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The Unrelenting Frozen Seas: Symphony of Tempering
Chapter Three: Trails in Atlantis
Beta: ShadowofAxios
A couple weeks after the day Rhode managed to spend with her Dad, Triton was finally ready to leave on his inspection of their family's armies and territories and guided tour of their lands with Rhode. Their first stop was a visit to Camp Fish-Blood, the camp for Mer-Heroes. - Camp Fish-Blood wasn't its proper name, its actual name being a series of sonar pings and hisses but it was the closest English equivalent to it - It was the undersea version of Camp Half-Blood and was located a short distance outside of Atlantis. Unlike Camp Half-Blood it didn't just train the children of the gods however but also those of prominent merpeople and nymphs.
Riding into the camp on the back of a blue whale along with Triton's sizable entourage of assistants and guards, Rhode was granted a view of it from above as their mount dove down towards it.
Camp Fish-Blood was an entire town of Greek style buildings on the seafloor but with the unique Atlantean theme of having roofs tiled with mother-of-pearl, gardens filled with coral and sea anemones and Hippocampi grazing in fields of seaweed. Also like her father's city, it was populated mainly by merfolk and nymphs though unlike the Atlantean cityfolk its inhabitants were of a lot more martially bent with many of them practicing with swords and tridents.
Looking down at all the merpeople training, Rhode couldn't help but be impressed.
They were exceptionally talented with their weapons, especially the tridents.
"They are pretty good aren't they?" Triton said to her, having caught the direction her gaze had taken.
"Yeah." Rhode admitted. "They are really good with their tridents. Better than I am."
"They have been training with it all their lives," the god of the navy said with a chuckle. "No need to be disheartened though. If you ask, I'm sure that they'll be happy to share some tips with you."
"I definitely will if I get the chance." Rhode said with a grin, excited at the prospect. "Really wish I had asked to train with the Black Lake merpeople now. Talk about a missed chance."
"Don't be disheartened." Triton said, squeezing her shoulder comfortingly. "You might still have a chance to do that."
Rhode offered him a small smile, grateful for his comfort.
"We're here," Triton said as he smiled in reply.
Looking away, Rhode noted that he was right.
Their whale mount had begun circling around inside an empty courtyard surrounded by a large building at the edge of camp, signifying that they'd arrived.
Triton gave Rhode's shoulder another squeeze before turning away to look at their combined entourage.
"Dismount," he ordered.
At his command, the various merfolk, nymphs and daimons that made up their party began swimming off the whale's back. Some carried large trunks full of luggage.
Triton nodded in satisfaction as their followers carried out his order before turning back to Rhode.
"Shall we?" He asked, offering her a hand.
Taking his hand and offering him a smile, Rhode allowed her brother to escort her off the back of the whale.
As Rhode and Triton swam into the building, which the demigod belatedly realized was some kind of transportation depot, they were met by the two Ichthyocentaurs that served as Camp Fish-Blood's trainers who she recognized from the descriptions her brother had provided to her on the ride here.
On the left was Bythos, it's combat trainer. He had green skin and a scraggly brown beard, and long hair that was tied back with a seaweed bandana. A pair of lobster claws stuck up from his head like horns, turning and snapping at random. He had the forelegs of a blue-green horse, like a centaur, but toward the back, his horse body morphed into a long fishy tail about ten feet long, with a rainbow-colored, V-shaped tail fin.
Next to him was his brother Aphros, Camp Fish-Blood's music and poetry teacher. He was larger than his brother and his skin was a bluish color instead of green. He had abs and arms that were so heavily muscled that they would make even world-class bodybuilders envious and a square, brutish head that was crowned by a massive blue-black afro that almost covered his lobster claw horns. Strapped to his back was a large sheathed sword that just added to his intimidating appearance.
Talk about looks being deceiving. Judging from their appearances you'd think they'd be in charge of the exact opposite things in Camp that they are. Rhode thought with an amused smile as she and Triton swam over to the two Ichthyocentaurs.
"Lord Triton," the two brothers greeted with a respectful bow.
"None of that, Bythos and Aphros." Triton said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You two trained me. If anyone should be the one addressing the other with respect, it would be me that should be bowing to you."
With that he offered the two sons of Kronos a bow. One that Rhode emulated.
As Triton rose from his bow, Rhode noticed his mouth was twitching slightly as were those of Bythos and Aphros. Suddenly as if in sync the three burst into laughter before exchanging hugs in welcome.
"It is good to see you again, Triton." Bythos said as he embraced his former student.
"I am happy to be here." Triton said as he pulled back.
"Then you should visit us more often." Aphros said as he pulled Triton into his hug.
"I honestly wish I could." Triton said as he patted the buff Ichthyocentaur on the back before pulling back. "But my duties unfortunately don't allow me to do so as much as I'd like."
"That is the burden of leadership," Bythos said with a bitter chuckle.
"Sadly," Triton said with an equally sad laugh of his own.
"Enough talk of that," Aphros said with a shake of his head. "Let's talk about something else. Like this girl. Is she who I think she is?"
Triton put her hands on Rhode's shoulders and pushed her forward.
"Aphros, Bythos, I would like to introduce you to my littlest sister, Rhode Evans." Triton declared proudly.
Rhode blushed at the way Triton addressed her but offered her brother's two mentors another bow in greeting.
"It's an honor to meet you Aphros, Bythos."
"A polite little one isn't she?" Aphros said with a chuckle. "Guess brother Chiron is doing a pretty good job after all if he can manage to teach one of Lord Poseidon's blood her manners."
Rhode blushed as Bythos and even Triton nodded their agreement
"I wonder if that's all he's managed to teach you though, Miss Evans." Bythos said, eyeing her appraisingly. "Hmm… Mind giving us a demonstration of your skill?"
"What do you have in mind?" Rhode asked, cautiously.
"How would you like to spar with the best fighter Camp Fish-Blood has produced this generation?"
A chance to actually spar and not just practice against dummies like she'd been doing the last few weeks cooped up in Father's palace? She understood that her Dad was worried about her after the injuries she sustained in her fight with Electra and requested that she take it easy, so she had obliged. But now that she had a chance to cut loose a little? There was no way Rhode could say no to the offer.
"You're on!" Rhode said with her excitement practically pouring out of her.
A short while later, Rhode was changing into the complimentary ocean blue thigh length chiton emblazoned with Camp Fish-Blood's name that was the equivalent to Camp Half-Blood's Camp tee inside a changing room inside one of the Mer-Hero training camp's arena complex with some help from Estella and Thekla. Getting out of the dress she'd been wearing in a timely manner without them would have been a pain. They'd assured her that women back in the day managed it just fine and she just needed practice but Rhode was skeptical. It wasn't the only thing that she was feeling skeptical about today.
"So most Campers here at Fish-Blood just wear this?" Rhode asked as she allowed her handmaidens to slip the chiton onto her body.
When she'd first arrived in Atlantis letting them do something as intimate as this would have left her a blushing mess and she'd avoided it for days, but eventually they'd talked her into it by convincing her that it was part of their duties as her handmaidens.
"I mean I'd get it for the merfolk since bottoms would be impossible with their tails but what about the nymphs?" Rhode asked with the same skepticism as she had for what her handmaidens said about getting dressed in what in her mind she'd taken to calling her 'princess dresses'.
"It's true, my lady." Thekla assured her as she helped tighten the fasteners that held the chiton close to Rhode's body. "Chitons have been worn in this way by our people since ancient times."
"Yeah, but surely at least some people would, I dunno, try spicing things up with a pants or two?" Rhode asked with a frown as she stretched a little to test how the chiton fit.
"I'm sure they have," Estella told her. "But mostly they've kept to wearing just the traditional styles. That means usually it's just chitons. With the occasional peplos or himation. I'm sure it offers a better range of motion then pants."
"I guess." Rhode agreed as she finished her stretches, satisfied with the range of motion it offered her.
"Rhode, are you presentable?" Triton asked from the other side of the changing room door.
"Yup," Rhode confirmed. "Come on in."
Triton did as she bid and entered, a wide smile on his face as he eyed her up and down in all her chiton clad glory.
"You look fantastic," Triton declared proudly. "Truly you live up to being the first child of Father's since myself to have worn that."
"Huh?" Rhode blinked in confusion.
"Children of Father are banned from training at Camp Fish-Blood," Triton explained with a sad smile. "I was the only ever exception. As such, none of our brothers and sisters besides ourselves have ever worn one of Camp's ocean blue chitons. That you are is a great honor."
"So I'm being made an exception?" Rhode asked, a little frown marring her face.
"Not quite," Triton said with a shake of her head. "You aren't exactly being trained here at Camp are you? But just getting offered one of Camp's chitons as a gift for visiting is more than any of our other siblings can say they ever achieved."
"So either a loophole or some kind of exchange exhibition match?" The teenager pondered aloud.
Triton hummed. "I suppose that Aphros and Bythos would see that as worth bestowing a chiton on you. Though it could also be that they have chilled out in the couple hundred years since the last time a sibling of ours visited Camp. Either way does it matter? It is still an honor."
Rhode nodded, maybe all that time hanging with Dad's court got her thinking things a touch more politically than usual.
"But enough dallying," Triton said as he switched from thoughtful to excited in an instant. "Time for your match!"
As Rhode swam into the ring of the arena, she sized up her opponent. He was an incredibly handsome clownfish merboy named Bill that fought with a sword, an uncommon weapon for merpeople who as far as Rhode could tell seemed to mostly favor pole arms.
The moment Rhode entered the ring, Bill surged forward in a phenomenal burst of speed.
Rhode had barely managed to move Spellbound into a block before the merboy had finished closing the distance. Even with her water enhanced senses, Bill was moving so fast that he seemed like an utter blur to her. Her parry of his first swing was thus sloppy at best and while it managed to force him back, it did not create anywhere near the distance she'd have liked.
Her opponent was thus easily able to dart through her guard and slash at her before she could move her trident back into anything resembling a defensive position.
Thankfully Rhode wasn't limited to just her skill with her weapon. Reaching out with her powers she had a wave of water hurtle towards Bill. He evaded the attack but it had served its primary purpose and forced him back.
Holy Olympus! He's fast. Rhode thought as she stabbed at Bill with Spellbound only for the merboy to easily dart out of the way, swim behind her and attack her unguarded back.
Rhode reacted by turning her thrust into a spin but again her opponent proved faster than she was and evaded her weapon. But again the daughter of Poseidon called on her powers and turned her spin into the beginnings of a whirlpool
Despite his formidable speed, Bill couldn't escape the suction of the vortex and was sucked in, jostled around at high speed then sent crashing into the ground hard enough to crack the floor.
"Gotcha!" Rhode declared triumphantly as she swam towards Bill who lay on the ground groaning in pain.
"Actually, I think I'm the one who got you." Bill countered as he suddenly stopped faking being in pain and blurred away to appear with his sword pressed against Rhode's neck.
"You really shouldn't let your guard down, Lady Rhode." The merboy said in his quiet voice. "Even when you think you've won. You never know when the tables can be turned against you. Now yield."
"You're the theatrical type aren't you?" Rhode pouted a bit, but smiled with a sigh. "I yield!"
The observing crowds erupted in cheers even as Bythos called the match and declared Bill the winner.
"I gave you a good fight, I hope." The girl said, standing tall. She didn't want to seem too sore over the loss. It was rather humbling to be beaten so swiftly, but it was also a learning experience.
"It was one of the better ones I've had lately." Bill admitted as he removed his sword from Rhode's neck and sheathed it. "You aren't as skilled with your trident as you could be, but your mastery of your powers make up for it. Overall, you are quite a formidable opponent. It is why I didn't want to drag this fight out. If I did, it would've been likely that you would have overpowered me."
That soothed her ego a touch. Still, she nodded and swam a few feet away from Bill before turning around to face him.
"Congratulations on your win," she said whilst offering him her hand.
"Thank you, my lady." He said as he gripped it tightly as befitting a warrior.
They shook their clasped hands, causing the crowd behind them to erupt into a round of cheers for both of them.
After the spar, Rhode had taken a quick shower and changed into a fresh dress. Estella and Thekla insisted that she couldn't wear the same one from earlier. It was thus a little over thirty minutes later that she, Triton, and their entourage finally left the arena. Rhode was thus surprised to find Bill was also just now leaving, though that probably had to do with the swarm by his admirers that had waylaid him.
"My isn't someone popular," Triton noted with an amused chuckle as they watched the poor merboy struggle his way through the crowd of his fans.
"What's up with that?" Rhode asked, curiously. "I get that he'd be popular with how handsome and strong he is, but that over there is a little overboard isn't it?"
"Not if you think about it." Triton said with a shake of his head. "He is a clownfish merperson."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"It means, sister, that Bill has sequential hermaphroditism like a regular clownfish. Meaning that while he is a boy now, he'll be a woman by the time he's an adult."
"Really?" Rhode said, both flustered yet fascinated by this revelation.
"Indeed," Triton nodded before continuing. "That means that all those admirers are split into two very different groups. The girls want to have Bill's children now while he's still a boy while the boys want to get close to him now so that when he becomes a woman, she'll be the mother to their children. Or in other words, he has double the admirers. Hence the throng over there."
"Is this normal?"
"For as talented a clownfish merperson as Bill? Certainly." Triton said with a smile. "Same for any other of those merpeople who have sequential hermaphroditism, though those are pretty rare so I wouldn't call it common."
"As fascinating as the intricacies of Bill's love life must be," Bythos said as he and Aphros swam over. "We would like to have a word with you, Lady Rhode. That is if you'd be so kind."
"Of course," Rhode said immediately, knowing from her earlier discussion with Triton how much of an honor it was for a child of Poseidon to get the attention of the trainers of Camp Fish-Blood. "Now?"
"If you're available." Aphros said with a kind smile.
Rhode looked to Triton. He was the one in charge of their trip itinerary after all. He promptly gave her a nod in return.
"Lead the way," Rhode said as she turned back to the Ichthyocentaurs.
The brothers led her to what appeared to be their office inside Camp Fish-Blood's equivalent of the Big House, a modest classical Greek villa. The office was surprisingly cluttered. Considering the Ichthyocentaurs were Chiron's brothers and did similar jobs, Rhode would have thought they'd have been like the Trainer of Heroes and maintained a perfectly ordered office.
Guess they're more different than just being part fish. Rhode thought as Aphros and Bythos gestured for her to take a seat in front of their twin side by side desks that dominated one whole side of the office.
"So what would you two would like to talk about?" Rhode asked once the two trainers of Camp Fish-Blood finished taking their own seats.
"Just wanted to offer you some critique of your performance during your match with Bill just now," Bythos said as Aphros nodded.
"Okay," Rhode nodded, more than happy to hear whatever suggestions others offered to her on how she could improve herself.
"I think the most obvious, was what Bill told you at the end of the match about not counting your eggs before they hatch." Aphros offered. "But I have to ask, you're a witch aren't you?"
Rhode nodded.
"Then why didn't you use any magic?" Bythos asked with a frown.
"Uh, I wanted a more honest bout." Rhode answered weakly, unwilling to admit that using magic never even occurred to her.
"Really?" Aphros asked skeptically. "Any other reasons?"
"It didn't occur to me," Rhode confessed with a sigh.
"Why ever not?" Bythos asked, dumbfounded. "Magic is one of the most powerful, most versatile tools around. Wouldn't it be one of the, if not the, first thing that you'd call on in a fight?"
"I don't use magic much," Rhode said, feeling wary at the increasingly disapproving looks the two Ichthyocentaurs were shooting her.
"You let such a useful tool rust away?" Bythos asked, flabbergasted. "Are you a fool!?"
"Brother!" Aphros chided.
Rhode meanwhile winced. "I'm sorry?"
"Sorry? If one day when you are forced into a corner and magic would've saved you, you'll be sorry alright when you won't know how to use it." Bythos told her darkly.
Aphros sighed in frustration at the aggressive tone that his brother had taken and instead addressed Rhode.
"Lady Rhode, would you be willing to fix this hole in your training?"
If it gets me out of this office, I'll agree to almost anything. The daughter of Poseidon thought and gave a nod.
"Good," Bythos declared with a nod. "Then I'll be sending you a training regimen that will rectify this glaring weakness of yours. I want you to follow that."
"I will," Rhode agreed.
"Don't think you can just say that either," Bythos continued. "I'll send a copy to Chiron too. So he'll make sure you follow it."
"Thank you, like I said, I will." Rhode said, gulping nervously. "So, um, can I go?"
"Yeah, we're done here." Bythos said with a glare.
"Please forgive my brother, Lady Rhode." Aphros said with a sigh. "Thank you for visiting Camp Fish-Blood."
"Thank you for having me," Rhode replied, sincerely. "I'm glad to have had the chance. I hope that you two will continue to make more amazing Mer-Heroes like Bill."
Aphros smiled and even Bythos' dark look softened as Rhode stood and offered the two Ichthyocentaurs a bow before departing the office.
"Are Aphros and Bythos always so intense?" Rhode asked Triton as their entourage made their way towards their next stop on their tour later their afternoon.
"When they want to impart a lesson, yes." Triton confirmed. "They are very serious when it comes to teaching."
Rhode nodded with acceptance, settling her shifting skirt.
"So where are we visiting next?" Rhode asked, changing the subject.
"The El Hierro cyclopes' forge."
"Any reason in particular?" The brunette shifted a little, not being a big fan of cyclopes.
"It is our primary cyclopes' forge and by virtue of that is the biggest source of our military equipment." Triton said with a wry grin. "That and your Pallas Armor was damaged in your fight against Electra was it not? We can have the cyclopes fix it while we're there."
"That makes sense I guess," Rhode said with a frown even as their whale mount began its descent towards what appeared to be an underwater volcano just off the coast of what looked like an island.
"Here is your armor, Sister Rhode." The cyclops supervisor of the forge said as he handed the repaired Pallas Armor back to her.
Despite her misgivings dealing with cyclopes, Rhode couldn't help but be impressed. Her ruined armor looked as good as new. The hole that Electra had created with her railgun was gone. Heck, there was no sign that it was ever there! And the cyclopes had managed it within the hour that she and Triton had toured the facility? That was amazing!
Man! Gaige and Chuck would love it down here. Rhode mused. She felt a pang as she thought of her friends, but she had to hold out for now.
"You and your ilk do great work, brother." Triton said as he too examined the armor, "Good job indeed, Iraklis."
"It was a tough job. This is from the early days, Brother Triton. They really out did themselves for Lady Pallas at the time. Lady Electra would have obliterated a lesser armor!"
The cyclops had a happy grin on his face, as if working on the armor had been the best thing he had done in a long while.
And yeah, I knew that Dad had plenty of cyclopes kids but I'd never thought I'd meet one of them. Rhode thought as she processed the fact that the cyclops standing in front of her was her half-brother. Guess they aren't all bad. Still don't trust them though.
"Well, enough gawking at it on the stand there." Triton said with a laugh. "Put it on Rhode."
"Yes, put it on." Iraklis agreed. "We might have to make modifications to the resizing magic. That bit is always tricky so better to try it on and see if it's working right."
"Gotcha," Rhode said as she reached over to transform the armor back into its coin shaped disguise so she could then put it on when suddenly a voice filled with authority called to them.
"Stop at once!"
All three of the children of Poseidon standing in Iraklis' office turned to its source and found to their surprise the goddess Athena standing at the door glaring at them.
"Lady Athena, what are you doing here?" Triton asked the Olympian warily.
Athena's stony visage softened a touch as she turned to address Triton. He had been her foster father for a time, so it made sense she would act more warmly towards him.
"I am here Lord Triton because I want to be sure that your sister is truly worthy of Pallas' armor." Athena told her fellow god with a nod towards first Rhode then the Pallas Armor
"I suppose that is your right as her dearest friend," Triton said with a frown. "Though why now? Rhode has had the armor for months."
"I did not think it necessary until her actions almost led to its destruction." Athena admitted with a slight glare at Rhode.
"The damage wasn't that bad," Iraklis countered. "The armor would've automatically fixed itself given a century or two. It's a magic artifact after all."
"Centuries? With how much the girl wades into battle, it would be lucky to have scraps left with her clear carelessness." The goddess of battle sniffed.
"You're misinterpreting what Iraklis meant on purpose aren't you?" Triton sighed and rubbed his temples. "Don't answer that. We all know you did. Just tell us what kind of hoops you want Rhode to jump through to keep the armor."
The goddess of wisdom stood tall, a predatory gleam in those grey eyes that Bethy inherited.
"I have a test I want her to take." The Olympian said with a malicious grin. "Pass it, mortal, and I will let you keep the armor. Are you willing to take the challenge?"
Rhode exchanged a look with Triton who just gave a tired nod.
"I accept your challenge, Lady Athena." Rhode declared as confidently as she could manage, which to be honest wasn't much at all.
"SATs!? You want me to take the SATs now? On the spot!?" Rhode asked incredulously as Athena presented her with the test that she had prepared for her.
"You have been keeping up with your studies, correct?" Athena asked ever so innocently, but there was a touch of glee in her eyes. Like a cat playing with a canary, or fish in this case.
Rhode felt her eyebrows twitch in disbelief at the ridiculousness of the situation. Sure she was the age where most Americans took their SATs but they usually did so after months of prep. The daughter of Poseidon in contrast was about to take them with absolutely zero preparations whatsoever.
"Fine," she said with a resigned sigh. "I'll try my best."
"Good luck, sister." Triton and Iraklis both offered, earning them both a glare from Athena even as Rhode shot them a smile before diving into the tests.
"Impossible!" Athena said, shocked as she finished scoring the SATs. "How in the world did you manage to get a total average of 1520!?"
"Is that good?"
"That's enough to get into Princeton or Harvard," Triton said, sounding as shocked as Athena was.
Huh, I guess all that studying did pay off.
"Or I gave you some inspiration as the god of knowledge," Apollo said as he teleported into the office and shot Rhode a winning smile before looking at Athena with a disappointed look. "Honestly, Athena issuing such an unfair challenge? That was petty of you."
Oh, that was somewhat disappointing then. Though wasn't that cheating?
"Cheating for her, Brother?"
"Tom-ah-to, to-mah-to." Apollo said with a shrug. "You never said she couldn't get blessed. Or that any other god besides Triton over there couldn't intervene. Quite the oversight on your part. Tut, tut."
"Fine," Athena said, hissing in impotent indignation. "I admit defeat. Keep the Pallas Armor mortal. But know this. If you let it be so badly damaged again, you will answer for it. And next time, Apollo won't be there to save you."
With that threat, Athena teleported away.
"Always so easily riled up," Triton said with a wistful shake of his head. "Athena never changes."
"So she's been like this since she was a baby?" Apollo asked curiously. "You must tell me more Triton."
"Maybe next time Lord Apollo," Triton said with a smile. "But for now I think my poor sister has had enough Olympian drama for the day."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right." Apollo said after glancing at Rhode. "Maybe next time. Till then, see ya all. Byez~!"
With that Apollo too teleported away.
"Are there any more surprises?" Rhode said with a tired groan, rubbing her eyes. "'Cos I dunno if I can take anymore at this point."
Triton chuckled and patted her comfortingly on the back.
"Looks like there's at least one more I'm afraid," Iraklis said as he pulled his hand away from the earpiece he wore. "Thetis is here. She wants to see you, sister."
Rhode sucked in a fortifying breath.
I can do this. She told herself as she nodded to emphasize to herself her determination.
"Show her up."
Thetis arrived, her flowing silks moving like small waves around her. In her hands was the mosaic shield that Rhode knew most of her demigod life. It was fully repaired, returned to its absolute splendor, as she held it out to her.
"You're here to return the shield to me?" Rhode asked, eyeing the Shield of Achilles.
"Yes. It goes well with your armor. With either you cut a rather dashing figure, like something out of the early years of heroes." The Seer tittered, her eyes glazed as if lost in remembrance. "But with both? You'd surpass them all."
Seeing the shield that had saved her life so many times in the past years, whole and in its full glory, Rhode felt her throat tighten with want. But it also reminded her of how it had been destroyed and the shattered look on Thetis' face when she'd returned the broken artifact to her. In light of that there was only one thing that she could do.
"While it has served me well, it's still one of your son's greatest keepsakes." Rhode said with a shake of her head. "I think it's best you keep it."
Besides, after getting it destroyed in the first place? Rhode felt unworthy of it.
Thetis offered a pleased smile, her eyes shining with unshed tears, even as she kept her features as poised as ever. "Thank you, my princess. You are truly growing into a fine young woman."
Rhode didn't know what to say to that and just awkwardly nodded, thankfully Iraklis stepped in before things got worse.
"Let me see you out, Thetis." The cyclops said as he opened the door to his office for the Oceanid.
As Thetis departed, her beloved son's shield held firmly to her chest, Triton came over to put a hand on Rhode's shoulder.
"You did a very good thing there Rhode." Triton told her with a grin. "Rejecting Thetis' prophecy and the chance at greatness it offered to give her a chance to hold onto her last keepsake of her son? That was truly a noble thing."
Rhode blinked. When had she done that?
"That you don't even realize what you have done is just amusing as hell." Triton said with a chuckle.
Rhode blushed in embarrassment.
Seriously! What the hell did I just do?
Done and done! Thanks to Nameless and Axios as always!
And thus another couple of challenges for Rhode overcome! One both physical and mental! While her fight with the famous Bill was quick, you have to realize, Rhode is a jack-of-all-trades type of fighter between melee/magic/healing (think a Paladin, or Magus with healing from a D&D/Pathfinder parallels). She's got a lot of skills, but isn't slotted into just one. It's why she lost to a master swordsman/girl/fish like Bill. It was also why he said he had to finish quickly, the longer the fight, the more Rhode would control the flow of things. Added on he has been fighting trident users for a long while. Now Athena's side was funny, as for why Apollo was there to lend a hand? Athena's got a list of people who would love to see her humbled. As a fellow intelligence god, Apollo was among them and so decided to lend Rhode a hand.
Nameless: Things are going surprisingly well for Rhode during her stay in Atlantis so far, no? Unfortunately, things will start to go south for her soon. After all, there's no way things will always go well for a demigod for an extended period of time. They are cursed like that.
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