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the third of july, 2020. it was the middle of the summer, but you could definitely tell, stepping one foot into the camp half-blood’s grounds. the remainder of spring’s coolness had by now sifted away and left behind nothing but the clingy humidity of early july, and the kids at camp half-blood were more than itching to let off some steam. it’s only been a few days- five, exactly- since the nymphs came running into the cabin areas, shrieking for help. you remember it clearly: waking up to their shrill screams, and groggily trudging out of your cabin just to hear that the camp’s barriers were cracking for the first time in ten years. since then, and even starting from a few weeks ago, whispers and rumors had found their way to creeping into everyone’s ears. you didn’t know exactly what was up, but everyone certainly had their theories, and a lot of them weren’t necessarily good for reputations.
some people thought that the elder titans were done hiding, and some people thought that the primordial gods had finally found resurgence. whatever the case, with the camp jupiter mediators coming down two days ago, and the rift growing faster by the minute, things were growing chaotic, to say the least. chiron was undoubtedly dumbfounded with ways to try and calm everyone down, and for some reason, a mandatory camp meeting assuring everyone that their impending doom wasn’t coming anytime soon didn’t do much to assure everyone that their impending doom wasn’t coming anytime soon. the adults and head counselors had spent hours racking their brains on how to fix things and what to tell the campers, and suddenly, it was friday. what better way would there be to welcome the incoming roman demigods and calm down everyone’s worries, than to let the emissaries in on a ‘friendly’ game of capture the flag?
both teams stood at their opposite ends of zephyros creek. the game hadn’t even started yet, but the fall air was already tense- even tenser than usual- with campers on either side impatiently tapping their feet or pacing around relentlessly. sure, capture the flag was never completely civil (what would you expect, putting together a group of kids with superpowers and unchecked adhd?), but all the events coming up to now definitely weren’t going to help with that. everyone had been wandering around their starting places for nearly two hours now, anxiously awaiting the sound of the horn, or going over the game plan with their teammates. whatever the case, no one could tell what was in store.
some people thought that the elder titans were done hiding, and some people thought that the primordial gods had finally found resurgence. whatever the case, with the camp jupiter mediators coming down two days ago, and the rift growing faster by the minute, things were growing chaotic, to say the least. chiron was undoubtedly dumbfounded with ways to try and calm everyone down, and for some reason, a mandatory camp meeting assuring everyone that their impending doom wasn’t coming anytime soon didn’t do much to assure everyone that their impending doom wasn’t coming anytime soon. the adults and head counselors had spent hours racking their brains on how to fix things and what to tell the campers, and suddenly, it was friday. what better way would there be to welcome the incoming roman demigods and calm down everyone’s worries, than to let the emissaries in on a ‘friendly’ game of capture the flag?
both teams stood at their opposite ends of zephyros creek. the game hadn’t even started yet, but the fall air was already tense- even tenser than usual- with campers on either side impatiently tapping their feet or pacing around relentlessly. sure, capture the flag was never completely civil (what would you expect, putting together a group of kids with superpowers and unchecked adhd?), but all the events coming up to now definitely weren’t going to help with that. everyone had been wandering around their starting places for nearly two hours now, anxiously awaiting the sound of the horn, or going over the game plan with their teammates. whatever the case, no one could tell what was in store.
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Standing straight up, Michael felt like he was buzzing with energy. There were a few times a day when he felt like he could jump ten feet in the air, and this was one of them. Capture the flag was exciting, and it was a good break from the dread as the barrier fractured, bit by bit. He was hoping to be able to release some of the stress that was building up, and the game was the perfect oppurtunity.
Some of his teammates were discussing strategy or something. Personally, Michael didn't care about that; why does it matter who goes where and when? You just go for the flag; nothing else mattered. Play to your strengths, combat theirs, utilize their weaknesses, capture them. No maiming, no killing, but paralyzing them with an electric shock was fair game. That was probably what'd he'd do. But the planning kept the brainy kids satisfied, so he rolled with it.
Michael glanced at the flag, leaning against the corner of a nearby tree. He knew that they were going to put it up there, and since there were only a few more minutes...
Climbing up the tree with ease, he looked across to where the blue team would be. They still hadn't put up their flag. Or maybe it was just on the ground. Michael finally reached the area where it started to get treacherous and took out Kusanagi, stabbing it into the tree trunk with a wince and a quick prayer to Demeter to forgive him. After taking it back out he stuck the pole of the flag inside and started climbing back down.
After touching down to the ground he sat on the ground, resting for a few seconds before the match would start.
Some of his teammates were discussing strategy or something. Personally, Michael didn't care about that; why does it matter who goes where and when? You just go for the flag; nothing else mattered. Play to your strengths, combat theirs, utilize their weaknesses, capture them. No maiming, no killing, but paralyzing them with an electric shock was fair game. That was probably what'd he'd do. But the planning kept the brainy kids satisfied, so he rolled with it.
Michael glanced at the flag, leaning against the corner of a nearby tree. He knew that they were going to put it up there, and since there were only a few more minutes...
Climbing up the tree with ease, he looked across to where the blue team would be. They still hadn't put up their flag. Or maybe it was just on the ground. Michael finally reached the area where it started to get treacherous and took out Kusanagi, stabbing it into the tree trunk with a wince and a quick prayer to Demeter to forgive him. After taking it back out he stuck the pole of the flag inside and started climbing back down.
After touching down to the ground he sat on the ground, resting for a few seconds before the match would start.
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Cassius could feel that familiar nervous energy buzzing around his compatriots as they waited these last few agonizing minutes. That pre-battle anxiety was well-known to him, and although it was impossible to rid yourself of it entirely, he had gotten pretty good at dealing with it. Although, it wasn't just simple nerves that had everyone riled up. There was something more, and even a blind man could see what it was. The barrier had begun to fade, the protections around the Greek's camp had begun to wane. Why then were they out here, playing a game? It was the question on the mind of most of his fellows, and on his as well. But that strange centaur Chiron was the leader in this place, and so Cassius would defer to his authority on the matter. Plus, it would be nice to test his mettle against the Greeks, and even against a small few of his fellow Romans. Besides, fighting alongside someone had this strange way of connecting you, of forging a bond of steel between comrades in arms. That seemed to be something that was desperately needed, too. Many of the demigods were unorganized, chaotic, free-spirited and some were even downright rude. They needed to be broken down and rebuilt into true soldiers if they ever wanted to fight together like a well-oiled machine. But, he had to continually remind himself even in just these last two days since he'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood, it was not his place to lead these people. At least, not yet. First, he would have to prove himself, earn their respect, and show them why they should follow his words. This little game would be a perfect opportunity to do so, and he was determined to succeed here and now.
A girl's voice tore him from his thoughts, and he could hear her begin to complain about all the tactics and strategy the blue team was attempting to employ. She seemed impatient, and at least a bit reckless. Although he himself possessed similar traits, he had also trained himself to the best of his ability to avoid acting out. Cassius waited for a moment to see if anyone would respond to her, his armored head turning to look left and right, hearing no rebuttal, he decided to speak up himself. "You really should follow the plan. It's a good one, I'm sure you're strong and skilled, but those attributes are not nearly as effective without proper direction. Do your job, play your part, and then you can do whatever you want afterwards." It was difficult for him to stop himself from adopted that sort of imperious, commanding tone he usually employed on his own legionaries, but he had delt with insubordinate soldiers before, and he knew their rebellious nature often made directly commanding them work against you. With that being said, he once again rested his hand atop the pommel of his sheathed gladius, giving some responses to his fellow blue team members when they spoke.
To the girl laying on the rock he responded, "Did you know that in Rome, it is said that your father kills soldiers who fall asleep at their posts?" he asked, though he presented himself as a mature leader, he wasn't entirely above a bit of teasing. Though he wasn't sure if she'd realize that he was joking or not, he tended to be pretty bad at conveying that. Cassius caught sight of one of the few truly familiar faces here in Camp Half-Blood, and he smiled towards Callus, giving him a respectful nod in greeting. But once again some more words from a different source drew his attention away. "Don't second guess yourself, you can't afford that. Being polite is good and all, but sometimes the more...wild soldiers will exploit that kindness." Cassius said in an even tone as he approached the master of their battle-plan, a man named Aurum. His heavy footfalls causing the rustling of his Lorica Segmentata, the Roman equivilent of a medieval european knight's plate armor, though admittedly, not as advanced. "As a leader, you're already being second-guessed by every clever teenager who thinks they know better than you. The moment you begin questioning yourself, you lose your ability to command..." The large roman man trailed off for a moment,"but I suppose this is not the military." he added, in a tone that made it obvious he sort of wished that it was.
"It is a good plan, though. I just hope enough of us stick to it in order for it to be successful. Regardless, I'll take care of that child of Nike. Some magic bullshit ability is no substitute for skill and technique." Cassius said with a grin.
A girl's voice tore him from his thoughts, and he could hear her begin to complain about all the tactics and strategy the blue team was attempting to employ. She seemed impatient, and at least a bit reckless. Although he himself possessed similar traits, he had also trained himself to the best of his ability to avoid acting out. Cassius waited for a moment to see if anyone would respond to her, his armored head turning to look left and right, hearing no rebuttal, he decided to speak up himself. "You really should follow the plan. It's a good one, I'm sure you're strong and skilled, but those attributes are not nearly as effective without proper direction. Do your job, play your part, and then you can do whatever you want afterwards." It was difficult for him to stop himself from adopted that sort of imperious, commanding tone he usually employed on his own legionaries, but he had delt with insubordinate soldiers before, and he knew their rebellious nature often made directly commanding them work against you. With that being said, he once again rested his hand atop the pommel of his sheathed gladius, giving some responses to his fellow blue team members when they spoke.
To the girl laying on the rock he responded, "Did you know that in Rome, it is said that your father kills soldiers who fall asleep at their posts?" he asked, though he presented himself as a mature leader, he wasn't entirely above a bit of teasing. Though he wasn't sure if she'd realize that he was joking or not, he tended to be pretty bad at conveying that. Cassius caught sight of one of the few truly familiar faces here in Camp Half-Blood, and he smiled towards Callus, giving him a respectful nod in greeting. But once again some more words from a different source drew his attention away. "Don't second guess yourself, you can't afford that. Being polite is good and all, but sometimes the more...wild soldiers will exploit that kindness." Cassius said in an even tone as he approached the master of their battle-plan, a man named Aurum. His heavy footfalls causing the rustling of his Lorica Segmentata, the Roman equivilent of a medieval european knight's plate armor, though admittedly, not as advanced. "As a leader, you're already being second-guessed by every clever teenager who thinks they know better than you. The moment you begin questioning yourself, you lose your ability to command..." The large roman man trailed off for a moment,"but I suppose this is not the military." he added, in a tone that made it obvious he sort of wished that it was.
"It is a good plan, though. I just hope enough of us stick to it in order for it to be successful. Regardless, I'll take care of that child of Nike. Some magic bullshit ability is no substitute for skill and technique." Cassius said with a grin.
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"all i do is finesse, man."
Zayne's grip on his spear was tighter than ever. With the thinner point of the spear facing up, and forwards, the body of the spear tucked neatly under his armpit, and the bladed edge facing towards the edge, Zayne was currently just trying to focus and memorize the plan. His eyes were thin, and staring nowhere in particular as the group bickered and chatted off with one another. During his training he'd learned to channel his anger in a way that'd amplify the force of his attacks, but in order to do so it helped to keep his mind sold on that single thought. Ever so often a whipping sound cut through the air as Zayne twirled the spear again and again, jabbing with the pointed end and slashing with the bladed edge.
In spite of the fears of a potential threat looming over Camp Half-Blood, Zayne had been looking forward to the event for a while now. He'd cleaned up his fighting, and pushed away most of his bad habits. Where his fighting once relied mostly on his strength, and resulted in loads of collateral damage, Zayne had improved his close quarters and spear-fighting in a way where he could deliver more concentrated blows without tearing up the floor, or accidentally shattering a tree. Though he'd never admit it, part of what fueled him were the rumours that often circulated around him. Being as reserved as he was he never outwardly had the chance to defend himself when campers pushed the notion that he was more Cyclopes than demi-god due to his strength. He was never a monster-- nor did he ever ask to be with any of the other supernatural misfits.
The plan was one that didn't necessarily sit well with Zayne, but wasn't overwhelmingly trash either. He liked the idea of sneaking off on his own, with Victor sneaking in his own direction. Being alone and in a body of water only seemed like a dream to him, and provided loads of surprise attack opportunities. It helped that people couldn't make out his reflection in the water-- following the stint with Aphrodite those two years ago. What irked him the most though was the idea of the defenders left by the flag. He wasn't able to recollect just how capable they were to fulfill the job, but being on offense was always the best part of Capture the Flag. At the sound of anything going wrong, Zayne would ditch his offensive efforts to join the defense.
At the sound of the voice all too familiar Zayne ceased the swinging of his spear, resting it in its dormant position under his shoulder. "S'long as you do your job properly nobody'll have to kill nobody, Ky." He said simply while keeping his eyes fixed on the grounds in front of him. Undoubtedly Zayne admired Kyra's enthusiasm towards the battle, but the idea wasn't the same at any resentment towards the team. Like he'd been taught before it was far more efficient using one's anger towards the enemies, not friendlies. "I guess old habits die hard, daughter of Enyo and all. Just don't kill your teammates first."
In spite of the fears of a potential threat looming over Camp Half-Blood, Zayne had been looking forward to the event for a while now. He'd cleaned up his fighting, and pushed away most of his bad habits. Where his fighting once relied mostly on his strength, and resulted in loads of collateral damage, Zayne had improved his close quarters and spear-fighting in a way where he could deliver more concentrated blows without tearing up the floor, or accidentally shattering a tree. Though he'd never admit it, part of what fueled him were the rumours that often circulated around him. Being as reserved as he was he never outwardly had the chance to defend himself when campers pushed the notion that he was more Cyclopes than demi-god due to his strength. He was never a monster-- nor did he ever ask to be with any of the other supernatural misfits.
The plan was one that didn't necessarily sit well with Zayne, but wasn't overwhelmingly trash either. He liked the idea of sneaking off on his own, with Victor sneaking in his own direction. Being alone and in a body of water only seemed like a dream to him, and provided loads of surprise attack opportunities. It helped that people couldn't make out his reflection in the water-- following the stint with Aphrodite those two years ago. What irked him the most though was the idea of the defenders left by the flag. He wasn't able to recollect just how capable they were to fulfill the job, but being on offense was always the best part of Capture the Flag. At the sound of anything going wrong, Zayne would ditch his offensive efforts to join the defense.
At the sound of the voice all too familiar Zayne ceased the swinging of his spear, resting it in its dormant position under his shoulder. "S'long as you do your job properly nobody'll have to kill nobody, Ky." He said simply while keeping his eyes fixed on the grounds in front of him. Undoubtedly Zayne admired Kyra's enthusiasm towards the battle, but the idea wasn't the same at any resentment towards the team. Like he'd been taught before it was far more efficient using one's anger towards the enemies, not friendlies. "I guess old habits die hard, daughter of Enyo and all. Just don't kill your teammates first."
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The day started off like any other with Nawa waking up in a feverish sweat caused by yet another random yet eerie dream. Demigods were always susceptible to a prophetic dream here and then but now it was getting intense. Her dreams felt tiring like her brain was a bit too overactive and she often woke up more tired than she was before. Regardless of the pit in her stomach and groggy mind she started cleaning up and preparing for the big event: capture the flag. She had pitched different game ideas to Chiron but they had fallen on deaf ears for the past 4 years. Had he taught the legendary Achilles and her grandfather, Asclepius, by making them fight over flags as well? The thought made her laugh and lightened her mood, at least for an instance.
After she washed her face, managed to force her hair into a braid, watered the plants, and pulled on her leather armor and grabbed her staff she was finally out the door. She stopped by the healing tent to grab some of her vials and quickly shoved them into the small pouch she wore before heading towards the creek. Despite the strange events going on, at least this game would be a return back to normal, at least for a few moments. She couldn't stop her mind from wandering on the walk as one does when alone and worried. The more she pondered, the more worried she got but as the creek and her fellow demigods came into view, she abruptly shoved down her worries and left only a pleasant smile on her face. She greeted everyone, even her "enemies" and headed to her teams frontlines. Her team was a promising but headstrong bunch which Nawa had learned to deal with and kind of appreciate. There were Percy Jacksons, and then there were the others, the supporting cast. And supporting was what Nawa did best.
She swung by the offensive team first who were what she assumed were bickering.
"Save your confrontation for the battle field," Nawa chirped at the group but was more or less aiming her message for the daughter of enyo who was just as dangerous & aggressive as she was attractive. Nawa hated violence herself but some people just made it look good. "I brought vials if you want them, the boost only last ten minutes max and you'll be depleted after so make it count." She deposited enough for the offense team on the nearby tree stump before making a beeline to her defensive spot. Giving people vials always sparked anxiety in her chest. She had her power for four years and could never get over how weird it was and what others thought of it. She was a reverse vampire that went around giving people her blood to ingest?? She assumed everyone thought she was a nut job but they tended not to care when they were barely conscious in the healing tent and ambrosia wasn't up for the job. Her only consolation was that it didn't taste that bad...it had no taste actually. It felt like inhaling dry ice vapor actually (she got many weird looks from people when she stated she drank her own blood before but it was for SCIENCE) so it couldn't be too bad...right? She dropped two more vials off at the tree for Andreja & Mari and relayed the same message she had given the offense team before once more darting off. Emmett was nowhere to be found and so she got to work securing the perimeter while avoiding Mari's traps. After getting a good idea of her surroundings and the layout, she held her staff out and murmured exsuscito. The silver snake rippled and green and brown scales slowly emerged and the snake let out a hiss as it gazed at Nawa, who happily gave it a scratch under the chin that it never quite understood but didn't object.
"Hi there buddy, could you be my lookout? Once you sense them head back so we can be prepared." The snake hissed seemingly in agreement and slid down the staff and disappeared in the grass. Nawa turned back and made her rounds as she awaited her roman partner.
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Walking back to the rest of the group, Michael looked up at the sky. One of the perks of being a son of Zeus? You always knew the time. Three minutes until they started. He was trembling in tredipation and also a little in nervousness. Pre-battle jitters were the worst.
Kyra, his offense buddy, glanced around at their little group and said, "If any of you mess this up I will happily lose my dessert for the week to kill you."
Michael rolled his eyes, knowing that it was an empty threat. "Whatever," he muttered under his breath as Zayne said something to her.
After he'd finished with his sentence, Michael said, "We should get to our positions. The game starts in three minutes." He turned Kusanagi into its stone form and looked at the sun, judging distances using his navigation senses. "Kyra and I are supposed to go this way," he pointed towards one direction, and then he swung ninety degrees to his right. "You two are supposed to go that way."
Without waiting, he started running as fast as he could towards his destination, barreling through the forest and making a lot of noise in the process. His nervousness started to rescind a little. This close to game time, he couldn't dwell on anything. You just had to do it.
Arriving at the approximate area, Michael stopped and leaned against the tree, waiting and conserving his strength. He could hear the stream about five meters ahead of him.
Kyra, his offense buddy, glanced around at their little group and said, "If any of you mess this up I will happily lose my dessert for the week to kill you."
Michael rolled his eyes, knowing that it was an empty threat. "Whatever," he muttered under his breath as Zayne said something to her.
After he'd finished with his sentence, Michael said, "We should get to our positions. The game starts in three minutes." He turned Kusanagi into its stone form and looked at the sun, judging distances using his navigation senses. "Kyra and I are supposed to go this way," he pointed towards one direction, and then he swung ninety degrees to his right. "You two are supposed to go that way."
Without waiting, he started running as fast as he could towards his destination, barreling through the forest and making a lot of noise in the process. His nervousness started to rescind a little. This close to game time, he couldn't dwell on anything. You just had to do it.
Arriving at the approximate area, Michael stopped and leaned against the tree, waiting and conserving his strength. He could hear the stream about five meters ahead of him.
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izzie, aurum, & rissa
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"Izzie,"
Aurum muttered, a slightly worried tone apparent. "Are you going to be okay?" he added, trying to gently push the petite girl upwards. “I’m sorry, this was all I could think of. I’d change the rules if I could,” he sighed as he referred to the rule that specified the maximum number of defenders. More than half of his team weren’t suited for full-blown combat, and he thought it would be great to have all of them defend the flag in one instance. Alas...
Izzie glanced down at the guy, tilting her head with a small half-hearted smile. “Yeah, I’m fine- don’t worry about me,” she retorted, shooting him a quick thumbs up. Sure, Capture the Flag wasn’t ‘her thing,’ but being up in the trees and watching out for enemies was a better position than any. Izzie sighed, nodding her head in affirmation. Yeah, she’d be fine. “Try not to kill yourselves while I’m on the lookout.”
“As long as you’re okay…” Aurum replied back. “I’m guessing you’ll be able to make anyone sleepy once they pass through here?” A certain scenario was playing in his mind as he let the question escape his lips. Izzie getting them drowsy would be more than enough, and could prove key to successfully defend against some of the more powerful offsprings. Aurum would hardly have any winning chance against Michael and his thunder shenanigans, but with her and Rissa’s help, it should be no harder than tending to a flock of sheep. “Don’t force yourself, though. I don’t want you passing out on us.”
Izzie’s eyes shifted from Aurum to the forest ahead of her, anxiously listening for the sound of the distant rustling trees. Some of the kids in team two were undeniably ’troublesome’- she knew that it would take more than just some punches to hold them off, and if she could make them even a tiny bit more tired before they could get to Aurum and Marissa, then their chances of winning could skyrocket exponentially. “Yeah, that’s the plan,” she nodded, pursing her lips together as she looked back down at him. “I’ll be fine, Aurum. I’ll holler at you guys if I need some help, though. Stay safe.”
“Back at you. Meet you at the winners’ banquet,” said the adolescent as he disappeared between the trees. The horn finally rang, signaling that the game started. A boiling sense of excitement stirred inside him as Aurum’s adrenaline levels skyrocketed-- admittedly, it could have been bowel movement and not the former.
“I’m back. Things going okay?” Aurum hastily rushed over to Rissa’s side, fidgeting as he got closer to the craftswoman so as to not activate any traps she might’ve placed. He glanced down to see three identical flags prominently placed, forming a triangle. “Anyone can see you’ve got Hephaestus’ best genes. I’m amazed.”
From where she was crouched on the ground in front of one of the flags, Marissa snorted softly. ”Thanks,” she called back, not looking away from the wires in her hands. From her limited interactions with Aurum, she knew he was smart enough to remember where her traps were on the hastily drawn map she’d made earlier. ”I’m almost done with this one, just have to finish the last set.” she explained.
She knew they were beginning to run on a time crunch. Callus - and wasn’t that something she refused to think about - had helped set up some of the basic traps, which had helped a lot, but unfortunately, Rissa was still half-human. Unlike her father, she couldn’t animate objects to help with the workload.
”Hey, can you come over here and just finish covering everything over here?” she asked, finally standing up and looking over. ”That way I can finish the third one before anyone possibly gets close to us.”
“On it,” Aurum assured with confidence. He followed the instructions of the younger demigod, making sure to double check the layout Rissa prepared that was easily embedded onto his mind. The task at hand had his full focus, seeing how dangerous and tricky it could prove to be. Aurum sped up as time progressed, recognizing the limited time they had. “Are they on-line, up and running? Just double checking.”
The youth had finished his part of the work before shifting his focus to scouting the area around them, making sure that no one caught them in the act. He fidgeted around his pockets, making sure that he didn’t lose what Rissa already prepared for the both of them.
The brunette nodded in response, humming softly as she finished with the last wire on the trap she was working on. ”Yep,” she assured. While she was still close to the ground she finished brushing the dirt and grass back over the pressure plate she’d been working on and carefully took a few steps back, dodging her already completed works.
”We’re ready to go.”
Izzie let out a slow breath as she finally reached the top, trying to gulp down her anxiety as she watched her fellow teammates below quickly march forward at the sound of Chiron’s horn. Her mind, and her heart along with it, was racing. She had no idea what was in store for the three of them, but hopefully, she could wear the other team down enough so that Aurum and Marissa had little to worry about. She glanced down at the two of them every few seconds, praying that their plans wouldn’t somehow go haywire with their demigod luck (not that she didn’t have any faith in their big brains), but she kept most of her focus on the ground ahead of her. It was go time, and even if Capture the Flag was a pain in the ass, she wasn’t planning on losing today.
Aurum muttered, a slightly worried tone apparent. "Are you going to be okay?" he added, trying to gently push the petite girl upwards. “I’m sorry, this was all I could think of. I’d change the rules if I could,” he sighed as he referred to the rule that specified the maximum number of defenders. More than half of his team weren’t suited for full-blown combat, and he thought it would be great to have all of them defend the flag in one instance. Alas...
Izzie glanced down at the guy, tilting her head with a small half-hearted smile. “Yeah, I’m fine- don’t worry about me,” she retorted, shooting him a quick thumbs up. Sure, Capture the Flag wasn’t ‘her thing,’ but being up in the trees and watching out for enemies was a better position than any. Izzie sighed, nodding her head in affirmation. Yeah, she’d be fine. “Try not to kill yourselves while I’m on the lookout.”
“As long as you’re okay…” Aurum replied back. “I’m guessing you’ll be able to make anyone sleepy once they pass through here?” A certain scenario was playing in his mind as he let the question escape his lips. Izzie getting them drowsy would be more than enough, and could prove key to successfully defend against some of the more powerful offsprings. Aurum would hardly have any winning chance against Michael and his thunder shenanigans, but with her and Rissa’s help, it should be no harder than tending to a flock of sheep. “Don’t force yourself, though. I don’t want you passing out on us.”
Izzie’s eyes shifted from Aurum to the forest ahead of her, anxiously listening for the sound of the distant rustling trees. Some of the kids in team two were undeniably ’troublesome’- she knew that it would take more than just some punches to hold them off, and if she could make them even a tiny bit more tired before they could get to Aurum and Marissa, then their chances of winning could skyrocket exponentially. “Yeah, that’s the plan,” she nodded, pursing her lips together as she looked back down at him. “I’ll be fine, Aurum. I’ll holler at you guys if I need some help, though. Stay safe.”
“Back at you. Meet you at the winners’ banquet,” said the adolescent as he disappeared between the trees. The horn finally rang, signaling that the game started. A boiling sense of excitement stirred inside him as Aurum’s adrenaline levels skyrocketed-- admittedly, it could have been bowel movement and not the former.
“I’m back. Things going okay?” Aurum hastily rushed over to Rissa’s side, fidgeting as he got closer to the craftswoman so as to not activate any traps she might’ve placed. He glanced down to see three identical flags prominently placed, forming a triangle. “Anyone can see you’ve got Hephaestus’ best genes. I’m amazed.”
From where she was crouched on the ground in front of one of the flags, Marissa snorted softly. ”Thanks,” she called back, not looking away from the wires in her hands. From her limited interactions with Aurum, she knew he was smart enough to remember where her traps were on the hastily drawn map she’d made earlier. ”I’m almost done with this one, just have to finish the last set.” she explained.
She knew they were beginning to run on a time crunch. Callus - and wasn’t that something she refused to think about - had helped set up some of the basic traps, which had helped a lot, but unfortunately, Rissa was still half-human. Unlike her father, she couldn’t animate objects to help with the workload.
”Hey, can you come over here and just finish covering everything over here?” she asked, finally standing up and looking over. ”That way I can finish the third one before anyone possibly gets close to us.”
“On it,” Aurum assured with confidence. He followed the instructions of the younger demigod, making sure to double check the layout Rissa prepared that was easily embedded onto his mind. The task at hand had his full focus, seeing how dangerous and tricky it could prove to be. Aurum sped up as time progressed, recognizing the limited time they had. “Are they on-line, up and running? Just double checking.”
The youth had finished his part of the work before shifting his focus to scouting the area around them, making sure that no one caught them in the act. He fidgeted around his pockets, making sure that he didn’t lose what Rissa already prepared for the both of them.
The brunette nodded in response, humming softly as she finished with the last wire on the trap she was working on. ”Yep,” she assured. While she was still close to the ground she finished brushing the dirt and grass back over the pressure plate she’d been working on and carefully took a few steps back, dodging her already completed works.
”We’re ready to go.”
Izzie let out a slow breath as she finally reached the top, trying to gulp down her anxiety as she watched her fellow teammates below quickly march forward at the sound of Chiron’s horn. Her mind, and her heart along with it, was racing. She had no idea what was in store for the three of them, but hopefully, she could wear the other team down enough so that Aurum and Marissa had little to worry about. She glanced down at the two of them every few seconds, praying that their plans wouldn’t somehow go haywire with their demigod luck (not that she didn’t have any faith in their big brains), but she kept most of her focus on the ground ahead of her. It was go time, and even if Capture the Flag was a pain in the ass, she wasn’t planning on losing today.
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