PasiveNox: Thank you!
FenrisFiltiarn: That she did xD, first time seeing how muscular his back had gotten over the long training. Well, you may have gone insane...but that doesn't make you wrong lol. We'll just have to see who all is present for the siege...
Sakra95: I will admit, due to how vague canon is I took some liberties with the whole reincarnated soul/descendant part. All canon states is that they have the souls of the heroes, but not how they got them. The reasoning in mine is that they inherited the soul by being a descendant, however distantly related. Almost like the soul acted as a sort of recessive gene if that makes sense. We'll have to wait and see, apparently she sent him somewhere he could have good dreams...
Mackdaddy3ful: I am so glad you've been enjoying it! I hope you like what awaits.
ahsoei: It is true, Despoina knew the attack was coming. When realizing there was someone who didn't care about her status...she decided to try and have one good day with them before it ended. She's never met someone like that at Olympus so she tried rushing the last day as much as she could.
Curse of Whimsey: Exactly, she isn't evil from her point of view, she really did appreciate his kindness. The sins of the past come back to bite them, definitely a lot going down in the chapters ahead. That is a good question...if she sent him somewhere he can come back from...
naruto: Thank you! He most certainly was when it came to Despoina, a hard lesson to learn for the future.
fanficcyberman: Thank you, I hope to not disappoint. :D
Firefox614: A good feeling it turned out. We'll have to see what that smoke could have been. :)
Exiled Soul Nomad: That is not too far off from the Swordspear I had in mind lol. Make the handle for Banryu longer than the blade, rearrange the design a bit with a bronze color and it's pretty close. xD
DJDrake: I do, love all the ancient mythologies especially Norse, Greek/Roman and Sumerian. There is just something fascinating about studying what was written literally thousands of years ago. I had never heard of those songs before now but they are VERY good...especially Brothers of Metal: Yggdrasil. Thanks for the great songs!
Raphaim: Thank you, I most certainly will! :D
And with that...onto the show!
It was chaos wherever she looked, not long after she had left to locate Thrud, the entirety of Olympus had shuddered as if racked by an immense earthquake. Rossweisse knew that could not be the case though she had been forced to fly to stabilize herself, the worst came after. Spartans rushed past her armed for war. Not long after, monsters started appearing amid the corridors of Olympus far greater in number than were stationed in defense of its halls.
"Rossweisse!" A familiar voice called out as she cleared a scouting party with spears of ice. Thrud and Hecuba were quickly approaching, Ratatoskr riding her shoulder. A half-dozen armored Spartans accompanied them.
"What happened?" She asked. It was clear the two had been fighting as well.
"The Khaos Brigade," Hecuba informed. "An army has breached the defenses and entered Olympus. They were beyond the fields and at the gates before we realized they were here, my men could not keep them out."
"How did they get through?"
"It was that sexy bitch Despoina!" Ratatoskr exclaimed from Thrud's shoulder. "I saw the whole thing; she opened the front door for em!"
"How many?"
"Too many," Hecuba reported though her voice was clearly full of restrained worry. "Only three lochos were stationed on Olympus for the talks, no more than three thousand. The rest are down on Earth and without a god to open the path they have no way to reinforce us."
"What about Dorian?"
An awkward silence fell over the group.
"He…went down to Earth to interrupt a Khaos Brigade meeting this morning," Thrud finally admitted with a heavy heart. "We knew a god was in on it so we tried to handle it ourselves. He was supposed to stop them from acquiring a means to reach the summit. If they are here then…"
Rossweisse's eyes went wide at her implication; tears welled within their depths she held back as a look of restrained anger warped her features.
"We can mourn him later," Hecuba turned to her men. "Form all companies and issue these commands, abandon non-vital districts of the palace and consolidate where we must. The armory, grand hall and primary junction must be held at all costs. Fulfill your duty."
"To victory!" The men behind her slammed their spears into the ground before rushing ahead to carry out her orders.
"If he is dead," Thrud muttered to Ratatoskr. "Nothing is going to save them, I don't care how many monsters they bring."
I'll become the biggest monster here, just like father in the old tales.
"I must lead my troops and take the fight to them. Perhaps we can win through sheer attrition if they can be lured into appropriate locations."
"I'll return to Lady Freyja, find out why the gods haven't joined us in battle," Rossweisse pushed aside her tears before one could fall. "Any army would be insignificant to them, something must have happened."
"Are the prison cells a vital district?" Rat asked Hecuba.
"No, it is too large to hold with no strategic value."
"Thrud, we gotta go there!" Rat jumped up and down on her shoulder. "The cute little harpy number is there! If they find her and learn that she talked…"
"She could have led Dorian right into a trap!" Thrud's anger was boiling with each second. "Why should I even bother…?"
"He would have."
Thrud locked a stare onto her passenger that could have killed him dead if she wanted. After several tense moments she sighed, he was right. "Stay safe, both of you."
"May the gods protect us all," Hecuba agreed as the three women scattered.
They did not have much time, Olympus was being overrun.
Elsewhere…
Dorian sat up, his head was pounding and his legs were sore as if he'd just run a marathon. He was in a brightly lit room as rays of sun were beaming through the window. The air smelled brisk and inviting, he must have forgotten to close the window last night. With the morning dew and gentle breeze blowing in it had actually worked for the better. He started to push himself up, only to feel a soft hand take his own, a gentle kiss on the back of it to soothe him.
"Finally awake," the love of his life whispered. Once she was done kissing his hand she lowered it down to give him a feel of her ample chest. She was absolutely incorrigible even first thing in the morning.
"Been watching me sleep again?" He laughed as she let his fingers wander. "You could wake me up if you wanted, you wouldn't have to lay there alone. I'd much prefer that…"
"Promises promises, but I am never alone," she teased. "Besides, this way I can watch your eyes flutter behind your lids. Having good dreams I hope?"
"I…think?" He answered, sitting up and removing his hand with a hint of remorse from them both. "I vaguely recall it had something to do with my first trip to Olympus, maybe…"
"Good Morning!" A cry interrupted him as two small girls no older than six or seven rushed in, jumping on the bed and wrapping him and his wife in a great hug. He suddenly felt thankful he had released his wife's breasts and gone no further.
"And how did you two sleep last night?" He asked as he rubbed their hair playfully.
"Real good dad! You guys missed Auntie Thrud, she was at the door!"
"What was she doing here?"
"To make sure the lovebirds weren't spending all their days in bed," Thor's daughter answered from the entrance. "The Allfather and Allmother send their best wishes."
"And they have been received," Dorian laughed as he tried to pull himself from bed. He failed briefly as his wife tugged him back down, planting a kiss on his lips before finally releasing him."
"Unfortunately I will need to speak with daddy dearest alone," Thrud apologized to the children. "Important business."
"I'll care for them," their mother remarked. "I hope it is good news."
"The best, I can tell you later."
Dorian followed the Hersir of Asgard's armies out the door, taking a final look back to ponder how he was so fortunate. His lovely wife and their children, it reminded him of back when…back…
When I compared her hair to moonlight? I must have been drunker than I remember, I don't recall the moon ever being purple after all.
Olympus Grand Hall…
The strain was excruciating, like flexing a single muscle for hours on end, only in this case it was requiring every ounce of their collected godly might, even then it was barely holding. The flame's collapse had been halted yet it still suffered from whatever poison had been introduced to it. They were hoping once it was closer to its previous size it could outlast the toxin but it had only just now started to improve and was growing at a painfully slow rate. The gods worked in silence, so draining was the attempt they could hardly speak.
"Lady Freyja!" Hersir Erland proclaimed as the remaining troops of Asgard filed into the hall. Once the call to arms had been sounded they had heeded the summons. While the rest of Olympus' defenders rushed to the frontlines they had made for Freyja. "Is there naught we can do to assist?"
Freyja shook her head; a mortal life would be insignificant to the flame. If any one of them attempted to assist they would be incinerated mind, body and soul within a matter of seconds.
"Help…in the defense," was all she could barely say with a pained groan.
Erland nodded obediently. "Half our company shall remain to protect the deities, the rest of you…with me!"
They complied with the command, many Valkyries staying behind the erect a barrier around them as the soldiers marched to the battle with a handful of others. They were nearly out the door as Rossweisse entered.
"Rossweisse," he barely nodded, now was not the time to stand on ceremony. "We could use your aid at the front, the defenders cannot hold."
"What of reinforcements from Asgard?"
"We have been unable to check in since the attack. Their forces must be interfering somehow, nevertheless I have no doubt they are aware of our plight."
"How would they know if we can send no word?"
Erland allowed a brief smile through his worry. "The Allfather is ever aware of the status of his queen, so close is their bond. In her current condition," he motioned over to Freyja's exertions aiding with the sickened flame. "His wrath will be kindled quite high. Alas they have no way through as long as Olympus' defenses remain raised."
"Then we must open the path for them, immediately."
"The heart of Olympus powers the barrier, we would need to deactivate it but there has been no word from there since the battle started."
"I will head there myself," Rossweisse's eyes burned with determination. She was no novice at warfare as a Valkyrie and her grandmother taught her well. She fully knew that their standing forces had no hope against what was arrayed before them. "Do you have any to spare?"
The frustration was evident even on the experienced soldier's face. He had so few at his command to begin with but for a chance at calling in their armies he could not ignore it.
"One shield formation, that is the most I can spare, the rest must remain here or head to the front."
"That must suffice, godspeed Hersir…for the good of Asgard."
"For the good of Asgard," he repeated as they parted, both set in their duties.
Olympus Cells…
Thrud performed a spinning kick, dropping two immense Minotaurs in her path, neither knew what hit them. Simultaneously, she slashed sideways, clipping an entire row behind her. All eight dropped to the ground as she dismounted to Ratatoskr's applause.
Rounding the corner, they realized to their horror that the entire passage leading to the prisons was packed with enemies wall to wall. She spotted Cyclops at the front, scores of humans in between and a pair of Chimera bringing up the rear. They were hideous, with the body of a lion and the head of a goat while their tail was that of a snake's. A single bite from their fangs or tail could prove deadly, but Thrud was done holding back.
Planting her bow in the marble, she drew the largest of her arrows. Unlike before when she whispered to it like a lover, this time only harsh tones escaped her mouth. Dark lightning shrouded its length, she drew it back as far as she physically could without breaking her weapon. Loosing the monstrous projectile, it tore through the first Chimera with no resistance, traveling through the entire column of enemies before lodging in the wall at the far end before disintegrating. The lightning crackled the entire way, jumping to even opponents that the arrow did not directly strike. By the time it completed its path, everything living that had been in the corridor crumpled to the floor and did not get up.
Ratatoskr whistled as she single-handedly dealt with the entire enemy force. "Got about a hundred more of those?"
"That was my last," she muttered quick and harshly as she approached the prison door. She shattered the lock as they had been given no keys. With the door warden gone, they had no other options to gain entry.
"You!" Aella hissed as Thrud barged inside.
"No time for unpleasantries!" Ratatoskr called out as Thrud picked up the harpy girl, tearing off her bindings in a single motion. "I'm afraid your family is here and they brought friends!"
The young harpy's eyes drooped at those words. "Merciful one?" *squawk*
"We don't know," Thrud admitted. "Whatever happened, they got through and are attacking as we speak!"
"Best get someplace safe; they are focused on fighting and pillaging. You should easily be able to sneak out; I doubt they'll recognize you as the one we captured right away."
"I…*caw* no run, perhaps can speak with flight."
"Is there even a chance of them listening?"
"Chaos of battle *squawk* can cause much misunderstanding. But they will not openly turn so long as our grand-sire remains among the battle. None would dare."
Ratatoskr and Thrud glanced back at each other, neither liking the implications of her statement.
"Grand-sire? Which one?"
Elsewhere…
"We followed your lead; the Khaos Brigade is no more. The last of their leaders have been dealt with."
"Fantastic to hear," Dorian smiled as he offered her a steaming cup of coffee. Ever since his first outing to Olympus and meeting them, the Khaos Brigade had been trying to create discord between the myths for years. "I can finally take a free day sometime soon."
"Might need more than one free day," Thrud remarked, her tone dropping to a more playful one. "Seeing as how Held number three is coming soon."
His cheeks exploded red. "How…how did you know?"
"She didn't tell me don't worry, I may be a goddess of war but I am also a woman, the signs were all over her face. Congratulations stud, she was the lucky one to nab you. I guess I just waited too long."
"Please stop," her words were not helping his modesty.
"Okay okay, but only because it looks like they are done," he heard his wife's melodious voice placate their children from the bedroom. Sure enough, it wasn't long before the three emerged with big smiles on their faces.
"She knows, no need to keep it a secret."
"I told you auntie would figure it out," his oldest called back.
"Then she can be present for the better news," she cooed while rubbing her belly. "Expect double."
Dorian's eyes lit up at her implication, unable to control himself he rushed over to plant another kiss on his wife's lips, brushing his hands through her perfect silver hair.
Wait…wasn't it just….he started to realize however the thought was quickly pushed from his mind by an outside force. Just like moonlight…
As he attempted to realize what felt off, Dorian found himself outside, a long meeting table stretched before him. At the end stood Lady Freyja in all her beauty awaiting his presence, embracing as he neared like the mother he never knew. Despite having suddenly shifted locales, it did not seem out of place from his point of view.
"The angels have made peace," she smiled. "They have joined our alliance along with the devils, fallen angels and Egyptian pantheon."
"That should be all of them then," Dorian overlooked the table, a pristine detailed outline of each myth and religion to join their united front. "Have we missed any?"
"None, thanks to your efforts, all of known creation is now united. Never again will wars begin solely for a difference in belief. When there is peace in Heaven, Earth will follow so to speak."
This is too good to be true, Dorian thought. Never did he believe that they could accomplish such in his lifetime. Freyja seemed to sense his trepidation.
"Does something trouble you?"
"My…wife," he brought up his confusion from that morning…had it been that morning? Time was running together for him. "Can you remind me how I met her?"
A look of pure anger flashed across Freyja's face but was immediately gone. Had it even been there to begin with?
"Why, you confessed your feeling back at Olympus, is your mind going so soon?" She chuckled.
"I…don't know," he answered truthfully. As he said that, a memory flashed in his mind clear as day.
An agreement, Zeus and Freyja shaking hands, but deceit was there, a weapon aimed for them. Dorian took the hit, the assassin thwarted but he nearly died. She was there, cradling him in her arms that kept him going; he could not help but tell her all of how he felt right then and there before the entire pantheon. Amazingly, he had survived and she remembered his every word.
But was she my goddess…or my Valkyrie? He did not notice the crack forming at Freyja's lips.
"But who was she? I…I don't feel right, nothing feels right. I want it to but…" He glanced about, the fields remained yet only now did he realize there was nothing around him except Freyja. Even the table had disappeared.
And then she was there with him, his one and only love, wearing a pearl-white wedding dress and he in a tuxedo fashioned after his armor. In that moment, his previous questions disappeared and no longer mattered. Freyja and Odin presided before everyone; Thrud, Magni, a restored Modi, his entire class, even Loki and Vidar along with the entirety of the Norse pantheon were there to give their blessing. Everything was perfect, they danced, laughed, kissed and under the cover of night he laid her down upon the marriage bed from which their first daughter was conceived.
The years passed and it did not even register how quickly in his mind, he recalled every moment without fail. His daughter's first birthday, her subsequent siblings, when she broke her arm trying to climb Yggdrasil for the first time and the slow recovery. His emissary duties serving Lady Freyja's unified task force under which he followed all his days. He always found time to serve as her retainer even if not as often as he once did. His wife was ever by his side, supporting him as he did her.
They grew old together, their children became revered within Asgard and all creation prospered like never before. They had their stumbles as all do, however nothing from which they could not recover all the stronger. Finally, as their daughter was risen to the ranks of the pantheon and their age had progressed…the two fell into slumber for the last time and passed peacefully beyond in each other's arms.
Olympus Primary Junction…
Hecuba pushed forward, spear impaling a nearby cyclops, it crumpled and did not get up again. So many had fallen that they used their bodies as a makeshift wall, but it was a delaying effort at best. They had been fighting non-stop and fatigue reared its ugly visage. Hecuba was panting, a deep bloody gash festering on her arm. She had lost her helmet causing her deep red hair to flow free, an ugly cut just above her left eye gave away how close it had been to taking her head with it.
What troops could be spared met the enemy and locked their shields, iron discipline in the cramped halls was their greatest asset against the horde of mismatched armies. The rabble had breached the entry hall before the defenders could react; her soldiers were only holding the main corridors barely. She had allocated her troops to each area she felt needed defended but knew full well even if they had all gathered as a single unit they could not hope to match even a fraction of the forces against them in open warfare.
There is more than one way past us and they are spreading out like a swarm. It's only a matter of time before they get behind us.
Harpy arrows rained from the skies, forcing them to take cover beneath their shields, yet a few always found their way in. Every monster and member of the army assailing them glowed with a red hue, their strength many times what they should be thanks to unseen spellcasters. Her soldiers were the finest the mortals of Olympus had to offer…and were falling one by one.
As the pressure increased, the enemy suddenly parted, opening a path all the way to the end of the hall. The ground almost shook as a duo of monsters rounded the corner, great hounds with three heads apiece eyes burning red with fire.
"Pups of Cerberus!" Hecuba cried out. "Javelins!"
Her troops complied, a hail of spears sailing from the further ranks. They had too few, enough lodged themselves into the heads to fell the first, however the second stood and roared, a deep light emerging from its three throats.
"SHIELDS!"
The wall of men hunkered down, their enchanted shields interlocked moments before a torrent of flame impacted them. Their bulwark held for only a few moments before the defense started to melt, the first dozen men fell backwards aflame, the rear rows pulling them back to put them out and tend to injuries. Thankfully after several seconds, the beast ceased its attack if only to catch a breath.
Hecuba could not allow a second attack.
"UP AND OVER!"
At her command, the soldiers in the front tilted their bronze shields as practiced. Hecuba took the chance, leaping atop the formation. With all her strength she spring-boarded off their angled shields and shot like a cannon towards the remaining hound.
The monstrosity of the underworld's middle head was already inhaling for a second attack, rearing back to release. Hecuba chose her moment, sword extended she impaled the beast's center neck, kicking off the hilt to drive it in further and avoid the vice-like jaws of the flanking heads with a back flip. The Cerberus opened its maw to unleash the flame that now found itself blocked by the xiphos lodged within it. Instead, the inferno built up within the creature, finally rebounding back down its throat. The effect was instant and spectacular as the dog of hell was set ablaze from the inside out.
Hecuba watched as it succumbed to its own flames, the same that had inspired Greek fire in her ancestors. Nothing could easily put it out; its body was so large the firewall blocked the entire path and prevented further assault. The Khaos Brigade's own attack had worked to cut off a path inward. With a heavy heart she retrieved a new sword from a fallen comrade, silently thanking him as hers had melted in the firestorm beyond.
"I need a dozen volunteers to remain here and ensure this remains secure!" She called out as her men approached. "The rest of us must…"
"Secure? My dear you could not be further from the truth."
Hecuba turned as a shape darted from the slain Cerberus passing through the conflagration as if it wasn't there. Hecuba scarcely had time to raise her shield, deflecting a blow so mighty it dented inward. The nearest three men of hers were not so fast and crumpled to the ground.
Emerging from the flames was a deceptively beautiful woman, the snake-like tail making up her lower half causing her to tower over the stalwart company. Already, the rear guard were dragging the fallen men back for aid, the rest with shields raised and spears ready. Her black and red eyes bored into each man present, looking them up and down as if gazing upon a feast.
No, Hecuba paled. She recognized her foe as did every fighter in her company. The grand-sire of the greatest beasts and monsters to plague their people since the dawn of time.
"I suppose they must be serious for the mother of monsters to reveal herself," Hecuba remarked, the confidence in her voice never betraying the uncertainty in her heart. "Didn't Hera kill you, Echidna?"
"Her inept giant assumed he slew me as I slept," she laughed, her voice was melodious yet ominous in how it hissed and echoed as if she were underwater. Echidna loomed over them, claws and fangs extended for combat. "Twas but a shell I had shed long before though served its purpose."
If only I had my ancestor's sword, Hecuba screamed in her mind, cursing her failure at having located it despite years of searching. Echidna was beyond any of her men, if they remained they would die. She could not allow that, with how few they had to spare each life would be even more precious than it already was. Even with the spirit of Hector within her, the odds she could defeat such a beast were...
"Obey my command!" She shouted back to her troops. They clearly wished to aid their commander, yet the fear at a primordial being like Echidna staring at them with her black eyes put fear in any man or woman no matter how brave. "Withdraw to reinforce the secondary and tertiary corridors. I shall deal with her."
"But Chiliarch!"
"OBEY!" She repeated, causing her soldiers to shirk back. "Use any means you can to try and replicate what we did here to cut them off!" Hesitantly they turned, spreading out to repel the force that was already working to find alternate routes around the flames.
The progenitor of their nightmares swiped her tail, forcing Hecuba to duck, only barely avoiding the same fate as the fresco and wall above her as it was pulverized. With a twirl of her blade, Hecuba cut sideways across the anaconda-like tail before stabbing downward as hard as she could. The effort only succeeded in shattering her expertly crafted sword. The moment of hesitation allowed a follow-up swing to catch her in the chest, bending her armor inward as she was thrown into the back wall. Thankfully it put her within reach of a new sword she quickly claimed.
"I have feasted well on the children of legendary heroes," Echidna mocked as she licked her lips, encircling Hecuba like a python after having cornered a mouse. "But never from the line of Hector…and a virgin to boot." I thank you greatly for the meal that is to come…"
Frontlines…
"Report," the imposing dark-haired man commanded of his men.
"They resist against the inevitable," a surprisingly eloquent cyclops with two heads reported, rotating between the two speaking at seemingly random intervals. "We push forward in all sectors save the primary halls which have been blocked by hellfire. We have been circumventing the barrier through other passages."
"You will be upon the pantheon soon?" Despoina asked. The two had remained back to allow their forces to soften the Olympian defenders before proceeding.
"That is an absolute certainty, though that is where they fight the hardest," he swore. "They are also reinforcing where they can to prevent us access to the armory and Ambrosia stores though have abandoned all else."
"And the heart of Olympus?"
The cyclops sneered. "We took it before they could reinforce the location. Their outer barrier is ours to command."
"Excellent, ensure it remains up. It would not do for them to receive outside aid. Send what troops you can to the Ambrosia stores to split their troops further but keep the bulk against the armory and Grand Hall." He turned towards Despoina. "Perhaps it is time we took the field my dear. We could crack open the armory before making our way to the Grand Hall."
Despoina scowled, it had been her hope to reach the Grand Hall first but the defenders were more tenacious than she had hoped.
I should have expected it…their devotion to Hecuba was inspiring. If she still stands, they will fight. I hope she survives, once the gods are dead I am certain she will see reason.
"We should not need them, but if you are so excited over a few hunks of metal be my guest."
"Excellent," her terrifying benefactor bowed politely. "As they say, ladies first."
Hallways near the Armory…
A pair of sirens fell as Thrud cleaved their wings off, her blades crackling with energy. They had attempted to appear as her ideal man, but she knew the deception and had struck before looking too close, lest the rage of war consume her fully.
Look like him all you want, I know he's not here.
She kept the bow on her back; however her arrows had long ago been expended. She had managed to come across a force that tried to bypass the main halls en route to the armory. She didn't want to imagine what they would do with weapons comparable to their Runic Blades. Ratatoskr accompanied her and rode along on her shoulders. Thrud had to admit he was surprisingly observant, able to smell approaching enemies a mile off from the mixed scents of their army.
"Maybe we could acquire a few of those Olympian Legendary Weapons," Ratatoskr offered. "We are running on fumes as is."
"Knowing our luck most of them are cursed except to the intended wielders," Thrud remarked as they ran. "If you want to risk it, be my guest."
"Hey, if I spot one for the god of rodents and masculinity I'm going for it. The ladies always enjoy a large…DUCK!"
Thrud complied, dropping into a slide moments before the wall to her left crumbled. The fist belonging to the one responsible hit empty air where she would have been if not for the warning. A dozen women towering over Thrud burst through with more following, forcing her back. Her sword sang, shattering the lesser-blade of the first as the remainder pulled back to the new opening in the wall.
"Fast for an Asgardian," the hulking wall of muscle remarked as he entered the hole he had made in the millennia-old marble. "And the daughter of Thor…I really hit the jackpot this day!" The tall Amazons fell into a defensive formation around him.
"Faster than you," she eyed her opponent up and down. "You look a little bigger than most of the small fry leaping into the grinder."
"I am far more than that," he announced almost theatrically as if he were showing off. "I am Heracles and there are none stronger!"
"Ah, one of the bastard descendants with a god-complex that couldn't be bothered to show up?" She retorted harshly while eyeing his entourage. "So you were in on this as well with your little bodyguards?"
"They have certainly been VERY handy to keep around, though I don't need them to deal with you." He motioned for the women to stand down, bringing his fists to bear against her.
"I'll make sure his bimbo brigade stay clear if they try anything," Rat whispered as he leapt from her shoulder.
"You are pretty cocky," Thrud readied her stance. "This Khaos Brigade give you a little confidence boost?"
"That's not all they gave me," Heracles' wicked smile spread as he threw his arms outward, a strange fire-like aura started shimmering around him.
Thrud did not wait for his attack, sprinting forward she slashed with her lightning blades aiming straight for his heart. Amazingly, Heracles did not attempt to dodge; rather he brought both of his fists together, pincering her sword from both sides before it could connect. As he impacted, a deafening explosion erupted at the point of contact. Thrud dropped the shattered remains of her weapon and jumped back, she had been around Dorian enough to realize what he had done."
That aura…since when did he have a Sacred Gear?" She sunk her remaining sword into the ground and unlatched her bow, clearly useless for what she faced.
"Variant Detonation, rather fitting for one with no weapons would you not agree? I won't need anyone's help to beat you to death."
Dorian is lost far from aid while his friends battle for their lives as Olympus' defenses crumble around them…as always Read and Review…but most of all Enjoy! :D