Children of the Gods: Arc 2 [Game/Closed]

[hiei82]

"Daughter? That's a strong looking daughter you have there. Hope you're ready, Persian. There'll be a lot of blood out there." Ares said, winking.

Vera smirked at the god of war before replying "Stronger than you old man." and gripping the god's forearm back. If this was to be a final battle, there had to be something of a competition between the warriors. Purely for morale purposes of course. In truth however, Vera's stomach was churning and bubbling in the worst sort of way as her nerves got to her. The weight of it all was impossible to bear and the waiting made it far worse. She really just wanted to get the struggle between good and evil over as soon as possible. She didn't show any of this on her face - at least voluntarily; it would do little good to give the fear voice.

"Well, at least Ahraman won't be out there to fight." she muttered to herself, trying to think of the accomplishments on their quest over the catastrophes. Unfortunately, the faces of Remus and Able were still all too fresh.

It was during the wait that Nicole appeared; giving her a CD. Vera smiled and said. "Thanks. When this is all over, I'll be sure to make you a remix." She let the subtext that they were both gonna make it through this rest; it was going to be true; no immutable fact. She pulled Nicole into a hug in thanks.

Eventually, it came time to launch the attack. After a rousing tactical discussion, they burst from the building, running headlong into the enemies in wedge formation. The goal wasn't to destroy the army, just cut deep enough through that they could reach the prison. For her part, Vera used the shield to hold the wedge together as best possible and the sword to cut down any enemy who dared get in her way.

There was no time for hesitation, forethought, or mercy. There was only war.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Runa largely ignored Ares, she didn't buy thing 'we thought of everything' reply she'd gotten and his attempt to get the troops ready to go fell flat to her, she needed no such motivation. what she wanted, was an end to this, to go home, to get her life in order, and finally have that talk with her mother she's been aching for since the start of this.

She took a deep breath when the doors opened, got a nice firm grip on the dagger Steven had made her, and felt the pocket she had the lens she'd gotten from Vera's father, making sure it was still there after having gotten it before meting up with the others, as well as dropping off the CDs Nicole had gotten her. No sense taking those into a battle. She headed out with the others. "We're all coming back" She said to Prometheus, with the kind of confidence that was meant to put him at easy for not being able to join then past the entrance.

 

[IFS]

After the sword had finished being sharpened Nicole had moved quickly to return to the others, she knew this might be the last time she spoke to some of them, maybe all of them, though she wasn't about to sit back and let such a thing happen if she could stop it. She had taken the remaining gifts and handed them out, explaining quickly why she had thought they would like them. Vera in particular was thankful, hugging her.

"Thanks. When this is all over, I'll be sure to make you a remix."

She smiled and nodded, hugging her back. Nothing more felt like it needed to be said. They were going to get through this, every one of them. She wouldn't let anything else happen, not if she could help it.

Prometheus seemed saddened by his not being able to go with them, though Aria at least tried to cheer him up.

"We're all coming back"

"Damn right," she muttered, nodding in approval. This was it, the final battle, this decided whether they won or lost and she wasn't about to let them lose. She pushed away her exhaustion and fear, steeling herself as they moved out, she wasn't sure what they would find or what Dio was capable of but it didn't matter. We will stop him, we have to.

 

[Green Shoes]

War...

A cacophony of sound erupted as the small wedge of warriors was quickly engulfed in a sea of stampeding assailants. Within the first moment, the snow around them began to melt under wave after wave of hot blood. It was not a matter of skill against numbers; the Centaurs were both bloodthirsty and accurate, arrows and spears quickly finding their way into the outer-most of the warriors. Those dead and dying were left in the mottled snow, as the wedge slowly pushed on.

The half-Gods were in the center of the wedge, protected on all sides from the chaos, save the odd arrow or two. Between the shoulders of warriors, they could catch glimpses of deities; known and unknown; cutting a swathe straight through to the prison. Ares was at point; a furious whirlwind of anger, totally oblivious to the mounting number of wounds. Hachiman was nearby; careful and precise, he seemed to be as yet untouched by any weapon.

Vidarr had been drawn from the group in his rage; his battle-cry was wrought with the grief of his son, and though he felled beast after beast, he was quickly surrounded, and removed from the vision of all. A terrible clap of thunder was heard, and there erupted a bright and brilliant flash of light where he was last seen, that shot high into the air and hung amidst the cloud. It was as if the battle suddenly paused, before several members of the left flank rushed off to where the God had fallen. They were swiftly followed by several pale giants, of whom two were contending with a monstrous, dark Elephant, whose tusks were buried deep in both of them.

As the left flank broke away, the group of youths was quickly exposed to the onslaught. The wedge had made it close to the prison; Ares had already begun to kill off the guards near the iron gate; men and women whose fingers curled to talons, wielding vicious sickles. Verathragna flung himself between the group and the charging centaurs, yet even he could not stop so many; several made it past him, and now confronted the group.

Where the God cut two down, four more would spring up, and he was soon pressed against the group, his sword impaled in the chest of a still writhing centaur. A vicious swipe across his face had opened a large wound, and ichor poured forth. Above the din of battle, he shouted.

"Make for the gate! Now!"

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Through the din of battle, a slender, blue woman flexed her four arms, before sprinting to below the light of Vidarr, beginning a vicious offensive against those few guarding it. Thunder clapped again, though this time accompanied by lightning, which struck near her, singing her hair. Shrieking, she redoubled her efforts, fighting harder, alongside the pale giants. The small group of defenders called out for help; yet those remaining in the wedge had to look away and fight on. The youths were their priority. Only Hachiman responded, taking a high-guard and charging through the fray, drawing up in single combat against the woman, who had armed herself with both flame and sword.

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Prometheus drew up alongside Verathragna, slamming his spear home into a single centaur; a somewhat amateur effort compared to the impressive Persian. Not the fighting type, he gritted his teeth and tried as best he could to hold them at bay, taking a defensive stance and striking only as they leapt. Only his strength pulled him through, though that began to weaken as the battle took its toll, and it wasn't long before an arrow found itself to his thigh; striking straight through and tearing out the other side. The wound began to burn and smoulder, causing him to cry out.

Steadying himself against the Persian, he waved his spear ineffectively against the ever-closer enemies. There was no wild fear in the Titan, nor the fierce blood-lust that poured through the other warriors. Runa's words ran through his head.

We're all coming back.

More warriors fell to his right, near the point. Screaming in agony. It was hard to put his faith in her words. Though the youths had proven themselves time and again. They deserved a chance. Spearing another centaur, the body slid down the spear, gnashing teeth coming terrifyingly close.

I'm going to die.

 

[DarkRawen]

Andrew didn't know what held his attention most as they continued onwards, the fighting and the centaurs and all the blood, or the thunder. However, one thing was clear, the lightning had him shaking, he probably wouldn't be moving if he hadn't been surrounded and forced to move. The fighting and the sounds sort of... dulled out, compared to the thunder. He saw the fighting, certainly, and he was wary of it, but that was it, really. There wasn't thoughts in his mind regarding it, he was just telling himself to keep moving, and that the lightning wasn't aimed at him.

I think it's even coming from the our temporarily allies.

It didn't help, telling himself something like that never did. He wanted to hide, really, go away. Even fighting Dio would probably be better than this, at least then he wouldn't be scared almost stiff like some moron, in the middle of a war.

I wonder if I could cure a phobia.

Could he? Probably not, since it was a mental condition. It wasn't as if he didn't know the whole: careful exposure to lightning and thunder, teaching your body that it's not dangerous by examining it from a safe distance and all that stuff. He couldn't ever forget that, Kirsten had told him so multiple times when she had noticed that he wasn't fond of it. However, this kind of exposure couldn't be good, he was more scared now than he had been before, but perhaps that was the situation around him.

Yet I don't seem to mind the fact that people are dying around me.

It wasn't as if he enjoyed it, it was certainly horrible. However, his mind and body didn't seem to have learned that, he was probably too selfish to really care.

I'm just... scared, though.

He didn't like that. Andrew didn't want to be here either. He noticed that Prometheus had been shot by an arrow, but he couldn't help him, they were moving, Prometheus were fighting, and he had to save what he had regained of his powers.

Prometheus better not die, though.

Of all the gods and warriors and everything there -apart from the demigods, or most of them anyways- the Titan was the one he wanted the most to survive.

And especially not get hit by lightning.

The sound of thunder still remained in his mind, the thunder now, and the thunder from back then. Andrew really had gotten worse, hadn't he?

"Make for the gate! Now!"

Who said that? Did he care who said that?

It was... Vera's dad, wasn't it?

Yes, he thought so. Andrew nodded, doubting the god would see the act, and went towards the gate, quickly, not even looking back to see if the others were following. They would be there, and even if they didn't, at least he'd be inside soon.

Also completely and utterly screwed.

Then again, who was to say they weren't already? Who knew if they could beat Dio, after all? Who knew if they would even be able to do anything called a fight, and not get tossed around. However, he wasn't going to die, he reminded himself.

I've got people I need to apologize to.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Runa kept pace with every one else as the ran to their final destination. Her thoughts where a bit all over, not enough to distract her and put her in danger but her thoughts started to turn to what was 'next' beyond the final show down with Dio.

Mostly of what she would need to do once she was back in Texas, though she tried to not dwell on it, but it was hard not to think about what came next now that they where so close to ending this. Fortunately there was enough going on around her that needed her attention to remain alive that such thoughts where not as distracting as they could have been. Centaurs, arrows and other deadly thing flying through the air kept her focus where it needed to be.

Soon enough though, an opportunity to enter the fort presented it self and she made her way in with the others, and waited for the others not yet in to join those that where before moving on, now was defiantly not the time to wander off.

 

[IFS]

Nicole's wings formed invisibly behind her, she wasn't about to fly and make herself a target in all this but she had to be ready. All around her people, gods and monsters, were fighting and falling, she desperately wanted to reach out with her power to try and protect them, but it was too much. She needed to save her strength for what lay ahead, and forced herself to focus on their group. I won't let any sacrifices be in vain either.

"Make for the gate! Now!"

She nodded and pressed forward, staying near the front of the group. This was it, they couldn't fail now. Feeling the strength the bite of fruit had given her she pushed onwards, moving with the group towards the gate.

 

[CrazyGirl17]

How did I get myself into this? Shiro thought numbly to himself. He and the others were now charging into battle,

The sounds of battle raged all around them, but he forced himself to focus on their destination, even if he had to duck every now and then from a stray arrow. Lightning flashed somewhere nearby, making him wince. Unbidden, thoughts of his father sprang to Shiro's mind. Where was he now? Was he fighting in the war, or had he hidden with the rest of his kin?

"Make for the gate! Now!"

The sudden voice made Shiro jump in surprise, but son he sharpened his focus and fllwoed the rest of the half-gods towards the relative safety of the fort. There was no way he was going to die now.

 

[hiei82]

Make for the gate! Now!" Verathragna called out, drawing her attention.

Vera glanced back at her father as he was overcome by the centaur. She wanted to run back and help him but knew she couldn't. The only way to truly help him was to keep moving and kill Dionysus before they lost anyone else. That said, when Prometheus jumped into the fray, she certainly felt better.

"Mental note: I own him one." she thought before rushing toward the gates. She carved through enemy after enemy who got in her way; killing more than she counted as she pushed further toward the gate. With each strike she thought made a note, "1 less strike before it's Dionysus"

Step by step, she moved toward the gate and what lay beyond.

 

[Terratina.]

"Make for the gate! Now!"

Etna run, swiping blindly with the knife at whatever got in the way. Though in some cases, she dodged out of the way of things were probably trying to kill her, given the situation. First, she had been dragged through a storm to some bar down under, after that it had just been a rush of encounters with gods familiar and unfamiliar, mythological creatures, items of power, tokens and oaths. And here all of those threads had come together and had created a garbled mess. It seemed somewhat inevitable that it had came this: a massive battle between the gods. Still, there wasn't any time to ponder whether going along with the whole deal of stopping Dionysus and apparently saving the world by doing that was worth it.

She had a gate to get to, after all.

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

Steven saw the others were going. There was no escaping this fight. He got up from the forge, grabbing the shotgun and the ax.

"Let's hope we live to see the day the Gods move on with the rest of the world," Steven said grimly, silently following the others. Two empty shells were ejected, two fresh ones were inserted.

He got into the wedge, keeping up with others.

Whatever reason, they were the important ones. The Wine god shrugged off their previous attacks.

"Make for the gate! Now!"

He charged forward, trying to ignore all the death surrounding.

 

[Green Shoes]

The group, sans Prometheus, moved swiftly towards the imposing iron gates. Upon their arrival, they were rammed open by Ganesh; his colossal, Elephant frame slumping in the snow after the effort. A large wound in his flank was searing and burning with unseen flame, though the God didn't writhe as the others did. His eyes simply seemed large and sad.

The gate led to a small courtyard with a small, concrete archway opening into the building. With no light coming from inside, it seemed a doorway into blackness. They could all feel a deep pull; as if the world was somewhat heavier in that darkness; it called to them. Ares rounded what remained of his warriors behind him, encircling the group once more; effectively walling them closer to the entrance.

"Alright, they're inside! Get the wounded and reclaim the dead!"

With a forceful shove, Ares pushed them all in, before he was obscured in a melee of bodies. The dark tunnel echoed with their footsteps, and the depth seemed to call them onwards. With little light, they could only see a few feet in front of them. The walls, the floor, the ceiling; they were all made of a deep, black stone; held together with tiny, twisting roots. Faint traces of spiders web seemed to fall from the ceiling, though once noticed they seemed to vanish. Everything absorbed both light and sound; it was a truly crushing dark.

Arriving in a small, semi-circular room, they couldn't be sure if they had walked for a moment or an hour. The sounds of the battle outside had vanished; only the sound of their breathing filled the room. Made of the same deep stone, there was a small, hanging lightbulb from the roof, flickering yellow and white. Behind them was the tunnel whence they came, ahead, a similar opening, though with thin-cut stairs heading down.

A shrill, pleased voice welcomed them; it's origin unknown, it seemed to ring inside their heads, rather than being heard as a sound should. It teased memories and visions into thought; painful memories, though warped and twisted, the feelings changed and manipulated.

"I think perhaps you should hear the Wine Gods case, before making any...rash judgements. Those stairs are awfully narrow..."

The light-bulb flickered out, and each person was lost in a sea of twisted thoughts. The spider-threads seemed to hang down again from the ceiling; somewhat more tangible now, with each slight brush of skin they sent them further and further into their thoughts.

Spoiler: Andrew's Vision

Andrew's fight with his past-lover, though he feels her hurt.

Spoiler: Vera's Vision

Vera's fight with her father, and the charred body of Remus; deep regret and guilt.

Spoiler: Nicole's Vision

Leaving the letter for her father, though watching her leave through his eyes; he is truly alone.

Spoiler: Steven's Vision

The bodies of Able and Remus, and the horrific rage he felt.

Spoiler: Etna's Vision

The image of her mother, holding Steven's wrist as he is dragged into mist.

"You torture yourself enough, Child. Though the fate of your friend...perhaps I can illuminate you..."

Steven is shackled to a rock by his organs, surrounded by corvids. Etna feels both his intense pain, and their ravenous hunger.

Spoiler: Shiro's Vision

Shiro saw the deep pain and shame in his mother, hundreds of memories flashing through, though he saw her weep when he perhaps had looked away.

Spoiler: Aria's Vision

Aria saw her foster family, though surrounding her and pointing.

Witch!

She began to kill them, one by one...

Spoiler: Prail's Vision

Prail saw her father, driven from hiding and chased by wolves and deities. They jeer and hurl spears; the hunter is now the hunted. She is there, tracking him, waiting for the kill; uncontrollable.

Spoiler: Jon's Vision

Jon saw those he had fought and injured; people in hospital, paralyzed; their families greaving; some eventually dying due to complications. The guilt of his anger weighed down upon him.

 

[DarkRawen]

Andrew and the others made their way to the now open gate, and through it. He saw that the Elephant God who had forced the gate open was hurt, but, as with everyone else there, he couldn't stop to help, both because of that they needed to move, and that he still wanted to get inside, to "safety."

The group was pushed ahead by Ares, and what met them was darkness, a stone tunnel leading one way and one way only. All fear had vanished, being replaced by something he wasn't sure he knew was. Andrew walked, concentrating on moving ahead safely instead of talking or what happened behind them, and soon -or perhaps not so soon, he wasn't sure- they reached a room, with a small light-bulb to light it. Ahead was stairs heading downwards, he took note of the fact that he'd have to be careful down them.

"I think perhaps you should hear the Wine Gods case, before making any...rash judgments. Those stairs are awfully narrow..."

He didn't know who said that, or where the voice came from. The voice was shrill and what it said could be important, but that didn't matter much, as his senses were quickly overtaken by the memories appearing in his thoughts.

A familiar scene took place in his mind. Him being home early, only to find Kirsten look through some of his stuff. Not important stuff, not at all, but still. His stuff. She apologized, but the damage was already done, and he got upset. Kirsten had tried to explain herself, but he had refused to listen. He had been in the right, or so he had thought back then. However, something was different about all of this. Rather than feeling his own feelings of being betrayed, being unable to trust her anymore and himself denying the stronger feelings, he felt a lot sadder. So sad it hurt, physically. Each time he heard his own, angered words and hurtful accusations, it stung.

"You just showed me that I can't trust you."

Those words caused a great deal of pain, so much it brought tears to his eyes. Why would he say that? Why did hearing those words make him feel so sad now?

"Why? Why do you have to understand me? Why can't you just let it go?!"

Didn't Kirsten have a right to understand him? He realized now, that was what it was. Her pain, her emotions through the whole incident. That was what he was feeling. And it was terrible. What she was feeling, it was so much more than he ever could feel. Andrew wanted to look away from this, he didn't want to go through this anymore, but he couldn't. He was forced to live the pain he had caused her.

"You're just a crazy, controlling *****, so shut up!"

He had said that so coldly. He had been pushing away everything by then, all his emotions, even his love for her, he had wanted her to stop talking, he had wanted to be alone, and never have to go through that again. Now, he couldn't stop the tears from running down his face, the same way she had been unable to. This was the first real fight they had ever had, yet, at this point, he could still feel that the thought of the two of them parting ways wasn't one that Kirsten even considered. She had no reason to suspect that it would be either, they were both upset, this was painful and hurtful, and it was a side of Andrew she didn't like, but that was all. By the next morning, the fight would be over. Kirsten tried to calm herself and Andrew down, suggest they went to each separate room, and relaxed for a bit.

Andrew had made his greatest mistake at that point.

"I want you gone. I want you out of my apartment. Now."

If only he had listened to her. He wouldn't have caused her that much pain, he'd be together with her now, he was sure of it. Instead, his chest hurt so much that he had difficulties breathing, his knees weak. If he could speak, he'd tell himself to stop.

Stop it, Andrew. Don't hurt her anymore, don't talk anymore. Just don't do anything. Don't you dare tell yourself that everything is fine.

However, this was a memory. What had happened, would happen again.

"I have no longer any reason to keep you around."

Those words had crushed her, and she had nodded, slowly. Hands shaking, holding the box he had put all her things into. The memory continued to the end, he had held the door open, and she had walked through it. Without saying goodbye, he had closed it.

Then, he saw something he hadn't been prepared for, a part of the whole fight that he hadn't seen before. Kirsten hadn't left instantly that day, instead she had stood outside his apartment, her head against the door, her tears seemingly endless. Andrew couldn't stop his tears either, he couldn't even bring a hand up to dry them, because he was so lost in the memory. She had muttered to herself, whispers that he hadn't heard, begging him to please open the door, to let her back in.

"Don't do this Andrew, don't do this to me," she had whispered. "Please, don't shut me out."

How long had she stood there? To her, it had felt like an eternity, listening for his footsteps, hoping that he'd stand up any moment and realize his mistake. He loved her, she knew he did. That was why this hurt so much, she knew what he was trying to do. Already back then, she had known it wouldn't work, shutting everything out like that, protecting himself from any further pain. Kirsten had stood there, because she hoped he'd realize it himself. However, Andrew never had, and, heartbroken, she had left.

 

[Lunar Templar]

As they made their way into and down into the structure, a shrill but pleased sounding voice welcomed them, asking them to hear Dio's side of things, all while dragging up unpleasant memory's.

Or where they? the images flashing before her eyes 'felt' genuine, but there was something about them that didn't feel right, some more then others, and them the subject of her foster family was brought up and that feeling of something being wrong grew.

It was a sunny day, few clouds and a nice breeze, near perfect day at the ranch

'Wait, why am I seeing this now?'

Runa saw her foster family, but the seemed angry about something, and yelling at her like the people in town, calling her a witch, 'Aria' tried to defend her self, saying she didn't ask for these powers, she was born with them and they all knew that, and pleading with them to stop, but they just changed the insult from 'witch', to 'demon' and 'hell-spawn'.

As Runa watched the scene play out that feeling of unrightness was hanging heavy on her, something was wrong here ...

The yelling and insults, and pleading continued till her mother went to bury a knife in her, 'Aria' teleporteed out of the way but her grandfather pulled a hand gun on her, firing and hitting her in the shoulder.

'... I've never been shot ... have I? I don't...'

'Aria' fell to the floor clutching her shoulder, blood soaking her clothing, as she lift her other and and fired on her grandfather, the blast burning through the gun, his hands, and bore a hole in his chest. She watched in horror as he just feel to the floor, lifeless. The expression of surprised horror on 'Aria's' was painted face, and tried to stammer out it was an accident, and that she just wanted to knock the gun from his hand, but it didn't matter, her mother still came at her, while her grandmother collected the shot gun off its place above the fireplace and loaded it. Her mother rared back to stab her, and 'Aria' swung her arms up to protect her self as the knife came down, only to have the knife deflect off a barrier, and bounce out of her hands and into her gut, just below the ribs.

'This isn't right ...'

Her mother fell away from 'Aria', as her grandmother took aim at her with the shotgun, and 'Aria' threw a mush smaller bolt at her, to knock the shot gun away, it knocked it up as her grandmother fired, the kick and odd angle cause the elderly woman to bash her head into the stone fireplace and fall to the floor silent as her grandfather, while her father gone out side and had started the truck and started to back away, only to stop and ram the house. 'Aria' just teleported to safety as the truck crashed into the house. 'Aria' just sat down, crying, it was an old truck, and had the type of steering wheel that where known to impale people in crashes. Every one she cared about, and thought cared about her, lay dead, and she just cried.

Runa was beside her self, something was wrong with what she'd just seen. It felt real, and felt like it was what had happened, but there was doubt in what she'd seen, she didn't know what it was but she could not shake the feeling what she'd seen was false.

 

[Not G. Ivingname]

Steven walked into the room, shotgun raised. The room was wrong, besides the bulb, all light seemed to vanish. Their footsteps didn't make a single sound. For instant, he swore he could see thin lines every where.

"I think perhaps you should hear the Wine Gods case, before making any...rash judgements. Those stairs are awfully narrow..."

"Give your regards to your mother, son of Mars!"

*Crack*

Remus's body flew across his sight.

"Wha-"

Steven turned, surrounded by the road, the forest, and the rain. Able and Remus were slumped against the RV. Dead.

"This can'-,"

Steven stumbled back.

Teshub laughed.

Steven turned towards the God.

He raised the shotgun, yelling, every thin drip only enhancing the raise.

His finger started to move down on the trigger...

 

[hiei82]

"I think perhaps you should hear the Wine Gods case, before making any...rash judgements. Those stairs are awfully narrow..." a voice said from parts of the room unseen. Search though she did, Vera couldn't find the source.

As she searched however, something strange began to happen. At first, it was just a sound; barely loud enough to hear. Specifically, it was the sound of distant thunder. For a while, she thought it was just some god outside using their powers and thought no more of it. However, the more she moved around through the thick web, the louder it got. At the same time, she started to hear voices. Her father, Remus, Able, & her own voice.

The sounds were only the beginning. Before long, she started to see them. Images flashed before her eyes of her arguments with her father, of Remus and of able and their tragic death. Vera closed her eyes, holding her shield hand up to her head and cradling her forehead. Her mouth twisted into an asymmetrical frown. She stopped her search.

These were her memories. The memories for which she felt guilt and regret. The times she'd failed or been wrong. with each passing second, the memories dug deeper into her, driving the feelings home. Guilt and regret were all she felt. Yet, the monster had made a grave miscalculation. Guilt and regret; those weren't what her holding her back.

They were the forces driving her forward!

She moved her hand and opened her eyes, no aflame with the purest form of hatred she could summon. She opened her mouth let loose a low grunt of barely contained rage. Regret? That was nothing. She had the chance to fix it and she'd taken it. The only thing she'd have to regret was stopping because some monster got in her way. And guilt? Remus and Able had died because she failed sure, but they had a more direct cause of death; Dionysus and his minions. No, the images of Remus and Able only drew from her more will to fight and bleed and maim and kill ANY who got in her way.

And first in line was whoever thought they knew her or the way she thought. Raising her sword, she began cutting through the strands of web a dozen at a time, clearing her way to the monster she had every desire to slay.