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CASSIUS vs VICTOR
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Cassius just let out a sigh at Dexter's words, as unintimidated by her as she was by him. Things wouldn't go to shit if you people would just listen. He thought about grumbling out to her. But it really just wasn't worth the effort. If she wanted to keep pretending she was cool because she disrespects authority, then fine. Besides, once this game was over it wouldn't be his problem anymore. He turned to look for Callus, going to give his friend a roll of his eyes, knowing he would understand the pain that Cassius was currently experiencing. However, he didn't see his fellow Roman anywhere and the horn that signaled the beginning of the game sounded out before he had the opportunity to go looking for him. His focused instantly tightened as Cassius drew his imperial gold gladius and hefted his shield as he began to make his way deeper into the forest, his heavy boots crunching leaves and small twigs underneath him. It was louder and more conspicuous than he would've liked, but he had never been a particularly stealthy man. As the Roman made his way through the woods, hunting for the son of Nike named Victor, memories came back to him.
Stalking through tall trees that cast large shadows, and thick foliage that obscured vision and hampered movement. Hunting, and being hunted, having to constantly be looking over one's shoulder, never knowing where or when the enemy might appear. It recalled to him, strangely, more pleasant times, of camaraderie and a true sense of belonging, and friends now long dead. He missed those days, missed feeling invincible. Cassius had to drag himself out of his thoughts, shoving them aside for the moment in order to focus on the task at hand. His team was counting on him to do his job, and that was what he was going to do. He found a particular spot in the forest near the river, along a path that he figured Victor might follow to the blue team's flag. He sat and waited for some tense moments, but eventually, his patience paid off, he hadn't been at Camp Half-Blood for very long, but he had memorized some of the more...important faces, and he recognized Victor's as he approached. Cassius tensed for a moment, raising his shield and gripping his gladius tightly before quickly emerging from behind tree-cover, intercepting the rushing son of Nike and causing the younger man to run face first into his armored chest. It was as if Victor had ran into a tree, although maybe even worse due to the heavy metal armor.
The son of Nike recovered quickly, though, his cocky smirk swiftly returning to his face, "You're a big guy. Let's see how hard you fall!" he said before brandishing a heavy mace and making to strike at Cassius. Cassius looked over his opponent, a considerably smaller man wearing classic hoplite-style armor, though lacking a shield or helmet. Although Cassius tried to avoid underestimating his opponents - that was a good way to get yourself killed - he had to admit he probably would've underestimated Victor based off sight alone, at least a little bit. But he knew Victor's little trick, and because he knew that, he knew better than to slip into overconfidence. He had told Aurum that Victor's ability was no substitute for skill and technique, but to be honest, he really had no idea if that was actually the case. The Roman could feel its effects already, even in just the brief second it took for Victor to take a quick step backwards to regain his balance before darting forward and swinging his mace in a horizontal arc, aiming to take Cassius out at the knees.
Vorenus was able to respond with a counter, sweeping his shield out and catching the handle of the mace along the edge, deflecting it to the side and giving him an opening to advance and send a thrust of his gladius towards Victor's chest. But Cassius's movements felt sluggish, his reflexes like molasses, like he was trying to fight underwater. And so, Victor was able to twist his torso to the side, taking the thrust harmlessly on his armor in a ringing of steel before responding with his own riposte, a jab forward with the pommel of his mace. Cassius ducked beneath it, tucking himself into a shoulder charge, dashing into Victor and thrusting his shield into the son of Nike's chest. Though Cassius felt in a weakened state, his larger stature and muscle mass allowed him to plant his shield into Victor's chest and lift him off the ground with it, sending him hurtling into a tree a few feet back. Victor's back impacted the sturdy trunk with a painful thud, the boy letting out a cough as the air was forced from his lungs. But Victor never remained phased for long. "You know I've only been using this thing for like two months," Victor said his normal cocky smirk changing into a wide grin, the kid dropped the mace he had been fighting with to the ground and raised his hands "but I've been boxing my whole life."
With that said, Victor darts forward, swaying side to side, avoiding the thrusts of a gladius that sought to keep him at range before he reared his fist back and threw a right hook. Cassius is taken by surprise by this shift in weaponry and can't quite seem to bring his shield up fast enough to block the fist that strikes him across the jaw. The Roman let out a growl, forcing Victor back a bit with the sweep of his shield, his eyes narrowing at the kid. "When you have to fight, fight. Don't talk." Cassius responded with, though he recognized the irony in saying that at all. But it would be the only thing he said before the fight was over. As they returned to their fighting stances, circling each other, Cassius quickly began to undo the straps on his shield, letting it fall to the ground along with his gladius. If he was to be forced by the Gods to fight this kid as an equal then he would commit entirely to that.
And so the Roman raised his gloved fists into the air. Cassius struck first, jabbing with his right towards Victor's right shoulder. Victor caught the blow on his forearm, lunging for his own strike to Cassius's chest. The roman caught him by the wrist, dragging him forward, throwing him off-balance and opening a window for Cassius's fist to impact Victor square in the face, causing his head to jerk backwards. But Victor swiftly broke from his grasp, burying a fist into Cassius's stomach, which caused the larger man to gasp out air as Victor slipped behind him. Cassius attempted to follow him with a roundhouse kick, his heel cutting through the air, but Victor bravely stepped forward, catching Cassius's foot in a surprising display of raw physical strength. Victor jerked Cassius's leg to the side, throwing him off-balance, his knuckles crashing into the underside of his opponent's jaw in an uppercut that caused Vorenus to stagger back into a nearby tree. Victor pressed the advantage, bring a fist into Cassius's chest. Cassius took the blow and grabbed Victor by the shoulders, spinning and slamming his back into the tree.
The brawl continued like this for some time. It was brutal and energetic, fists crashing into flesh and bone, kicks impacting painfully, but one of them had to give way, and eventually, Cassius did. He overextended himself during a spinning backfist, and although his trained mind recognized the mistake, Victor's ability prevented his body from reacting quickly enough to close the gap he caused in his defenses, and although the his fist struck Victor in the shoulder, Victor was able to thrust his celestial bronze knuckles right into Cassius's throat, causing the larger man to stumble back and giving Victor an opportunity to perform a leg sweep, knocking Cassius to the ground, who was coughing and gasping for air. After a few moments he recovered, laying in the dirt and mud he had become covered in over the course of their fight. Cassius growled, slamming his fist into the earth in rage, but he knew he had been beaten and he accepted his defeat, although not happily. He did not enjoy the losing, but he could dismiss it as a one-off loss due to some bullshit magic for now, and he still had faith in his skill against any other member of Camp Half-Blood or Jupiter. The losing was not nearly the worst part. The worst part was the shit he knew he was going to get from Dex and the other demigods like her, who hadn't respected him before and certainly wouldn't after this. He'd probably end up having to fight them one-on-one just to prove himself. And there was something painfully humiliating about having to prove himself to a bunch of arrogant-ass teenagers. Cassius let out a heavy sigh, but he still considered himself an honorable warrior and did not want to appear a sore loser, and so forced himself to say through gritted teeth: "Well fought. I concede."
Stalking through tall trees that cast large shadows, and thick foliage that obscured vision and hampered movement. Hunting, and being hunted, having to constantly be looking over one's shoulder, never knowing where or when the enemy might appear. It recalled to him, strangely, more pleasant times, of camaraderie and a true sense of belonging, and friends now long dead. He missed those days, missed feeling invincible. Cassius had to drag himself out of his thoughts, shoving them aside for the moment in order to focus on the task at hand. His team was counting on him to do his job, and that was what he was going to do. He found a particular spot in the forest near the river, along a path that he figured Victor might follow to the blue team's flag. He sat and waited for some tense moments, but eventually, his patience paid off, he hadn't been at Camp Half-Blood for very long, but he had memorized some of the more...important faces, and he recognized Victor's as he approached. Cassius tensed for a moment, raising his shield and gripping his gladius tightly before quickly emerging from behind tree-cover, intercepting the rushing son of Nike and causing the younger man to run face first into his armored chest. It was as if Victor had ran into a tree, although maybe even worse due to the heavy metal armor.
The son of Nike recovered quickly, though, his cocky smirk swiftly returning to his face, "You're a big guy. Let's see how hard you fall!" he said before brandishing a heavy mace and making to strike at Cassius. Cassius looked over his opponent, a considerably smaller man wearing classic hoplite-style armor, though lacking a shield or helmet. Although Cassius tried to avoid underestimating his opponents - that was a good way to get yourself killed - he had to admit he probably would've underestimated Victor based off sight alone, at least a little bit. But he knew Victor's little trick, and because he knew that, he knew better than to slip into overconfidence. He had told Aurum that Victor's ability was no substitute for skill and technique, but to be honest, he really had no idea if that was actually the case. The Roman could feel its effects already, even in just the brief second it took for Victor to take a quick step backwards to regain his balance before darting forward and swinging his mace in a horizontal arc, aiming to take Cassius out at the knees.
Vorenus was able to respond with a counter, sweeping his shield out and catching the handle of the mace along the edge, deflecting it to the side and giving him an opening to advance and send a thrust of his gladius towards Victor's chest. But Cassius's movements felt sluggish, his reflexes like molasses, like he was trying to fight underwater. And so, Victor was able to twist his torso to the side, taking the thrust harmlessly on his armor in a ringing of steel before responding with his own riposte, a jab forward with the pommel of his mace. Cassius ducked beneath it, tucking himself into a shoulder charge, dashing into Victor and thrusting his shield into the son of Nike's chest. Though Cassius felt in a weakened state, his larger stature and muscle mass allowed him to plant his shield into Victor's chest and lift him off the ground with it, sending him hurtling into a tree a few feet back. Victor's back impacted the sturdy trunk with a painful thud, the boy letting out a cough as the air was forced from his lungs. But Victor never remained phased for long. "You know I've only been using this thing for like two months," Victor said his normal cocky smirk changing into a wide grin, the kid dropped the mace he had been fighting with to the ground and raised his hands "but I've been boxing my whole life."
With that said, Victor darts forward, swaying side to side, avoiding the thrusts of a gladius that sought to keep him at range before he reared his fist back and threw a right hook. Cassius is taken by surprise by this shift in weaponry and can't quite seem to bring his shield up fast enough to block the fist that strikes him across the jaw. The Roman let out a growl, forcing Victor back a bit with the sweep of his shield, his eyes narrowing at the kid. "When you have to fight, fight. Don't talk." Cassius responded with, though he recognized the irony in saying that at all. But it would be the only thing he said before the fight was over. As they returned to their fighting stances, circling each other, Cassius quickly began to undo the straps on his shield, letting it fall to the ground along with his gladius. If he was to be forced by the Gods to fight this kid as an equal then he would commit entirely to that.
And so the Roman raised his gloved fists into the air. Cassius struck first, jabbing with his right towards Victor's right shoulder. Victor caught the blow on his forearm, lunging for his own strike to Cassius's chest. The roman caught him by the wrist, dragging him forward, throwing him off-balance and opening a window for Cassius's fist to impact Victor square in the face, causing his head to jerk backwards. But Victor swiftly broke from his grasp, burying a fist into Cassius's stomach, which caused the larger man to gasp out air as Victor slipped behind him. Cassius attempted to follow him with a roundhouse kick, his heel cutting through the air, but Victor bravely stepped forward, catching Cassius's foot in a surprising display of raw physical strength. Victor jerked Cassius's leg to the side, throwing him off-balance, his knuckles crashing into the underside of his opponent's jaw in an uppercut that caused Vorenus to stagger back into a nearby tree. Victor pressed the advantage, bring a fist into Cassius's chest. Cassius took the blow and grabbed Victor by the shoulders, spinning and slamming his back into the tree.
The brawl continued like this for some time. It was brutal and energetic, fists crashing into flesh and bone, kicks impacting painfully, but one of them had to give way, and eventually, Cassius did. He overextended himself during a spinning backfist, and although his trained mind recognized the mistake, Victor's ability prevented his body from reacting quickly enough to close the gap he caused in his defenses, and although the his fist struck Victor in the shoulder, Victor was able to thrust his celestial bronze knuckles right into Cassius's throat, causing the larger man to stumble back and giving Victor an opportunity to perform a leg sweep, knocking Cassius to the ground, who was coughing and gasping for air. After a few moments he recovered, laying in the dirt and mud he had become covered in over the course of their fight. Cassius growled, slamming his fist into the earth in rage, but he knew he had been beaten and he accepted his defeat, although not happily. He did not enjoy the losing, but he could dismiss it as a one-off loss due to some bullshit magic for now, and he still had faith in his skill against any other member of Camp Half-Blood or Jupiter. The losing was not nearly the worst part. The worst part was the shit he knew he was going to get from Dex and the other demigods like her, who hadn't respected him before and certainly wouldn't after this. He'd probably end up having to fight them one-on-one just to prove himself. And there was something painfully humiliating about having to prove himself to a bunch of arrogant-ass teenagers. Cassius let out a heavy sigh, but he still considered himself an honorable warrior and did not want to appear a sore loser, and so forced himself to say through gritted teeth: "Well fought. I concede."
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Dex Sloane and Kyra Vasileia
“C’mon you know I don’t do quickies, Dex.”
“Oh, right, my bad,” replied Dex. “You like to drag things out longer than necessary.”
Kyra smirked, happy to have caught her friend off guard with a strategically placed kick to the knee. There was a part of her that felt bad for causing one of her closest friends pain, but it was something the demi-gods were used to by now. Besides, the daughter of Hades had caused her own fair share of pain. The advantage only lasted for a moment as Dex regained her footing and retaliated with a hefty swing from her bat. Kyra tried to dodge the hit, but ended up getting struck right on the behind.
“You’re a real pain in the ass.” Kyra complained, struggling to limp out of reach so that she could recover before the brunette hit her again. It wasn’t in the least bit surprising that Dex had been so bold with her aim, she wouldn’t have been Dex if she wasn’t always such a smart ass.
“You know you love me anyway,” Dex replied with a mischievous smile. Because the two girls had known each other for so long, the daughter of Hades knew just how to push Kyra’s buttons. Dex liked to get her flustered, especially if it meant winning.
The self-satisfied smirk on Dex’s face only made her more determined to knock it off, the daughter of Enyo taking a moment to plan her next move before lunging forward and swinging her sword directly towards her opponent’s face. Just in time, Dex brought up her bat to block the strike. The two locked weapons again, both fighting for the upper hand but failing to gain it. They struggled for a few moments before Kyra got fed up, keeping one hand firmly on her sword as she reached forward and ripped the bat out of the other girl’s grasp.
“Shit,” said Dex, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Not so cocky now, huh?” The brunette held both weapons in her hands triumphantly, letting her arrogance get in the way of anticipating Dex’s next move.
Dex was never one to let small inconveniences such as this one get in her way. Kyra had hardly gotten her taunt out before Dex had, in a state of panic and bad decision-making, balled her hand into a fist and punched the daughter of Enyo in the face. Suddenly afraid for her life, Dex turned and sprinted toward the river.
For once, Kyra was shocked. Dex’s punch had landed square in her jaw, the cocky brunette had been caught completely off guard, too busy gloating over her snatching of the other girl’s weapon. She was mad at herself for letting her pride blind her, but even more mad at Dex for taking such a cheap shot. “I'm gonna kill you!” The daughter of Enyo yelled, running after the fleeing assailant and lunging forward to grab her.
Dex couldn’t help laughing as she ran from her angry, little friend, but her smile faded as she felt hands on her. “Oh, shit!” exclaimed Dex as she fell, the weight of Kyra as she grabbed onto her legs toppling her. The smaller girl scrambled to hold Dex down, both weapons forgotten on the ground behind them as they rolled around on the forest floor.
Dex turned over to face the other girl with a cheeky grin and a raise of her eyebrows. “Is this the part where we kiss?” The remark earned an eye-roll from the green-eyed girl, distracting her just enough for the daughter of Hades to shift their weight over. “You wish.” Kyra mocked, an exaggerated look of disgust on her face.
Dex, finally overpowering the daughter of Enyo, flipped the two of them over so that she was on top. “Kyra,” she said with a shake of her head, “you know I’m not a bottom.” With a wink, Dex let go of Kyra, and, promising that, “We’ll finish this later,” she stood up, grabbed her bat, and dissolved into the shadows. On the other side of the river, Dex reappeared in the red team’s territory, once again in search of Emmett and the flag.
Once Dex was gone, Kyra stood up to wipe the dirt off of her with an indignant hmmph. At least there was nothing standing between her and the flag anymore. She turned to grab her sword from where it had been discarded on the ground, sprinting off in the general direction of the blue team’s flag.
“C’mon you know I don’t do quickies, Dex.”
“Oh, right, my bad,” replied Dex. “You like to drag things out longer than necessary.”
Kyra smirked, happy to have caught her friend off guard with a strategically placed kick to the knee. There was a part of her that felt bad for causing one of her closest friends pain, but it was something the demi-gods were used to by now. Besides, the daughter of Hades had caused her own fair share of pain. The advantage only lasted for a moment as Dex regained her footing and retaliated with a hefty swing from her bat. Kyra tried to dodge the hit, but ended up getting struck right on the behind.
“You’re a real pain in the ass.” Kyra complained, struggling to limp out of reach so that she could recover before the brunette hit her again. It wasn’t in the least bit surprising that Dex had been so bold with her aim, she wouldn’t have been Dex if she wasn’t always such a smart ass.
“You know you love me anyway,” Dex replied with a mischievous smile. Because the two girls had known each other for so long, the daughter of Hades knew just how to push Kyra’s buttons. Dex liked to get her flustered, especially if it meant winning.
The self-satisfied smirk on Dex’s face only made her more determined to knock it off, the daughter of Enyo taking a moment to plan her next move before lunging forward and swinging her sword directly towards her opponent’s face. Just in time, Dex brought up her bat to block the strike. The two locked weapons again, both fighting for the upper hand but failing to gain it. They struggled for a few moments before Kyra got fed up, keeping one hand firmly on her sword as she reached forward and ripped the bat out of the other girl’s grasp.
“Shit,” said Dex, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Not so cocky now, huh?” The brunette held both weapons in her hands triumphantly, letting her arrogance get in the way of anticipating Dex’s next move.
Dex was never one to let small inconveniences such as this one get in her way. Kyra had hardly gotten her taunt out before Dex had, in a state of panic and bad decision-making, balled her hand into a fist and punched the daughter of Enyo in the face. Suddenly afraid for her life, Dex turned and sprinted toward the river.
For once, Kyra was shocked. Dex’s punch had landed square in her jaw, the cocky brunette had been caught completely off guard, too busy gloating over her snatching of the other girl’s weapon. She was mad at herself for letting her pride blind her, but even more mad at Dex for taking such a cheap shot. “I'm gonna kill you!” The daughter of Enyo yelled, running after the fleeing assailant and lunging forward to grab her.
Dex couldn’t help laughing as she ran from her angry, little friend, but her smile faded as she felt hands on her. “Oh, shit!” exclaimed Dex as she fell, the weight of Kyra as she grabbed onto her legs toppling her. The smaller girl scrambled to hold Dex down, both weapons forgotten on the ground behind them as they rolled around on the forest floor.
Dex turned over to face the other girl with a cheeky grin and a raise of her eyebrows. “Is this the part where we kiss?” The remark earned an eye-roll from the green-eyed girl, distracting her just enough for the daughter of Hades to shift their weight over. “You wish.” Kyra mocked, an exaggerated look of disgust on her face.
Dex, finally overpowering the daughter of Enyo, flipped the two of them over so that she was on top. “Kyra,” she said with a shake of her head, “you know I’m not a bottom.” With a wink, Dex let go of Kyra, and, promising that, “We’ll finish this later,” she stood up, grabbed her bat, and dissolved into the shadows. On the other side of the river, Dex reappeared in the red team’s territory, once again in search of Emmett and the flag.
Once Dex was gone, Kyra stood up to wipe the dirt off of her with an indignant hmmph. At least there was nothing standing between her and the flag anymore. She turned to grab her sword from where it had been discarded on the ground, sprinting off in the general direction of the blue team’s flag.
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After her encounter with Callus left her feeling like a hot potato, Elias obeyed and ran away from the scene of the fight. She was getting pretty light-headed-- not as much from the kiss-and-dip (it was half the reason), as from her using her gift twice in less than a span of 10 minutes. This had nothing to do with how weak Elias was; rather it was the opposite. It was because she had used her gifts to tip the scales of balance. She couldn't deny the fact that her actions weren't entirely to save Callus... She might have done so to increase his chance of winning too.
Neither Astrea nor the fates, would be happy with her selfish actions. Her Mother wouldn't exactly be on her side either. Probability, her Mother once explained, is not something you should actively manipulate. There's a reason it's called luck, you know.
"I'm... (pants) sorry... Mother," Elias said, wheezing for air after sprinting far into the Red Team's territory. Dizzy, she slunk down the side of a tree covered in vines.
"Ouch!" Elias yelped, as something grazed her back, presumably a thorn or a protruding twig. Fearing that it might be a trap, Elias jumped up, hoping to get away. Unfortunately, her movements only led her to being tangled in a web of vines close by. The more Elias wriggled, the tighter the vines coiled around her. Soon enough, she resembled an insect caught in a spider's web. Elias panicked and swore under her breath as she tried to free her wrists without making a noise. But alas, she had no luck.
"What's the use of having a gift if I can't use it?"
Elias knew very well what the use was, but she was starting to feel especially useless today. (Little did she know that her emotions had a mysterious damper on it.) And of all time to wallow in sadness, she decided that she would deal with it right in the middle of a game of Capture the Flag, when she was this close to potentially finding her opponent's flag. But what did any of that matter?
Despair set on as she concentrated on her weaknesses. She couldn't fight, or move mountains; couldn't heal or charm minds. And in all her years at CHB, Elias couldn't recall a single quest where she was a front-runner, nor could she think of any situation where her purposeful actions helped. Sure, she sneezed and they could take down a cyclops (there's other bits in-between but eh). But when she needed it the most, Elias couldn't come up with anything that would help her break free from this planted prison.
Elias gave up trying with tears welling in her eyes. She sniffled, promising herself that she wasn't going to cry in the middle of the woods. Her luck ran out and her energy was drained. Little did she know that just a few trees away, sat two young women, and a flag... A possible sign of redemption.
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The game comes to an end.
Cassius let out a long sigh as he heard Dexter's mocking voice coming from above him, he tossed aside the blade of grass he'd been toying around in his fingers before tilting his head up towards her. Predictably, no hand was offered to help him up, and so he placed his hands -which had been ungloved in order for bandages to be wrapped around his bloodied knuckles -against the dirt and pushed himself up from his cross-legged sitting position. He finally met her gaze, looking down on her with an unamused expression as he pulled his gloves back on and hefted his large tower shield over his shoulder. Although the desire to wipe that smug fucking grin off her face was probably greater than his desire to win the game, he forced himself to practice some restraint. He couldn't resist entirely though, letting out an annoyed grunt before responding, "Being successful doesn't make you right." Plus, Caesar Salad, really? Even Cassius had to admit that was almost stupid enough to be funny. Almost. And what was with the Greeks and their nicknames? The large Roman man rolled his neck and shoulders, flexing his fingers. The fight against Victor had taken a lot out of him, but the moment of rest provided to him by the walk to the jail, as well as some healing aid from the child of Apollo who had formerly been guarding over him left him still feeling combat-ready. His whole body was sore and aching, and Victor had definitely bruised one of his ribs, but Cassius is a resilient man.
It looked as if she was about to just bail on him, but apparently it dawned on her that she'd probably need his help if she wanted to take the flag. At least she had enough sense to realize that, although not enough to wait a moment and muster up an actual plan, it seemed, as she asked him simply to "cover her" before recklessly charging off towards the red team's flag. Cassius followed close behind her after taking a moment to look down at the child of Apollo who had been quite kind to him during his short stay in Red Jail, muttering a, “Sorry.” before stepping past.
He heard voices up ahead and saw shapes in one of the trees. He couldn't make out exactly who their opponents were, and any further attempt to do so was interrupted, as Dexter for some unfathomable reason decided to loudly talk to herself and reveal their position right before stumbling upon some magical trap and getting herself thrown to the ground and covered in beetles. Vorenus immediately stopped, searching for any more traps, finding one and side-stepping it, although that caused him to step into and activate another, as a writhing mass of vines exploded outwards at him. There was a flash of Imperial Gold as his gladius danced through the air, cutting through the swarm of vines that tried to restrain him. Once the threat had been averted, he approached Dex, looking down at her. I could make a joke at your expense. he thought. And it was so, so tempting to do so, but the satisfaction of moral superiority was far more fulfilling than any reaction he might've been able to provoke from her, and so he did not.
Instead, Cassius swiftly cut away the vines before extending a hand out towards her, surprised to find that she actually accepted it, although reluctantly and not without some words, “If you tell anyone about this, you’re dead.” Cassius snorted at that, feeling for a brief moment almost a kinship with the daughter of Plu-Hades. Much to his dismay, he realized in that moment that dealing with her was probably similar to dealing with a younger, less mature version of himself. The thought made him wince and vow to buy the former Centurion of the First Cohort a nice bottle of wine on his way back to Camp Jupiter. He even cracked a small, amused smile at her, responding, “As long as you don’t tell anyone where you found me.” before he turned back towards the flag, he echoed the words of his teacher, a much wiser man than himself, saying, “And, you know - there’s nothing wrong with letting people help you.”
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"Perfect. It won't be fun getting through any of these." Mari said with a pleasant smile from her position in the shade. The game had already started, and while Mari was itching to be able to use her magic, she wasn't particularly game for the idea of having to fight any of the brutes, though she wondered who would be the first to stumble into their natural hell. Andreja joined her in the shade soon after, allowing her what felt like only moments of silence before her talkative nature took over. Mari interjected every few seconds with a soft "mhm" to affirm her attention, but interrupted soon after with a suggestion, "Let's climb a tree. We could get a better look in case anyone shows up, and it'll make for a bigger surprise, yeah?" without waiting for an answer, she began scaling the tree they'd been leaning against, climbing up several branches before settling for a comfortably thick one that was at least several meters off the ground.
Andreja hardly stopped speaking while she climbed the tree, continuing her thoughts on the gossip. Soon after she’d mentioned Zayne and Kyra, she was surprised to hear a ‘what?!’ not only because she didn’t expect Mari to care about the matter, but also because it was distinctly not Mari's voice saying it. It was... Dex? The following cursing confirmed her suspicions and the commotion probably meant that her dear friend had set off the trap that Mari had kindly kept her from almost walking into. Her eyes glittered with mischievous excitement, “Sounds like someone set off those nasty beetles.” The amazonian stood up, carefully balancing her weight on the branch as she looked off into the distance to spot Dex swatting off beetles and, in her confusion, walked right into Andreja’s vines. she broke out into a loud laugh, unable to contain herself. “How the mighty have fallen!” she called out with a grin. Maybe it had been a poor idea to make the other girl aware of her location so early on, but she couldn’t resist getting the jab in. In a quick attempt to cover her tracks, she tried to induce some confusion into Dex about where the sound was coming from, but just looking at Dex sent shivers up her spine from all those disgusting bugs. The wretched things had always made her squeamish and she found that she couldn’t concentrate with them crawling all over her target. So, instead, she looked at Mari sheepishly and mouthed a silent ‘sorry’.
Syrena could feel them before she heard them, but the voices were unmistakable. How the mighty have fallen! A small grin spread out on her lips as she quickly turned right, jogging towards the sound of the girl’s voices. Smirking as she neared the tree, Syrena glanced up, squinting as she made out the forms of both Andreja and Mari. The two girls were high up in the tree, both oblivious to her sudden appearance. Pressing her palms against the tree’s trunk, Syrena closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her mind was still exhausted from healing Stefan, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins easily overtook her mental block.
“Eíthe i Hestía na me evlogeí me ti dýnami tis aiónias flógas.”
May Hestia grant me the power of the eternal flame.
The prayer came out soft, barely above a whisper. She could feel her body heating up, the palms of her hand and the tips of her fingers tingling. When she opened her eyes, the bottom of the tree was fully ablaze. A brilliant smile tugged at her lips as she stepped back, satisfied with herself. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen!” Syrena repeated after the girls, her voice tinged with laughter as she watched the flames spread upwards towards the trees. Closing her eyes, she could feel the energy radiating off of both demigods. Their confidence was now slowly dwindling--did she feel fear? Or was it just their alarm at the fire’s close proximity? Stepping back again as the two girls tumbled from the tree, Syrena took a deep breath, once again focusing on their energies and emotions.
And then she started pulling at them, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration as she could quite literally feel their energy draining from them. In a way, Syrena could almost see emotions as different colors. Almost as if everyone had an aura to them, a specific color that only Syrena could see that detailed the way they felt. The feeling of exhaustion was a dull grey color, and Syrena watched in triumph as the color intensified and the two girls grew tired and weak from her mental manipulations. The sound of twigs snapping caught her attention and she whipped her head to the right, immediately relaxing as Cassius came into view. This fight was going to be shorter than she had anticipated.
Glancing around her, Syrena’s smile began to falter as she realized her fire was spreading to the surrounding trees. Wincing, she muttered a small apology to Demeter, making a mental promise to extinguish the flames as soon as Andreja and Mari were out of the way.
Andreja couldn’t help but pout when Syrena threw her own line back at her. Unfortunately, there was little time between the lighting of the tree and the duo’s very fast descent from it for her to be upset. She’d done her best to jump from the height and avoid the flames, but that didn’t make the impact of the ground any softer. The brunette grit her teeth and told herself she was fine - a tactic that usually worked - but strangely found the energy draining from her. How could she be tired after sitting and gossiping with her partner the whole time? The most likely culprit was the same one that had set her tree on fire: Syrena. That little minx had gotten into her head! The audacity! Andreja was the one that was supposed to be messing with other people’s minds, not the other way around. She couldn’t believe the daughter of Hestia had weaseled her way in so easily. Well, two could play at that game.
To retaliate, Andreja summoned up the worst memory she could imagine: seeing her mother attacked by a monster when she was thirteen. She summoned those same feelings of horror and fear that she’d felt back then. The scene was panic-inducing as her mother covered her face with her bloodied hands, crying out in pain and trying to apply pressure to the wound that would, eventually, be healed and leave her blind in one eye. There was a sense of helplessness as she watched, not knowing what to do when the woman who usually had all the answers and instructions suffered. Nowadays, she’d worked past the traumatic event, but the feelings were easy to recall.
Mari, on the other hand, was in significantly worse shape having no such experience in dealing with Syrena. She managed to land softly onto the forest ground without much issue, though the onslaught of exhaustion made her lose her step, and she grabbed onto a nearby root to steady herself. She’d be able to fight it if she just had some time...
Out of the corner of her eye, Andreja spotted Cassius going at Mari - a battle she knew didn’t suit her partner’s skill set. She knew that battling Syrena definitely didn’t suit her own - what were vines to a fire user? A momentary stun was all she needed, so she closed her eyes hard and worked to magnify all those terrible feelings. Once she saw her opening, she summoned all the strength that she kept telling herself she had - even if she didn’t feel it - and ran towards Mari and Cassius.
Syrena blinked once, twice, and then three times as a horrible feeling crept up inside her. It was a feeling of horror and dread, a terrible feeling. It stunned Syrena, throwing her off balance for a quick second before she smirked, realizing the card Andreja had played. It was impressive, the daughter of Hestia had to admit. As the shorter of the two girls shot out towards Cassius, Syrena turned her attention to Mari. Her gaze settled on her and once again, she could feel the energy and emotion floating off of Mari. Taking a deep breath, Syrena began to focus on the feeling of pain--but then she stopped short, unsure of that was something she could be capable of doing. But she had another idea--a better idea. Narrowing her eyes as she focused in on Mari’s emotions, Syrena willed the pure dread that Stefan had felt before Syrena had healed him. This emotion was dark and murky--like swamp water ran cloudy with spilled oil.
“Move! Get Syrena!” Andreja shouted to her partner, trusting the girl to do as she said and understand the situation. Teamwork had always been something Reja had been able to pride herself on. The daughter of Dionysus quickly wove her way in between the two, sword in hand, ready to defend Mari as best she could against a Roman much bigger than herself. At the very least she was a better match up than the skinny little five-foot-four magician behind her. Mari reacted quickly to her partner’s commands, rolling out of the way of the gladius as it came down on a pile of leaves only an inch from her behind. She shuddered slightly at the thought of that swing connecting, swiftly getting to her feet. Jeez, was Cassius out for blood? Those Romans really had zero chill.
“I know it’s hard to find someone your own size to pick on, but did you really have to go for the girl a foot shorter than you?” Andreja scolded him. She used that moment to try to catch him off guard. The amazonian swung her sword while willing new vines to rise from the earth around his feet, hoping to trip him up, but had no such luck. Cassius gave no response as he deflected the blade off the side of his shield in a hiss of metal, while his other hand cut the vines down with his gladius.
Mari raised a hand at Cassius while his attention was on Andreja, beginning to mutter an incantation under her breath when the undeniable feeling of dread creeped into her system, and she faltered. The incantation stopped haltingly as beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she whirled, staring at the unmistakable cause of the suffocating fear she was feeling. Steady… she told herself, willing her psyche to fight against the growing despair, managing to start the incantation once more, this time making it all the way to the end. Her hand must have wavered, or something, for the projectile that formed made an arc above Cassius’ sword arm, connecting squarely with a tree followed by a soft ‘thud’ as it lost one of its branches.
Cassius instinctively threw himself to the side as the witch-girl let loose an unknown projectile towards him, although it was unnecessary, as the girl's concentration seemed to break at the last moment, causing the spell to go wide and slam into a nearby tree. Cassius took a small step backwards and settled into a defensive stance for a moment to assess his new opponent and the battlefield. And to take a breather, trying to force his sore muscles and strained limbs to continue to obey him long enough for Dexter to secure the flag, although how close she was to doing so he didn't know.
The combat was too chaotic for him to tell, what with his teammate's pyromaniac attitude. To be fair to her, it was a pretty good plan, flush the enemies out by setting fire to their hiding spot, distract the guards and use the smoke to obscure their vision as the objective was stolen away. But it was the kind of plan one might use in some sort of brutal, horrific medieval siege where the goal was the murder of your enemies. Not so great when the cover you burned down was your own forest, and the enemies you fought were supposed to survive the encounter. Though, if someone had told him that this was just the normal way the Greeks played the game, he would've believed them.
Mari cringed at her failed spell and considered trying another, but with her still trying to force herself not even to show a tremble— lest Syrena realize the true effects of her pathokinesis— Mari wasn’t confident her next attempt would be anymore successful. Plan B, then. She looked for a suitable shadow in her vicinity, and it seemed the tree (that was very much on fire) would provide the perfect dark cover. There wasn’t time for a second thought, and she plunged her hand in, the shadows engulfing her forearm. She rummaged through, searching for the familiar shape of the cards-
Score! Triumphantly, Mari pulled her hand out, readying herself to cast mistforms of her and Andreja, only to find that she’d pulled out an Ace of Spades and… an expired coupon for a free smoothie. She made an irritated noise, tossing the useless items aside as she pondered what else she could do in this state.
Syrena watched as it settled all around Mari, enveloping her with a sense of dread and fear--as if death were on its way for her. The fire was fueled by Syrena’s powers--almost as if the more she used them, the stronger the fire burned. It had spread around the group by now, edging its way closer and closer to the flag. But her mind was not focused on that--no, she was far too busy focusing on what was happening between Cassius and Andreja. In a quick attempt, Syrena focused on the small area between Cassius and Andreja, willing a fire to spread around and entrap the daughter of Dionysus. But she made a mistake--while her mind was focused on protecting Cassius, her fire encircled him instead before further spreading into the trees.
Chiron was not going to be pleased.
With the analysis complete and no more time to spare, Cassius darted forward towards his new opponent, his large shield raised, and in standard Roman fighting style, his gladius hidden behind it so the enemy would have no idea as to the direction of his incoming strike. Cassius did not make it that far however, his charge being cut off as a circle of fire erupted around him. His eyes widened and panicked for a brief moment, he threw himself backwards onto the ground, landing with a grunt and narrowly avoiding the wall of flame that had sprung up in front of him. The Roman looked around, finding himself trapped. The heat was intense, and smoke was beginning to gather and find its way into his lungs, causing coughs. Sweat dripped from his brow as he was baked in his heavy metal armor. There was a brief moment of confusion as he wondered why in Jupiter's name this had even happened in the first place, but it was swiftly pushed aside by the need to escape. Cassius quickly unstrapped the shield from his forearm, letting it drop to the ground as he sheathed his gladius. He stared into the fire, his green eyes squinting. Then he let out a long sigh, shaking his head.
"Ah, fuck it." he said, before taking a few steps back, raising his forearms over his head and leaping through the fire. It scorched him, but he endured and emerged in front of Andreja. Naturally, his opponent was caught off guard by his sudden appearance, and he decided to use that to his advantage. Recovering quickly, he bent low and tucked himself into a charge, slamming his shoulderpad into the girl's lower abdomen, sweeping her off her feet as he grabbed her by a leg and arm, gritting his teeth and letting out a strained grunt as he heaved her over his head. He almost dropped her onto his knee, but discipline took over for a moment as he realized that he had no desire to possibly break the girl's spine, so instead he took a step forward and course-corrected sending her hurtling into the dirt at his feet.
Andreja was ready to laugh when she saw a circle of fire erupt around her opponent, wondering if Mari had somehow managed that, not realizing it was his own teammate’s fault. Unfortunately for her, there was little time to laugh as a six foot four, roughly two hundred and thirty pound Roman came leaping through the flames and right at her. Her eyes widened in fear and her mouth opened in surprise as he showed no signs of stopping. All of the sudden, her feet were no longer on the ground? That wasn’t good. Did she scream? Maybe. In a blur of motion, she had been picked up by Cassius and, just as quickly, slammed back down onto the ground. The impact hurt, to say the least, and absolutely knocked the wind out of her. There was a moment in which she forgot how to breathe. Had she ever known in the first place? It was hard to tell. Stunned and silent, she stared back up at him, unable to even croak.
Mari was awe-stricken by the Roman’s sheer courage, so much so that she’d watched, quite fascinated, as Cassius barreled straight into her partner in crime. Andreja’s shout was what shook her out of her momentary confusion, and she broke into action, another incantation on the tip of her tongue. With a dramatic whirl of the wrist, where the Roman had been was now a small, adorable, harmless little bunny. She darted forward and scooped him up, holding him under an arm as she made for the crumpled form of her teammate, her other hand fishing out Nawa’s potion from her pocket. “Drink,” Mari ordered quietly, tipping the vial towards Andreja’s lips. Andreja did as she was told, a familiar warm feeling spreading throughout her body and reminding it how to function.
Despite Syrena’s mistake, the Roman still managed to surprise her and their opponents, jumping straight through the fire and towards Andreja, true Spartan style. But Syrena did not have time to marvel at the move--her attention had drifted off into the distance. The fire had spread quickly--way faster than Syrena had imagined or intended. It’s flames were licking away at the tree that the Red Team’s flag was in--reaching on upwards until it lapped at the edges of the red cloth. And just like that, the flag lit up into flames--just out of Dex’s reach.
“Oh fuck….” Syrena muttered out, glancing over at Cassius, who was now a fluffy and rather angry looking bunny. The fire had spread from beyond them, towards the middle of the forest and onwards--and still, it was just another normal game of Capture the Flag.
It looked as if she was about to just bail on him, but apparently it dawned on her that she'd probably need his help if she wanted to take the flag. At least she had enough sense to realize that, although not enough to wait a moment and muster up an actual plan, it seemed, as she asked him simply to "cover her" before recklessly charging off towards the red team's flag. Cassius followed close behind her after taking a moment to look down at the child of Apollo who had been quite kind to him during his short stay in Red Jail, muttering a, “Sorry.” before stepping past.
He heard voices up ahead and saw shapes in one of the trees. He couldn't make out exactly who their opponents were, and any further attempt to do so was interrupted, as Dexter for some unfathomable reason decided to loudly talk to herself and reveal their position right before stumbling upon some magical trap and getting herself thrown to the ground and covered in beetles. Vorenus immediately stopped, searching for any more traps, finding one and side-stepping it, although that caused him to step into and activate another, as a writhing mass of vines exploded outwards at him. There was a flash of Imperial Gold as his gladius danced through the air, cutting through the swarm of vines that tried to restrain him. Once the threat had been averted, he approached Dex, looking down at her. I could make a joke at your expense. he thought. And it was so, so tempting to do so, but the satisfaction of moral superiority was far more fulfilling than any reaction he might've been able to provoke from her, and so he did not.
Instead, Cassius swiftly cut away the vines before extending a hand out towards her, surprised to find that she actually accepted it, although reluctantly and not without some words, “If you tell anyone about this, you’re dead.” Cassius snorted at that, feeling for a brief moment almost a kinship with the daughter of Plu-Hades. Much to his dismay, he realized in that moment that dealing with her was probably similar to dealing with a younger, less mature version of himself. The thought made him wince and vow to buy the former Centurion of the First Cohort a nice bottle of wine on his way back to Camp Jupiter. He even cracked a small, amused smile at her, responding, “As long as you don’t tell anyone where you found me.” before he turned back towards the flag, he echoed the words of his teacher, a much wiser man than himself, saying, “And, you know - there’s nothing wrong with letting people help you.”
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"Perfect. It won't be fun getting through any of these." Mari said with a pleasant smile from her position in the shade. The game had already started, and while Mari was itching to be able to use her magic, she wasn't particularly game for the idea of having to fight any of the brutes, though she wondered who would be the first to stumble into their natural hell. Andreja joined her in the shade soon after, allowing her what felt like only moments of silence before her talkative nature took over. Mari interjected every few seconds with a soft "mhm" to affirm her attention, but interrupted soon after with a suggestion, "Let's climb a tree. We could get a better look in case anyone shows up, and it'll make for a bigger surprise, yeah?" without waiting for an answer, she began scaling the tree they'd been leaning against, climbing up several branches before settling for a comfortably thick one that was at least several meters off the ground.
Andreja hardly stopped speaking while she climbed the tree, continuing her thoughts on the gossip. Soon after she’d mentioned Zayne and Kyra, she was surprised to hear a ‘what?!’ not only because she didn’t expect Mari to care about the matter, but also because it was distinctly not Mari's voice saying it. It was... Dex? The following cursing confirmed her suspicions and the commotion probably meant that her dear friend had set off the trap that Mari had kindly kept her from almost walking into. Her eyes glittered with mischievous excitement, “Sounds like someone set off those nasty beetles.” The amazonian stood up, carefully balancing her weight on the branch as she looked off into the distance to spot Dex swatting off beetles and, in her confusion, walked right into Andreja’s vines. she broke out into a loud laugh, unable to contain herself. “How the mighty have fallen!” she called out with a grin. Maybe it had been a poor idea to make the other girl aware of her location so early on, but she couldn’t resist getting the jab in. In a quick attempt to cover her tracks, she tried to induce some confusion into Dex about where the sound was coming from, but just looking at Dex sent shivers up her spine from all those disgusting bugs. The wretched things had always made her squeamish and she found that she couldn’t concentrate with them crawling all over her target. So, instead, she looked at Mari sheepishly and mouthed a silent ‘sorry’.
Syrena could feel them before she heard them, but the voices were unmistakable. How the mighty have fallen! A small grin spread out on her lips as she quickly turned right, jogging towards the sound of the girl’s voices. Smirking as she neared the tree, Syrena glanced up, squinting as she made out the forms of both Andreja and Mari. The two girls were high up in the tree, both oblivious to her sudden appearance. Pressing her palms against the tree’s trunk, Syrena closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her mind was still exhausted from healing Stefan, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins easily overtook her mental block.
“Eíthe i Hestía na me evlogeí me ti dýnami tis aiónias flógas.”
May Hestia grant me the power of the eternal flame.
The prayer came out soft, barely above a whisper. She could feel her body heating up, the palms of her hand and the tips of her fingers tingling. When she opened her eyes, the bottom of the tree was fully ablaze. A brilliant smile tugged at her lips as she stepped back, satisfied with herself. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen!” Syrena repeated after the girls, her voice tinged with laughter as she watched the flames spread upwards towards the trees. Closing her eyes, she could feel the energy radiating off of both demigods. Their confidence was now slowly dwindling--did she feel fear? Or was it just their alarm at the fire’s close proximity? Stepping back again as the two girls tumbled from the tree, Syrena took a deep breath, once again focusing on their energies and emotions.
And then she started pulling at them, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration as she could quite literally feel their energy draining from them. In a way, Syrena could almost see emotions as different colors. Almost as if everyone had an aura to them, a specific color that only Syrena could see that detailed the way they felt. The feeling of exhaustion was a dull grey color, and Syrena watched in triumph as the color intensified and the two girls grew tired and weak from her mental manipulations. The sound of twigs snapping caught her attention and she whipped her head to the right, immediately relaxing as Cassius came into view. This fight was going to be shorter than she had anticipated.
Glancing around her, Syrena’s smile began to falter as she realized her fire was spreading to the surrounding trees. Wincing, she muttered a small apology to Demeter, making a mental promise to extinguish the flames as soon as Andreja and Mari were out of the way.
Andreja couldn’t help but pout when Syrena threw her own line back at her. Unfortunately, there was little time between the lighting of the tree and the duo’s very fast descent from it for her to be upset. She’d done her best to jump from the height and avoid the flames, but that didn’t make the impact of the ground any softer. The brunette grit her teeth and told herself she was fine - a tactic that usually worked - but strangely found the energy draining from her. How could she be tired after sitting and gossiping with her partner the whole time? The most likely culprit was the same one that had set her tree on fire: Syrena. That little minx had gotten into her head! The audacity! Andreja was the one that was supposed to be messing with other people’s minds, not the other way around. She couldn’t believe the daughter of Hestia had weaseled her way in so easily. Well, two could play at that game.
To retaliate, Andreja summoned up the worst memory she could imagine: seeing her mother attacked by a monster when she was thirteen. She summoned those same feelings of horror and fear that she’d felt back then. The scene was panic-inducing as her mother covered her face with her bloodied hands, crying out in pain and trying to apply pressure to the wound that would, eventually, be healed and leave her blind in one eye. There was a sense of helplessness as she watched, not knowing what to do when the woman who usually had all the answers and instructions suffered. Nowadays, she’d worked past the traumatic event, but the feelings were easy to recall.
Mari, on the other hand, was in significantly worse shape having no such experience in dealing with Syrena. She managed to land softly onto the forest ground without much issue, though the onslaught of exhaustion made her lose her step, and she grabbed onto a nearby root to steady herself. She’d be able to fight it if she just had some time...
Out of the corner of her eye, Andreja spotted Cassius going at Mari - a battle she knew didn’t suit her partner’s skill set. She knew that battling Syrena definitely didn’t suit her own - what were vines to a fire user? A momentary stun was all she needed, so she closed her eyes hard and worked to magnify all those terrible feelings. Once she saw her opening, she summoned all the strength that she kept telling herself she had - even if she didn’t feel it - and ran towards Mari and Cassius.
Syrena blinked once, twice, and then three times as a horrible feeling crept up inside her. It was a feeling of horror and dread, a terrible feeling. It stunned Syrena, throwing her off balance for a quick second before she smirked, realizing the card Andreja had played. It was impressive, the daughter of Hestia had to admit. As the shorter of the two girls shot out towards Cassius, Syrena turned her attention to Mari. Her gaze settled on her and once again, she could feel the energy and emotion floating off of Mari. Taking a deep breath, Syrena began to focus on the feeling of pain--but then she stopped short, unsure of that was something she could be capable of doing. But she had another idea--a better idea. Narrowing her eyes as she focused in on Mari’s emotions, Syrena willed the pure dread that Stefan had felt before Syrena had healed him. This emotion was dark and murky--like swamp water ran cloudy with spilled oil.
“Move! Get Syrena!” Andreja shouted to her partner, trusting the girl to do as she said and understand the situation. Teamwork had always been something Reja had been able to pride herself on. The daughter of Dionysus quickly wove her way in between the two, sword in hand, ready to defend Mari as best she could against a Roman much bigger than herself. At the very least she was a better match up than the skinny little five-foot-four magician behind her. Mari reacted quickly to her partner’s commands, rolling out of the way of the gladius as it came down on a pile of leaves only an inch from her behind. She shuddered slightly at the thought of that swing connecting, swiftly getting to her feet. Jeez, was Cassius out for blood? Those Romans really had zero chill.
“I know it’s hard to find someone your own size to pick on, but did you really have to go for the girl a foot shorter than you?” Andreja scolded him. She used that moment to try to catch him off guard. The amazonian swung her sword while willing new vines to rise from the earth around his feet, hoping to trip him up, but had no such luck. Cassius gave no response as he deflected the blade off the side of his shield in a hiss of metal, while his other hand cut the vines down with his gladius.
Mari raised a hand at Cassius while his attention was on Andreja, beginning to mutter an incantation under her breath when the undeniable feeling of dread creeped into her system, and she faltered. The incantation stopped haltingly as beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she whirled, staring at the unmistakable cause of the suffocating fear she was feeling. Steady… she told herself, willing her psyche to fight against the growing despair, managing to start the incantation once more, this time making it all the way to the end. Her hand must have wavered, or something, for the projectile that formed made an arc above Cassius’ sword arm, connecting squarely with a tree followed by a soft ‘thud’ as it lost one of its branches.
Cassius instinctively threw himself to the side as the witch-girl let loose an unknown projectile towards him, although it was unnecessary, as the girl's concentration seemed to break at the last moment, causing the spell to go wide and slam into a nearby tree. Cassius took a small step backwards and settled into a defensive stance for a moment to assess his new opponent and the battlefield. And to take a breather, trying to force his sore muscles and strained limbs to continue to obey him long enough for Dexter to secure the flag, although how close she was to doing so he didn't know.
The combat was too chaotic for him to tell, what with his teammate's pyromaniac attitude. To be fair to her, it was a pretty good plan, flush the enemies out by setting fire to their hiding spot, distract the guards and use the smoke to obscure their vision as the objective was stolen away. But it was the kind of plan one might use in some sort of brutal, horrific medieval siege where the goal was the murder of your enemies. Not so great when the cover you burned down was your own forest, and the enemies you fought were supposed to survive the encounter. Though, if someone had told him that this was just the normal way the Greeks played the game, he would've believed them.
Mari cringed at her failed spell and considered trying another, but with her still trying to force herself not even to show a tremble— lest Syrena realize the true effects of her pathokinesis— Mari wasn’t confident her next attempt would be anymore successful. Plan B, then. She looked for a suitable shadow in her vicinity, and it seemed the tree (that was very much on fire) would provide the perfect dark cover. There wasn’t time for a second thought, and she plunged her hand in, the shadows engulfing her forearm. She rummaged through, searching for the familiar shape of the cards-
Score! Triumphantly, Mari pulled her hand out, readying herself to cast mistforms of her and Andreja, only to find that she’d pulled out an Ace of Spades and… an expired coupon for a free smoothie. She made an irritated noise, tossing the useless items aside as she pondered what else she could do in this state.
Syrena watched as it settled all around Mari, enveloping her with a sense of dread and fear--as if death were on its way for her. The fire was fueled by Syrena’s powers--almost as if the more she used them, the stronger the fire burned. It had spread around the group by now, edging its way closer and closer to the flag. But her mind was not focused on that--no, she was far too busy focusing on what was happening between Cassius and Andreja. In a quick attempt, Syrena focused on the small area between Cassius and Andreja, willing a fire to spread around and entrap the daughter of Dionysus. But she made a mistake--while her mind was focused on protecting Cassius, her fire encircled him instead before further spreading into the trees.
Chiron was not going to be pleased.
With the analysis complete and no more time to spare, Cassius darted forward towards his new opponent, his large shield raised, and in standard Roman fighting style, his gladius hidden behind it so the enemy would have no idea as to the direction of his incoming strike. Cassius did not make it that far however, his charge being cut off as a circle of fire erupted around him. His eyes widened and panicked for a brief moment, he threw himself backwards onto the ground, landing with a grunt and narrowly avoiding the wall of flame that had sprung up in front of him. The Roman looked around, finding himself trapped. The heat was intense, and smoke was beginning to gather and find its way into his lungs, causing coughs. Sweat dripped from his brow as he was baked in his heavy metal armor. There was a brief moment of confusion as he wondered why in Jupiter's name this had even happened in the first place, but it was swiftly pushed aside by the need to escape. Cassius quickly unstrapped the shield from his forearm, letting it drop to the ground as he sheathed his gladius. He stared into the fire, his green eyes squinting. Then he let out a long sigh, shaking his head.
"Ah, fuck it." he said, before taking a few steps back, raising his forearms over his head and leaping through the fire. It scorched him, but he endured and emerged in front of Andreja. Naturally, his opponent was caught off guard by his sudden appearance, and he decided to use that to his advantage. Recovering quickly, he bent low and tucked himself into a charge, slamming his shoulderpad into the girl's lower abdomen, sweeping her off her feet as he grabbed her by a leg and arm, gritting his teeth and letting out a strained grunt as he heaved her over his head. He almost dropped her onto his knee, but discipline took over for a moment as he realized that he had no desire to possibly break the girl's spine, so instead he took a step forward and course-corrected sending her hurtling into the dirt at his feet.
Andreja was ready to laugh when she saw a circle of fire erupt around her opponent, wondering if Mari had somehow managed that, not realizing it was his own teammate’s fault. Unfortunately for her, there was little time to laugh as a six foot four, roughly two hundred and thirty pound Roman came leaping through the flames and right at her. Her eyes widened in fear and her mouth opened in surprise as he showed no signs of stopping. All of the sudden, her feet were no longer on the ground? That wasn’t good. Did she scream? Maybe. In a blur of motion, she had been picked up by Cassius and, just as quickly, slammed back down onto the ground. The impact hurt, to say the least, and absolutely knocked the wind out of her. There was a moment in which she forgot how to breathe. Had she ever known in the first place? It was hard to tell. Stunned and silent, she stared back up at him, unable to even croak.
Mari was awe-stricken by the Roman’s sheer courage, so much so that she’d watched, quite fascinated, as Cassius barreled straight into her partner in crime. Andreja’s shout was what shook her out of her momentary confusion, and she broke into action, another incantation on the tip of her tongue. With a dramatic whirl of the wrist, where the Roman had been was now a small, adorable, harmless little bunny. She darted forward and scooped him up, holding him under an arm as she made for the crumpled form of her teammate, her other hand fishing out Nawa’s potion from her pocket. “Drink,” Mari ordered quietly, tipping the vial towards Andreja’s lips. Andreja did as she was told, a familiar warm feeling spreading throughout her body and reminding it how to function.
Despite Syrena’s mistake, the Roman still managed to surprise her and their opponents, jumping straight through the fire and towards Andreja, true Spartan style. But Syrena did not have time to marvel at the move--her attention had drifted off into the distance. The fire had spread quickly--way faster than Syrena had imagined or intended. It’s flames were licking away at the tree that the Red Team’s flag was in--reaching on upwards until it lapped at the edges of the red cloth. And just like that, the flag lit up into flames--just out of Dex’s reach.
“Oh fuck….” Syrena muttered out, glancing over at Cassius, who was now a fluffy and rather angry looking bunny. The fire had spread from beyond them, towards the middle of the forest and onwards--and still, it was just another normal game of Capture the Flag.
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ELIAS SACHETS
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Hidden in the Willows of a Vine-wound tree,
A weak sound whispered, "Help! Set me free!"
Chaos all around, a flag still unfound,
Elias, is still stuck. Only luck will let her flee
She watched a raging fight and a fiery sight,
The forest soon caught ablaze
Chaos still around, a flag almost found,
Elias! Snap out of your daze!
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Hidden in the Willows of a Vine-wound tree,
A weak sound whispered, "Help! Set me free!"
Chaos all around, a flag still unfound,
Elias, is still stuck. Only luck will let her flee
She watched a raging fight and a fiery sight,
The forest soon caught ablaze
Chaos still around, a flag almost found,
Elias! Snap out of your daze!
Elias coughed, finally breaking free from the vines as the caught on fire. She slumped to the ground, rubbing her sore wrists. Her eyes were shut, and the only thing she could hear in her increasingly panicked state, was the sound of her own heartbeat thumping in her ears. T-there's a fire... Again. Despite trying to act, this was the only thought that replayed on her mind. There was a fire all around her, and Elias was equipped with nothing but bad luck. She knew for a fact that any move she made would ultimately lead her to some pain- she'd had enough bad days to realize what would happen.
"The Fates really have it in for me..." Elias was used to rotten luck, but she didn't understand what had gone so horribly wrong this time. It was supposed to be yet another game of capture the flag. A nagging feeling kept tugging at her gut, only panicking her further.
"That's it! I'm done. C-Chiron, I'm done!" Elias declared, turning around to make a run for it. Just as she took a step, a burning branch came crashing down in front of her. Elias stumbled backward clenched her hands over her heart. Help...
A problem now arose; An unknown set of foes,
Dampening the mood as they came.
Chaos all around, a flag still un-found,
"Hark! Are they part of the game?"
Dangerous foes, so watch out for your toes,
All poison: They'd sting, and you're dead.
Chaos still ensues, one team stands to lose,
Unkown. Yet her fear, Un-shed.
The scorpions still hadn't reached the ring of fire that surrounded Elias, but it was only time before they did. She was unaware of it, however. There was already enough to deal with, and Elias would have to jump through hoops to get out of this one. A fire hoop.Dampening the mood as they came.
Chaos all around, a flag still un-found,
"Hark! Are they part of the game?"
Dangerous foes, so watch out for your toes,
All poison: They'd sting, and you're dead.
Chaos still ensues, one team stands to lose,
Unkown. Yet her fear, Un-shed.
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Mood: Ded
Location: Part of the woods near the flag that is now burning
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Dexter's teammates distracted Mari and Andreja enough that she was able to slip past the defenses unnoticed. She made a mental note to watch out for any more traps as she closed the remainder of the distance between herself and the flag. Now was the time she had to start worrying about how to get it down. It was strung up in one of the lower branches of the tree, but just high enough that one would have to climb in order to retrieve it. Dex, however, was in no mood to shimmy up a tree. Instead, she flung up her bat in an attempt to hit the branch and knock it to the ground. This, of course, failed because bats were not made for throwing, and after several more pitiful tries, she let out a huff, dropped her weapon, and began the climb.
To Dex's left, the ring of fire that Syrena had created was spreading dangerously fast. Already, she could feel the heat pulsing off of it, but she persisted on. She was almost within reach when the flames at last reached her tree. She reached for a branch, but the singed piece of wood gave way beneath her grasp and, losing her footing, the daughter of Hades fell back to the forest floor. "Damn it!" she cried, getting to her feet and looking on as the red team's flag was engulfed in fire. Dex hated to admit defeat, but these were extenuating circumstances. As if to prove this point, the ground beneath Dex began to tremble. She glanced around in confusion. "What the hell?" She struggled to maintain her balance, but suddenly, it stopped as soon as it had started. The screams erupting from the other side of the river, though, told her that whatever it was wasn't over. She recalled having said only fifteen minutes ago that once the horn blew everything would go to shit, and this was just another example of that. Grabbing her bat, Dex took off towards the other side of the woods, dodging flaming trees as she went.
Dex heard them before she saw them. Something—no, lots of things—was scurrying across the blanket of pine needles on the forest floor. She came to a stop, squinting into the darkness to make out what was producing the sound. Pit scorpions. Lovely. Dex sighed in exasperation. "Shit," she muttered. There was a raging wildfire behind her and a horde of angry, killer scorpions in front of her. At this point, it was a matter of choosing her preferred method of death: being burned alive or stung. There wasn't much Dex could do about a fire, but she could slow down the scorpions. The daughter of Hades pressed a button on the handle of her bat, and the end of her weapon lit up like a torch, flames dancing along the bronze surface. "This is gonna get messy."
Meanwhile, Forrest watched as the red team's territory went up in flames. "That's not good," he said to himself. Then the ground gave way and out came a horde of pit scorpions. "That's really not good." Forrest dropped down from his perch in a tree near the river, the quiver of arrows on his back rattling. Despite everything within him wanting to run the other way, Forrest headed toward the source of the trouble, knowing that, as a child of Demeter, he'd be able to help.
The closer he got to the chasm through which they came, the thicker the drones of scorpions were. It was difficult, but he managed to pick his way over to the pit. Climbing up on the rocks, he stared down into the hole to try and assess how deep it was, but alas, it was too dark. Still, he could stop its growing and—with a great deal of strength—he might be able to close the chasm as well. At the very least, he could make it smaller, thus lessening the stream of scorpions crawling out of it. Luckily for him, he hadn't used a single ounce of energy during Capture the Flag—he'd spent the entirety of the game sitting in a tree, occasionally shooting arrows at campers who crossed the river into his team's territory as a warning. Perhaps he would be able to close the pit after all.
Concentrating, Forrest extended his hands out over the chasm from where he stood on the rocks above it. His eyes snapped shut, he did his best to block out the chaos around him and focus on nothing more than getting that hole to close. The ground began to rumble once again, but this time, the dirt was shifting back into place instead of crumbling away. It was quite an expanse and the act of closing it drained every bit of energy that Forrest currently had, but within minutes, the hole had shrunk to a space no bigger than a quarter. Immediately, his exhaustion took over, and Forrest collapsed in a heap on top of the rocks. "You guys go ahead," he muttered. "I'm just gonna take a quick nap."
To Dex's left, the ring of fire that Syrena had created was spreading dangerously fast. Already, she could feel the heat pulsing off of it, but she persisted on. She was almost within reach when the flames at last reached her tree. She reached for a branch, but the singed piece of wood gave way beneath her grasp and, losing her footing, the daughter of Hades fell back to the forest floor. "Damn it!" she cried, getting to her feet and looking on as the red team's flag was engulfed in fire. Dex hated to admit defeat, but these were extenuating circumstances. As if to prove this point, the ground beneath Dex began to tremble. She glanced around in confusion. "What the hell?" She struggled to maintain her balance, but suddenly, it stopped as soon as it had started. The screams erupting from the other side of the river, though, told her that whatever it was wasn't over. She recalled having said only fifteen minutes ago that once the horn blew everything would go to shit, and this was just another example of that. Grabbing her bat, Dex took off towards the other side of the woods, dodging flaming trees as she went.
Dex heard them before she saw them. Something—no, lots of things—was scurrying across the blanket of pine needles on the forest floor. She came to a stop, squinting into the darkness to make out what was producing the sound. Pit scorpions. Lovely. Dex sighed in exasperation. "Shit," she muttered. There was a raging wildfire behind her and a horde of angry, killer scorpions in front of her. At this point, it was a matter of choosing her preferred method of death: being burned alive or stung. There wasn't much Dex could do about a fire, but she could slow down the scorpions. The daughter of Hades pressed a button on the handle of her bat, and the end of her weapon lit up like a torch, flames dancing along the bronze surface. "This is gonna get messy."
Meanwhile, Forrest watched as the red team's territory went up in flames. "That's not good," he said to himself. Then the ground gave way and out came a horde of pit scorpions. "That's really not good." Forrest dropped down from his perch in a tree near the river, the quiver of arrows on his back rattling. Despite everything within him wanting to run the other way, Forrest headed toward the source of the trouble, knowing that, as a child of Demeter, he'd be able to help.
The closer he got to the chasm through which they came, the thicker the drones of scorpions were. It was difficult, but he managed to pick his way over to the pit. Climbing up on the rocks, he stared down into the hole to try and assess how deep it was, but alas, it was too dark. Still, he could stop its growing and—with a great deal of strength—he might be able to close the chasm as well. At the very least, he could make it smaller, thus lessening the stream of scorpions crawling out of it. Luckily for him, he hadn't used a single ounce of energy during Capture the Flag—he'd spent the entirety of the game sitting in a tree, occasionally shooting arrows at campers who crossed the river into his team's territory as a warning. Perhaps he would be able to close the pit after all.
Concentrating, Forrest extended his hands out over the chasm from where he stood on the rocks above it. His eyes snapped shut, he did his best to block out the chaos around him and focus on nothing more than getting that hole to close. The ground began to rumble once again, but this time, the dirt was shifting back into place instead of crumbling away. It was quite an expanse and the act of closing it drained every bit of energy that Forrest currently had, but within minutes, the hole had shrunk to a space no bigger than a quarter. Immediately, his exhaustion took over, and Forrest collapsed in a heap on top of the rocks. "You guys go ahead," he muttered. "I'm just gonna take a quick nap."
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