hallucinating?"
"I was going to let you have a painless death, but not anymore..." Ares said and flicked his arm, and suddenly, Michael was engulfed in flames.
"Now that's over..." Ares said, and immediately turned around to block the green-eyed teen sword with his own
"Attacking from behind? That's not pretty heroic of you, Jackson!" Ares said as they locked swords, but before he was able to react, he received a heel kick to the side of his head, causing him to stumble a few meters to the side, before he regained his focus, only to block an ax kick with the flat side of his sword, and raised his head to meet Michael's eyes
"You! How are you still alive!?"
"I'm afraid that I'm not that easy to kill..." Michael said with a smirk as he applied pressure on his leg
"Don't get cocky!!" Ares said and pushed forward, raising his sword, only for Michael to do a backflip, to reveal the green-eyed teen approaching him with a horizontal strike, but Ares managed to quickly bring his sword down, blocking his sword.
But then, Ares felt pain course through his shoulder and looked down to see a throwing knife stuck to his shoulder. He then realized that while Michael backflipped, he threw the knife, and Ares didn't notice it since he was focused on the green-eyed teen.
Upon that realization, Ares jumped back a few meters, and took the knife out of his shoulder, and threw it to the side, as gold liquid came out of the wound instead of blood.
"You're blood is gold? Maybe you're a god after all. I've seen a lot of things, but I've never met a god. Well, I never met goat people too" Michael said and took a glance at the goat boy.
"I'm a satyr!!!" said the goat boy
"I'll admit that you're not half bad. It's been a while since I've been harmed. What's you're name, kiddo?"
"Michael Kane at your service. Speaking of names, what's yours? If I'm going to fight with you, I might as well learn your name" Michael asked the green-eyed teen
"Percy Jackson. I don't know who you are, but I can't let you get involved in this fight. It's too dangerous"
"Said the 14-year-old teen whose stance is all over the place. You barely know how to hold a sword! Someone has to teach you how to use a sword properly. Right now, you're purely relying on your instincts, and when fighting against someone experienced, you'll lose. Take it from someone who's been through it...
Anyway, since you're fighting a god, and your friend is a satyr, I guess you're also related to Greek mythology?"
"I'm a demigod. Son of Poseidon"
"Poseidon? And you're fighting next to a freaking ocean and you're not using it? Someone really needs to teach you how to fight..." Michael said, and Percy's eyebrow twitched at the truth in his words
"Are you done with your chit chat?" Ares said, gaining their attention. Once he saw them looking at him, he immediately dashed at Michael with immense speed, attempting a vertical slash, but to his surprise, his sword hit the sand, as Michael sidestepped to the right, and using his right leg as an anchor, he used the momentum of his quick movement to spin on his right leg and attempting a heel kick aimed to Ares's head, only for Ares to step back, and then block another strike from Percy, and then jumped back, avoiding the tornado kick from Michael, which was a continuation of his heel kick.
Ares narrowed his eyes at Michael and said:
"You... you started to sidestep before I even reached you, which allowed you to dodge, despite not being as fast as me, and you even performed the tornado kick like you knew I was going to dodge your heel kick... you can tell what I'm going to do?"
"You think I'm going to tell you? It's not some movie where people explain how they're doing what they do. What I do is for me to know, and for you to find out" Michael said and dashed at Ares. Seeing it, Ares attempted a horizontal slash, only for Michael to once again dodge it, by flipping over the sword and over Ares, landing behind him, and spun immediately, once again using the momentum of his quick movement, sending a punch to the side of Ares's head, but Ares caught his arm using his right hand, and at the same time block a sword strike from Percy, holding the sword with his left hand.
"Don't underestimate me! Even if you managed to land some hits you can't defeat the god of war!!" Ares exclaimed and tightened his grip on Michael's arm, breaking his arm, lifted Michael by his hand, and threw him away, at the same time as he pushed Percy back and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying.
But then, he felt an immense pain in his right elbow and saw a knife pierced through his elbow. He howled in pain, taking the knife out of his elbow. he then realized that Michael used the moment he lifted him, to stuck the knife in his elbow.
He sent a look full of rage to the direction where he threw Michael, only to see Michael on one knee, opening a small container, and spilled some kind of liquid on the arm Ares broke, and then stood up and flexed his arm like it was never broken, to Ares's surprise.
"I'm afraid that I'm not the one who was underestimating someone, and now you paid for it. You won't be using that arm for a while" Michael said with an amused smirk
"You bastard! I'll make you pay for that!!" Ares exclaimed
"You know, you could be a lot more harder to deal with if you could control your emotions. Getting your emotions have control over you during a fight causing you to make mistakes, like this one" Michael said and pointed above Ares.
Ares turned around to see a huge wave coming down on him, and he couldn't react in time as the wave hit him, and by the time he recovered from it, Percy held his sword by his throat.
Then, something weird happened. It was as if a cloud covered the sun, but worse. Light faded. Sound and color drained away. A cold, heavy presence passed over the beach, slowing time. Michael noticed as all the three teens suddenly looked like they lost the will to fight. And then, The darkness lifted, and Ares looked stunned, but immediately changed his expression to a furious one.
"You have made an enemy today. Every time you raise your blades in battle, every time you hope for success, you will feel my curse. Beware, Perseus Jackson, Michael Kane" Ares said, and then his body started to glow.
"Turn around!!" the blond teen shouted, and both Michael and Percy did as she said, and as the glow intensified, it suddenly disappeared, together with Ares...