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"Hey guys, it's been some time. A little over a year, yeah? Sorry for the wait, I wanted to finish another story that was getting close to completion. Now that it's done we are back on track for the rotation!"
Now I know most of you want to get going so let's do those guest reviews. Well, there is only one.
NJred2000 (reply by Slim): I love your enthusiasm but I don't think Markus can take on Zeus without help but who knows? Besides me hehehehe. I have an idea of how Gryphon will come in. It might be what I call a "mutated class" in my head but we will see. Yeah, some people share your thoughts on that paring-wise. Yeah, Ubisoft has been wandering away from our base idea of the knights vs Samurai vs Vikings theme we had. It makes me sad. After a long wait here you go!
Now the story!
"I think you have the wrong ancient fortress because this one is calling me." I declared pushing myself off Russ' shoulder to stand on my own.
"Ah the most recent descendant of the Original Lawbringer, John Cross." The armored woman turned towards me, inspecting what she saw. "I am told you are also the son of the Greek goddess Hestia. Is this true?"
"Yes, I am," I answered.
"How very fascinating," Astrea replied before looking over to Lana. She bowed her head slightly. "My apologies for not greeting you Daughter of Apollyon, my own interest interfered with my duty. As soon as I claim this fortress I will be more than happy to welcome you into the order.
"This fortress belongs to John and the Iron Legion." Lana countered ignoring the woman's last comment.
"hmm, I wonder about that," Astrea answered as if she were having a casual argument. She looked over at me. "Tell me, Son of Hestia, do you hear the fortress' call."
I nodded.
"So do I." My eyes widen slightly, I noticed our leader become tense. "I too have heard its call. It would seem that the fortress has called two of us. I have a feeling that this was the fortress' intent. From what I know of the fortress it has fallen more than a few times. Perhaps it wishes for a leader with a more… robust method of leadership."
"Robust?" Lord Commander Vortiger questioned pointedly. "Yes, I am sure the Iron Fortress will appreciate the practices of the Horkos Order. I'm sure the Iron Fortress will enjoy having its streets run red with the blood of the "sheep". How many have come before you bearing the same name? twenty-four?"
"My predecessors were too focused on fighting the legion itself, convincing our followers through mundane means. I cannot say the legion has been doing well for itself, your growth is minimal for generations. I wonder what it will look like after the wolves take the Valley" Astrea countered dropping a bombshell on us.
'T-the Valley is being attacked?' I thought to myself panic beginning to settle in.
I turned to Lord Vortiger, trying to get some sense of his thoughts on the news. Yet he remained neutral in his expression. Yet, something seem off as if his mind was elsewhere. Lana closed one of her fists and became more rigid. Russ began to move his shoulder slightly as if a sore pain had begun to pop up. Astrea continued seeing our shock at the news.
"Oh, you were unaware?" Astrea faked a surprised tone. "I wonder how long the legion and its allies will last. From what I'm told there are two more waves moving on the Valley, supported by a daughter of their goddess. Ah, and how could I leave out the little Greek demigods trying to bare their teeth."
"What are you talking about?" I asked worrying for Aithne.
"Oh yes, their king demanded every able-body demigod to march on the Valley. By our estimates, they will reach the Valley just in time for the werewolves' second wave." Astrea answered. "He seemed to have forgotten the titans attempting to gather their own strength, but that is off-topic. With this fortress under The Order of Horkos, we shall have a place to… receive those who survive the battle for the Valley. Provided they pass… a few tests. But back to more important matters this fortress, shall have the best warriors for its owners. Of that, I can promise. With a daughter of Apollyon, we shall become more powerful."
"I wouldn't count on it," Lana commented pointedly. "The last time I heard a spew similar to yours it came from my birth giver's mouth… we aren't on great terms."
"I'm sure I can convince you of your destiny."
"Any destiny that is not of my own making can go to Hell." Lana snarled starting to get angry.
Come to think of it, I really haven't seen Lana get angry. Frustrated maybe but she always seemed to be in control of her emotions.
"Hmm, you have been with the legion for a long time. I suppose this shall be an uphill battle." Astrea commented. "To that end, I shall allow you and your team to leave Lord Commander. Of course, I wish for the daughter of Apollyon to stay."
"Your offer is noted and duly ignored." Lord Vortiger.
"I expected as much. So how shall we do this?" Astrea asked. "I shall give you a moment to decide."
"John, Russ, Lana you three shall make your way to the core. I will hold off Astrea." Lord Vortiger ordered as a black void appeared before us depositing the magic core before us. Russ quickly grabbed the core holding it against his chest with both hands.
"Your quite sure of yourself Lord Commander. While even I would have hesitated to fight you in your prime, you are well past it."
"My body may be worn but you will find my soul as sharp as ever."
"Show me then, are you a sheep or a wolf," Astrea ordered picking up her waved longsword in one hand.
As Lord Vortifer and Astrea prepared for battle Lana, Russ, and I begin to make our way back down the way we came.
"So, any idea where the core is?" Lana asked as we ran down the stairs.
"If I had to guess, deeper in the fortress. We're in the main citadel so we should keep heading down." Russ suggested.
The tower shook as he ran down the stairs, we could only assume that Lord Vortifer and Astrea had started their clash.
"We better move fast then, I have a feeling that the army outside is not going to wait around," I commanded.
"We should try to bring the fortress' automatons back online then," Lana suggested. "They would even the odds."
"I wouldn't recommend it until we get the fortress to recognize John as its leader," Russ interjected. "I rather not have to fight two different forces at once."
"Whatever the case we need to get to that core pronto!" I finished off as we neared the bottom of the stairwell.
Once at the bottom we began to search the area for any indication of a map or sign that would lead us deeper into the fortress. I tried to get the fortress to help but it seemed to remain quiet no matter what I did. Russ was the first to discover a larger stairway heading down. Seeing it as our best option we went down. The further we went down the less lighting there seemed to be; Russ pointed out the many light fixtures seemed to be without power. I summoned a ball of fire in my hand to help light the way as the magic core was not putting out a lot of light by itself. Soon we came to a long hallway with a few doors on the side and some intersection further up.
"Russ how long before we have to start dealing with-" My instincts told me to duck so I did.
A Dane axe slammed into the wall where my neck used to be. I looked to my side to see a rider pulling his axe back. He looked to be older than me but not older than my father. I did not have much time to look any further as Lana slammed into him tackling him to the floor. I rushed over to assist and bring the spearhead of my weapon to bare. Lana must have noticed me rushing over because she quickly rolled off the raider allowing me a clear shot at his unarmored torso. I drove my poleaxe down on the prone raider, the weapon's spearhead easily punching into his chest where his heart would be. He growled in pain and grabbed onto my weapon trying to pull it out. Lana was not idle during this time, having gotten back on her feet. Before I knew it she was bringing her sword down on the raider's neck cutting his head off.
"They must have their own methods of getting in," Russ observed. "Come on let's keep moving."
We doubled our pace down the hall and made sure to check every room we came across, alas none of them seemed to have what we were looking for. So, we continued onwards down the hall. We must have checked at least thirty rooms but none of them looked like they were for housing the fortress' core. As we turned a corner, we suddenly found ourselves under weapon fire. Bullets bounced off my armor or failed to penetrate, however, the force behind the bullets stopped my advance dead in its tracks. I moved back taking cover around the corner, Russ, and Lana doing the same. Even when we fell back to cover bullets still streaked down the hallway.
"Guys we got a problem," Russ announced sounding worried.
Looking over I quickly found the cause of his worry. The magic core's container had a large crack in its class.
"Uh, how big is the blast radius?" I asked. Russ gave me a sad look. "Oh. What do we do?"
"Find a place to drain it and fast," Lana commented peering down the hall, only to jump back as a bullet bounced off the wall near her head.
"Well, I have an idea where the core is now," I added gesturing with my head down the hallway that had bullets come down from it.
"Good as guess as any." Lana agreed. "How do we get passed them?"
"We do what our ancestors did." I willed a fireball into my hand. "Throw fire at it."
I stuck out my hand and tossed the fireball down the hallway. I willed the fire to grow in power as it traveled, causing the once fist-sized ball of fire to transform into a massive wave of fire. Some cries of panic began to come from down the hallway as the wave of fire got closer. Once it reached the end of the hallway, I willed the wave of fire to further increase in power. Unlike when it was moving down the hallway, the wave of fire exploded outward in all directions. Cries of pain soon followed afterwards.
Before I could act Lana had already begun dashing down the hall. Russ followed after her then I went after him. The fire began to dissipate leaving behind the charred and metal remains of people and their gear. Lana finished off someone in knight armor who survived before we continued. We turned at an intersection that had another stairway leading down. This one went deeper than the last but soon enough we came to another level. This area was much bigger, having large machines against the wall or halfway exposed out of some compartment in the wall. There were many large doors big enough to fit a hauling truck through with plenty of space, only a few were more human-sized. Not really having time to look around we chose to go through the human-sized door on the far side of the room. As we ran down the next hallway Russ spoke up again.
"Guy's, the cracks are getting bigger."
Looking over at him I instantly caught sight of the much bigger crack that had formed in the class. What was once a semi-small fracture had become a very noticeable crack that traveled the length of the core. The ball of energy within all seemed to be getting bigger. I franticly tried to communicate with the Iron Fortress, but it was not giving any indication that it was up for a chat. Then an idea popped into my head. If the fortress was not up for a chat, then maybe its creator would be more willing to talk.
"Hey do any one of you have Forge's number?" I asked slowly down to a stop.
The rest followed suit and came to a stop. Russ put down the magic core and retrieved his phone. His fingers flew over the screen hitting buttons or typing in commands. He then stopped and held the phone out the sound of dialing began to play. Two dialing tones passed before someone picked up the phone.
"Forge's workshop!" A young male voice answered the phone sounding distressed. "He's not in right now, we are kinda under attack right now so I can take a message!"
"We are a recon team; we need Forge's expertise right now," Lana ordered.
"A recon team! At this time, do you guys even know the Valley is under attack?!"
"Our mission was given to us by a Lord Commander before the battle took place." Lana clarified. "Right now we are in the Iron Fortress, with a hostile force trying to take control of it, the magical core is damaged and its containment is failing, we need directions to the fortress' core. What's your name knight!"
"The Iron Fortress? Y-yeah Forge was talking about that. My name is Evan, I'm Forge's assistant." The now-named Evan replied on the other end. He seemed to have calm down as he had something else to focus on. "I think he wrote down some notes let me see if I can find them."
Sounds of moving around, paper being shifted, and murmuring came through the speaker. Before long Evan spoke up again. "Alright I got something here, he's talking about something here pertaining to the fortress' moods. It doesn't like being alone uh." He pushed for a moment as he kept reading through Forge's notes. "I don't see anything about the core here. I think I remember hearing him mutter a phrase to himself as he started to work with automatons again."
"Can you remember what he said? Anything can help at this point." Russ added.
"Uh… agol verd… no, no, maybe agol bes'kaab tsikador taabir?"
A deep rumbling horn-like sound shook the foundations around us. It soon ended and nothing followed it.
"That did something," I noted looking around trying to see if anything changed but I didn't see anything. "Anything else that might help? We are carrying around a bomb here."
"I, uh, try talking to the fortress. These notes touch upon the fact that the Iron Fortress is alive in some senses. If it does not help you already try to get it to like you."
Lana and Russ looked at me.
"Thank you for the help Evan let us know if you think of anything or if Forge shows up again." I thanked him.
"Yeah sure thing, now if you do finish up there and get the fortress back into our side kindly get back we are not doing too well out there," Evan answered sounding worried again.
"What's it like out there?" I asked wanting an update.
"I don't know for sure but I know a lot of the Valley's defenses are not being used. Just get back as quickly as you can." Evan added before the line went dead.
Russ put his phone back before focusing on me. "You're the fortress' interest right now might as well try something."
"Give us a grand speech there, Lawbringer." Lana encouraged.
I thought about it. I was only thirteen with little experience in this mystic world of ours. The only thing I had was the legacy of my father and Greek mother, but maybe that was enough.
"Hey, Iron Fortress." I began rising my voice in hope that the fortress could hear me. "You may not know but I am a child of Hestia, she has a few domains she presides over, but one would be more important to you than the others and that's home. Forge, your creator told me of your past and while I can't understand what is like to lose those who called you home, I can understand what it might feel like. The more it happened the more militaristic you made yourself to protect those you cared for. I can imagine you're tired of losing those people who call this fortress home. It's why you reached out to Astrea and her order isn't it, you wanted to make sure the next time the monsters came you could protect your people."
There was no reaction, so I went on.
"I imagine Astrea will be a fierce commander, I don't know her, but she gave that vibe you know. I'm sure she would treat this place like a real military installation. But that's just it isn't it? You are a fortress yes but that's only because the homes you built kept being attacked. You became more militaristic not because you hated what was attacking you but because you loved what you had. I bet you called to Astrea first, but there is a part of you that knows what you truly are and you probably know what Astrea will turn you into. You're a home for people, a home that people can feel safe in. I can't promise I'll be the best leader; I still have a lot to learn, but I will be damned if I wouldn't give it all to defend this place. As a lawbringer and as a demigod of the goddess of family and home. Let me help you become a home again."
There was no reaction. Russ tapped my shoulder and pointed down the hallway. There was a flickering light in the distance that was not there before. Lana shoved my shoulder playfully, and although I couldn't see her face I had a feeling she was smiling.
"Thank you."
We began to run down the hallway hopefully towards the Iron Fortress' core.
The base shook as another volley of rounds stuck the ground. Most of the base hands had grown accustomed to the shock waves by now, even the newer people. In the middle of the room, a holographic table displayed the positions of Faction forces outlined in blue and the werewolf forces in red. The faction forces were outnumbered but were holding the line. In fact, they were starting to rout some of the attacking werewolves, and the dragons and demigryphs were also mopping up most of the enemy armored vehicles. In short, the werewolves had given the faction a bloody nose but had taken significant losses in return.
Yet despite the apparent victory, there were more than a few squads of werewolves still continuing the fight. As well as that one she-wolf that had been squaring off against Lord Stone for some time now. The two were still going at it both having torn into each other with unrestrained fury. Something was telling Markus that this was not the end.
"My lord, scouts returning have just reported in!" The com officer called. "A large force is moving on us from the South! They seem to be Greek forces!"
"Sir our aircraft are reporting another wave of bombers with fighter escorts approaching!" Another base and called.
"Dragon master Maverick has just reported another wave of werewolves is marching towards the valley from the West!"
"Order the reserves in the east to move to intercept the enemy forces in the west," Markus ordered. "Redirect our artillery fire to the west as well."
"What about the Greeks approaching from the South?" One of the base hands at the table with Markus asked. "The Greeks are going to be fielding demigod children. Who are we going to send to intercept them?"
'Hestia, or her mother maybe.' Markus thought to himself. 'If anyone could send the Greek back without a fight it would be either of them.'
Yet Markus had a feeling that the other Greek gods would sooner whoop down and carry them off before ordering their demigod forces to attack. The Knight forces were already fully deployed with a few reinforcements coming in from "retried" warriors. There was only one reserve left. Markus moved over to the communications terminal, he quickly set the broadcast to the final reserve the knights had.
All over the Valley within the bunkers protecting the civilians, speakers began to broadcast.
"Young knights, this is Lord Commander Cross speaking. It is my displeasure that I must call on you this moment."
The inhabitants of the bunkers perk up as Markus began to speak.
"We have confirmed that another wave of werewolves is approaching our home. Our reserve of knights is moving to intercept them as we speak."
Panic and worried murmurs began to spread through the bunkers in the Valley. Mothers and fathers held onto their children tighter, and others sent silent prayers to God for the safety of their loved ones.
"Yet that is not the end of our worries. The Greek gods send their demigods after us, and they march on from the South. It is with a heavy heart that I must ask for your assistance on this day. All of you have been training for this moment. Even fewer of you know what it is like to face our enemies."
The young knights stood from their positions, their parents holding onto them asking what they were doing. They could only turn to them and pass on their love before they began to move towards the exit, their parents calling after them.
"It is at this moment I ask of you to take up your soul gear and march towards the approaching Greek forces."
Young knights began to surface from the knight-owned buildings. Each of them moved towards the south. Most were in their early teens more than a few just having reached their double digits in age.
"Those you face will be like you, young, not belonging on a battlefield, and their leaders asking more than anyone has the right to. So, I ask you now to fight for your homes and protect those who matter most to you. May God watch over you all."
From out of the samurai and Viking-owned buildings other young warriors joined their knightly allies. Their own leaders calling for their assistance. Some along the warriors' numbers were joined by their partners, small dragons jumping into the shoulders of their knight partners. Some knights took to the air with their griffon or dragon mounts. Small multi-tailed foxes ran alongside their chosen samurai. Slightly older foxes carrying their samurai partners upon their backs. Packs of wolves and a few bear cubs running with their Viking packmates. Like the samurai, the larger animals carry their Viking riders upon their back. Their numbers began to mingle as they climbed the side of the hill, some entering bunker entrances to man hidden fixed AT guns or other machine gun emplacements.
Soon enough they had arrived at the top of the hill even now they could see the forces of Camp Half-Blood marching towards the Valley. Among the forces were demigods riding on the back of Pegasus. All of them sporting ancient Greek-styled armor and weapons. Along with the standard Greek demigods' ranks were Artemis' hunters, operating in squads among the demigods. The Greek forces soon spotted their adversaries. Some began to worry others became excited about the coming clash.
It was then the clouds above the Greek forces gathered and from them descended Zeus, master bolt in hand. Pointing at the factions forces he shouted to the demigods below.
"Επίθεση!" Zeus ordered as Poseidon, Ares, Athena, Artemis, and Apollo descended from the sky by their own means.
The Greek demigods gave out their own battle cry before marching toward the Valley. Zeus pulled back his arm taking aim to throw his master bolt. Then released the massive bolt, and it flew at the faction's ranks. Before the bolt could strike the ground, an object flew up from the ranks of the factions meeting the Zeus master bolt head-on. The two crashed into each other creating a massive flash of lightning. The master bolt reappeared in Zeus' hand and the object that clashed with Zeus' weapon flew back into the faction's ranks.
Those among the faction's ranks watched as the object flew back into their lines before being caught by a large hooded figure, that none had noticed until now. The being among them was identified quickly.
"Lord Thor." A Warlord murmured in shock.
However, he was not the only one. Beside him was a dark red-haired woman wearing a studded leather vest with a few metal plates woven into the leather. She was very beautiful even clothed in armor. Her primary weapons were a sword and shield, not unlike what the warlords used.
Those among the Vikings quickly discerned her identity and whispered her name. "Lady Freya."
Electricity danced all over Thor's body as he walked forward, Mjolnir in hand. "Now we fight in earnest."
"Come, young warriors, let us meet the enemy." Freya addressed the faction warriors.
A bright life from the heavens shined down. From the clouds a winged being floated down, his wings covering his form. The angelic beings' six wings flew open to reveal the armored form of Gabriel wielding a spear.
"You were warned, now you pay the price." Gabriel declared readying his weapon.
Lightning crashed down from the sky striking the ground. In its wake stood Raiden and Inari who turned toward the opposing Greek Gods.
"Your intrusion will proceed no further," Raiden ordered calmly.
"You've all been very naughty attack our cute little warriors." Inari began cutely before her appearance turned savage. Her fingers turned clawed, and her face twisted by rage. "You will die for your transgression!"
Like their parents fighting on the other side of the Valley a Warden, Raider, and Orochi rose from among their ranks. Summoning her longsword, the Warden pointed her sword towards the heavens and called to her knightly brothers and sisters.
"Graeci veniunt ad nos. Testis Deus, eos in sordes mittamus!" She cried out as her soul armor appeared on her body.
The knights around her calling forth their soul gear shouting out their agreement.
The Raider roared before calling out to his fellow Vikings. "Gerþeirr hugstilr insult oss? lítár þessi rabble ór beggars koming á oss! Nei matter, vér munu kastþeirar bodr út ór okkarr homes dagrinn er yfir!"
The Orochi summoning his soul gear drew his weapon pointing towards the Greek forces and shouted. "Ei! Ei!"
His fellow samurai called back. "OH!"
Thus the battle began.
The gods of both sides charged at one another. Thor crashed with Zeus, Ares and Athena teamed up to fight Gabriel, Freya battled Apollo, Raiden began his rematch with Artemis, and Inari clashed with Poseidon. Their battle filled the skies as each of the powerful beings used their authorities against their opponents.
Upon the ground, the battle was going a little differently. The Greeks were quickly forced into cover as H.E.A.T rounds and machine gun fire pelted their position. More than a few demigods fell from the bunker's fire while others were wounded and unable to fight. However, the Greeks were not without ranged options. From further behind their forces, balls of fire were flung into the sky rushing toward the faction's ranks. Arrows soon flew from archery-inclined demigods and hunters.
The balls of fire crashed into the faction's ranks. A few were killed from the direct impact, others were heavily wounded forcing them out of the fight. Those among the faction's ranks with shields blocked the incoming arrows, while others dodged out of the projectile's way. Some arrows hit their armor but those with metal armor were unaffected, or only served to slow them down for a moment.
Soon both the Greek and faction forces met in a melee. Many died in the opening charge. Bodies crashed into each other, weapons punched through armor as the unnatural strength of their wielder and the momentum increased the piercing power of the weapon. Mounted warriors trampled over a few offending attacks before they were slowed down and forced to fight in positions. Above the Greek's Pegasus fought the knight's dragons and griffons. While the more skilled Pegasus riders were able to stay in the fight, the less experienced riders were quickly struck down by the sheer ferocity of the dragons and the agile griffons.
The clash between the factions and the Greeks began to unfold in the factions' favor. The demigods were quickly finding out that the faction's warriors were not simply trained mortals. The faction's own bodies were more than capable of keeping up with the demigod's enhanced anatomy. As such it came down to a battle of skill and equipment.
The demigods like the factions had an instinct for combat, the Ares and Athena demigods even more so. Both sides had been trained with only a few having actual field experience. Yet, the factions began the training for their young from the age of six. In terms of time spent training the factions warriors had a few years over their demigod opponents.
When it came to equipment the factions had a clear advantage. The demigods were quickly finding out why knights, Vikings, and Samurai were so feared. The faction's soul gear was not made from mortal metals, their Celestial Bronze weapons could not cut through the metal armor of the knights and had trouble breaking through the armor of the other two factions. More than a few knights had brought their issued firearms with them into combat.
The more heavily armored knights, such as the Lawbringers, quickly distinguished themselves from their peers. Becoming unkillable living weapons of war amongst their enemies. The Vikings became more and more fearsome as their blood began to pump and fury from battle began to take over them. The Samurai settled into the dance of death that was the battlefield, flowing through the battlefield like a gracefully, yet deadly, wind.
Yet the demigods were not without advantages, very few of the factions' numbers had unlocked their elemental abilities. Many of the demigods on the other hand had some form of their divine parents' abilities available to them. The demigods quickly learned that getting five or more of their fellows to dogpile a knight was the most effective way to get the opening in their armor. Cutting off a Samurai's ability to maneuver made it easier to cut away at their wooden armor. As the Vikings let their instinct take hold of them they became more predictable and thus allowed their demigod opponents to whittle them down.
A few among the demigod's ranks were proving to be far more troublesome than the rest. Luke, Clarisse, Percy, Will, Annabeth, and a few of the elite members of the Hunters of Artemis were making their presence felt. Luke's skill in swordplay was nothing to take lightly as already he had brought down three dragons, five knights, twelve Vikings, and Seven Samurai. Clarisse was keeping the more armored knights occupied. Percy had been using his elemental ability to keep many of the faction's numbers off balance. Will's skill with a bow saved the lives of many demigods by targeting the joints of the faction warriors keeping them from fighting at their best. Annabeth was able to shout out orders to her demigod comrades while using her invisibility cap to kill unsuspecting faction warriors. Hunters like Zoë were making quick work of the far less experienced faction warriors, her strength alone made it nigh impossible for any faction warrior to match her. Already had Zoë killed fifteen knights, two of which were lawbringers, twenty Vikings, and ten Samurai.
Yet the notable fighters among the factions were far from behind. Henry and his sisters had claimed the lives of twenty demigods and five hunters. Malik had been busy zipping around the battlefield, having scored seven demigods, one of which was an Ares' spawn, and two hunters. Zachary was leading his friends cutting a path of death into the Greek's ranks, scoring twenty-five demigods, and eight hunters.
A horn from behind the Greek's ranks drew the attention of many of those fighting. Gathering on a hill some half a mile away was a girl. She was dressed in dark metal platted armor with a large face in one hand. From behind her an army of similarly armored humanoid machines in various states of disrepair shambled up around her. The machine's faces had two red eyes shining out from under their faceplates. Some were larger than others, each of them wielding a weapon depending on their size. The smaller ones were armed with swords and shields, while the larger ones were armed with two-handed weapons or polearms. The girl smiled as the armor she wore shifted constructing a platted helmet hidden beneath the armor.
"Hear me knights of the Iron legion!" A powerful voice called from the hill, a girl from the sound of it. "I am Aithne, daughter of Hephaestus. You stole someone from me and I shall have him back."
Aithne pointed her mace towards the battled field causing the machines around her to start sprinting towards the battlefield where the demigods and Factions fought. The machines soon joined the fight, and their numbers added to the Greeks. All of a sudden, the faction's advantage was lost. The machines' easily overpowering the younger faction warriors. From the sky, a blinding light shined down soon followed by the sound of two objects impacting the ground at high speeds. Another figure flew down landing in between the two forces. Gabriel swung his spear wide cutting down a line of charging automatons.
"Fall back! You cannot overcome these machines!" Gabriel ordered slamming his spear into the ground causing an earthquake to shake the Greek's side of the battlefield.
The factions' warriors listened and began to withdraw back to the large hill surrounding the Valley. A dark blast of energy crashed into Gabriel knocking the angel back causing the Earthquake to stop. Gabriel regained his stance only to have his eyes go wide at the figure approaching him.
"Kokabiel," Gabriel growled standing.
"Hello, messenger." The fallen angel greeted neutrally. "It's been a while since last we met."
Kokabiel stood around the same height as Gabriel. He wore a simple black trench coat with an eighth-century suit underneath it. His hair was an oily black and reached down past his shoulders by a few inches. His skin was pale almost ghost-like and his eyes had long since dimmed from the star-like appearance they had once had.
"You side with the Greeks?" Gabriel demand.
"No, the First Fallen ordered I help his most recent plot," Kokabiel answered in a tired tone a dark spear appearing in his hand. "I'm really here to slow down you then to help the Greeks in any capacity."
Gabriel's eyes shined as he changed his powers, Kokabiel following his example, yet his eyes grew darker. The clash between the two began allowing the machines and Greeks to chase down the retreating faction warriors. The situation was becoming more precarious for the Valley by the moment.
OOOO, things are happening! Hope you all enjoyed the chapter after the long wait. The next chapter will not take a year. I can promise you that.
God bless, and it's good to see you all again!