End Game (WAR)

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One week and two days. War was tiring to say the least. Sure, he was born for battle, a child of Mars, but that did not mean he liked seeing his companions die. That didn’t mean he liked the feel of his gladius meeting the flesh of any demigod, even one turned to help Saturn. But he was a leader here in Camp Jupiter. There were people looking up to him for guidance. A lot of people. So he had to stay strong. So far he had taken as few sleep breaks as he could, ate only what was needed to keep moving, and all in all did everything that he was sure Tessa would have his head for doing. That was, if she wasn’t busy with her own struggles. They all were busy. They all were at the mercy of the Fates for days on end. This needed to stop.

And Remus, he was a broken man. He needed this to end right now, was determined to end it. He’d already lost so much, seen so many of his friends die, his colleagues, the people who were counting on him to keep them alive. So many injured, so many dead. And that wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. No, there was a huge mess buried beneath that with one name: Felicity. His beloved fiancé. Everything had been going fine, it had seemed they were winning even. And then it happened. Right in front of his face. It had been strange though. She had seen her attacker coming, he was sure of it. Why hadn’t she blocked it? She’d just… taken it. Sure, he’s heard the voice of Discordia in his ear just before she had met her end, predicting it. It had been the straw that broke the already over-stressed praetor’s back. That had been this morning, but still he was working off the rage and adrenaline of what he’d witnessed. It was what was keeping him going, sleep-deprived and food-deprived as he was. He would not rest until Saturn was in such tiny pieces that he would never come back. He wanted to see the light die from those golden eyes himself, feel his ichor on his hands. He wanted that despicable disgrace for anything to be gone, and now.

His hands clenched around the hilt of his gladius until his knuckles were white, blood poured from multiple wounds he refused to have looked at. His leg was killing him, but he didn’t care. He’d check it out only when the battle was over, or he was dead. Whichever came first. He didn’t really care. Well, he did care. He wanted them to win first, then he could die. So he was barking commands and leading what forces were still on their feet with a vigor he had not seen yet. It was time to end this.

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REMUS STONE

((see above))

CLARE FONTAINE

She’d stayed with her cohort as much as she could, leading them and being there for them. The only time she hadn’t been there, she’d been in the field infirmary getting patched up. Thank the gods for ambrosia. It worked wonders. And thankfully, she hadn’t yet gotten anything serious enough to keep her off the field too long. She was tired, though. So tired. And sore. How much longer could she go like this? She had to be strong for her cohort. She had to.

PROMETHEUS

It was clear who was going to win. Well, that was to say, it was clear to him, but that might be considered cheating to some. Oh well. He frequented Temple Hill so he could watch the action, and there was a lot of it to watch. Since the gods were torn between their battles here and in New York, he felt perfectly safe in their happy little sacred ground without fear of being shooed away or worse. Occasionally he would visit the infirmary on Camp’s side, check in on how things were going, but other than that, he was a spectator. After all, never in time had he been the fighting sort.

AUGUST MITCHELL

August was out of arrows, which was a bad thing. Actually, he’d run out two days ago. He hated hand-to-hand righting. He’d always been rubbish at it. Though at least it distracted him from worrying about the injured. The dead. Hoping that his loved ones (all two of them) were not among their number. Battle forced him to focus. Look through the pain of his myriad of cuts and bruises, look through his fear that he did everything to hide. He wasn’t along, not in the slightest. He was surrounded by friend and foe alike as the armies merged into one enormous mass of chaos and insanity. No amount of training could have prepared for this. Sure, he had been in the last war, but this one seemed somehow worse. Maybe because Saturn himself was here. Last time it had only been his second hand man, Hyperion. Only. Yeah right. The war had still been difficult and testing for everyone. His first time killing someone. It had been awful. He shook the feeling away. He would have to do it again, heck, already had. His gladius was not as clean as he wished it would be.

He was distracted as a draconae coming at him from the front, fighting her off and trying to get to a fatal blow when he felt it. Two great pads of force slamming into his lower back. His gladius fell from his hand as he flew forward, the hellhound coming with him. He braced himself for impact, but instead he was plunged into a nightmare. The air became freezing as the shadow of the draconae engulfed him and the dog, making the world spin and his whole body ache like he’d just gotten off a merciless roller coaster for the fifth time in a row. Then came the slam. The earth met him face-on as the hellhound pinned him down. He could feel several of his ribs breaking with searing pain. His gladius was long gone, back at Camp Jupiter, while he was… wherever he was…

ETHAN HUNTER

Being bedridden stunk. But he was still okay with it. He’d face that beastie again a hundred times if he had to. It had been for Lilith. Well, for all the people in the infirmary too for that matter, but still. She’d been part of that list, so yeah. He didn’t mind one bit. He breathed out and closed his eyes and prayed that the war was going well without him.

AMELIA ROSE MacARTHUR

((asleep in the infirmary))

SATURN

War. It was so… barbaric. But alas, a means to an end. His glorious reign was neigh. He walked through the battle like it was nothing, everything within a five foot radius of him freezing in time. If someone got in his way, he was rid of them. If they were on his side, pushing them over worked, if they were not, so did beheading with a scythe. He scanned the battlefield as he walked, a cold smile on his face. Even with the Olympians – or some of them that is – here, they were doomed to failure. Good. He would demolish their willpower, their desire to fight. He would break every last one of them. They would never rise again against him. This was it. They would all bow to him by the end of this day. Oh, it was glorious. He was back for good.

MARIE WINTERS

((infirmary))

SAMANTHA MASON

She was down to her gladius now, her bow broken yesterday. Thankfully, her ten years in the Legion had honed her skills even further past her old skill with a hunting knife. She was ready for this. And unlike her old sisters, the hunters, she had a greater reason to defend this place. This was her home. There were people she cared about here. She jabbed her gladius through a hellhound’s eye socket and yanked it back out as the creature cried and dissolved in dark dust. One down. So, so many more to go. This battle needed to end. Too many had fallen. She was sure the infirmary was bursting at the seams. They had been at it so long. Her whole body ached, she needed rest, food, but she couldn’t give in. Not until Saturn was dead and his forces scattered.

KAYLEE HANSEN

So many were dying. Somehow it seemed even worse than the last war. Maybe she was even more sensitive to death now or something though. Or maybe it was that the King of the Titans was right here. Neither was promising. Or maybe it was the fact that she had seen his die. Her Nicholas. He was gone. It was days ago now, but that didn’t make it any better. He had died right before her eyes, right in her arms. It was the most horrific moment of her, well, not really her life, but anything she had ever been through. Even her death had been more pleasant than seeing the one she loved so dearly die. Her mind was still a painful buzz. To try and distract herself, she had taken refuge in the main infirmary trying to be there for those who had a chance of making it.


NOTE: So it’s just going to be me in this thread then? Awesome. Thanks, guys. Dibs on killing Saturn. MWAHAHA (Jupiter, if you really want him, then you better get your sorry butt here or I’m changing the canon). Being wrapped up in the aftermath is all well and good, but abandoning the site plot is rather stupid.[/rant]

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-Charlie-mack Jolly-

Charlie was tired. Blood was caked to her face from an earlier Harpy attack. Those damned beasts were such a pain in the ass. But on the upside, she had slayed a Drakon before it could kill Chris in his brief moment of vulnerability. She had lost count on those that she had killed. She tried to keep it so that it was only monsters she killed and not demi-gods. Though to be honest, sometimes it was one in the same. Some of the demi-gods themselves had become monsters. Though it was hard to tell who was sane and who was completely out of their minds for fighting against with Saturn. She had caught glimpses of her brother, Remus. He fought like a mad man. Her father was in battle as well. Nothing made her more terrified that he could be an enemy such as that. She had no reason to fight against the gods, but, the thought of having to fight against her father, well.... that was enough to make her want to fight for new rome if she didn't have other reasons.

Her shield had become a crumpled mess, a hunk of metal laying on the ground. Later on she'd have to apologize to Nova. The shield was quite an amazing piece of work. But now she was fighting hand to hand with a pair of axes she had salvaged since her gladius had given out a few days prior. She would have preferred something else but now wasn't the time to be picky. She swung her arm down, the crescent blade of the axe catching on the edge of an opponent’s shield, ripping it off of their arm and dislocating their shoulder along with it. She swung with her other arm and cold clocked the demi-god, making him crumple in a pile on the ground. There would have to be some sort of reprieve soon. She saw her brother, but then she saw something else stir behind him. “REMUS!” She shouted as she launched herself at the hell hound that rippled out of the shadows at her brothers' back. She landed on her back with the beast snapping at her as she did her best to keep it at bay.

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-Gabriel Caulder-

His arms hurt from the arrows he had previously taken. After this he probably wouldn't be able to raise his arms above his head. There was so much death. His ears were buzzing loudly from all of the death around him. It was always a problem with that moral dilemma and ethics that he had. He believed that the dead should stay dead and that was it. But right now, after grabbing a quiver of arrows off of a dead demi-god enemy, he moved on. He had been pulled to the front line, Charlie said she needed him to take care of some harpies. But it seemed like the damage had already done. Something flashed in the air. Gabriel knocked an arrow to his cheek and spun on his heel, he let the arrow loose. There was a scream and one of the harpies fell.

Gabriel stood for a moment in a brief reprieve as he took a deep breath. He had felt a tremor in his heart, another feeling that someone had died. This was someone who had been close to him. He had to know who it was but now, there wasn't any time for that. That feeling had been hours ago? Days? He wasn't sure. But each time he saw someone fall, he felt the tugging at his heart. No, he had to push past it. There was a group of monsters circling around to flank the first cohort. “No!” Gabriel shouted. A fissure of black hell fire erupted from the ground. It consumed his enemies. There was another sharp pain as he was hit by another arrow, then another.

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-Gunnar Erikson-

Gunnar was used to going days without sleep. He'd grab a few winks every few moments that he had. But right now, there was something important he had to do. He had a few documents to get to Lord Mercury. His jacket had some information that was important. He had a bunch of statistics to give up as well as a few more troop movements. Lance really had out done himself. Mercury was working hard to make sure that the information was going to good use. He had seen flashes of his Ukki here and there. Though Gunnar knew that it was inevitable. War was nasty and at times, it was unavoidable. Death was a neutral entity and it never chose a side. Gunnar had swore on the river styx that he would never lift a blade against the camp. Though there were those that would argue that he never should have lifted a blade for the sake of the camp either. But he couldn't just let a few people suffer for his moral choices. He owed it to Remus at any rate. And Tessa. And Josh.

Tessa was safe elsewhere for now. He could feel her heartbeat after it had previously stopped. But now wasn't the time to think of her. He had a job to do. Gunnar moved through the shadows, quickly and quietly. He incapacitated anyone who was an enemy that he had come across. At least this time, he knew the war wouldn't have such dire ends.

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-Ronan Redpath-

He kept fighting. But then, he got sloppy. He gasped in pain as he clutched his stomach, a spear protruding from it. Ronan then got stupid. He pulled the spear from his stomach before casting it aside as he threw a ball of flame at an enemy, causing a pillar of flame to erupt from the body, incinerating it. Anyone in a five foot radius was going to have a few burns. But if that was the least of their problems, they were good to go. He hated killing people. But it was just inevitable. He had to protect his friends. The people he had come to train. They were counting on him to lead them. The fifth cohort was doing decent. At least this time they didn't scatter like roaches on the first wave. He was proud of them all, Josh, Miyuki, Marie, all of them made him proud. He was happy to be their centurion. He slammed his hammer into the face of someone going to try to kill him.

Ronan gripped his stomach as he brought his hand to his face. Blood. He was starting to looks consciousness. He breathed in deeply as he fell to his knees. “Medic!” he shouted. Maybe Lilith or Tessa would hear him. His blood, it was all over the place. He couldn't stop the pain. The least he could do was cauterize the wound.... Ronan tried to bring the flames to his hands, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. He fell to the ground, blacking out.

((lol I wasn't going to let you hang. I swear.))

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(sorry if it scuks, writing from my phone. Also the reason why I hven't been able to treply)

Jason Kyoto

Jason was in the midst of the battle, surrounded by people in the never escaping sound of metal hitting against one another. His right arm slashing at the enemy as they came on to him, targeting him due to the purple signaling her was a praetor. It was getting intense. Jason didn't know how much longer he could do this. How long had it been? What day was it? THey all seemed to mush together. Wake up, fight, and not be able to sleep due to the faces of the fallen staying in his mind. He was losing it, he just wanted it to end. Jason gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes at one of the former campers who was attacking him and he took a stab motion towards him, his right arm extended as it hit the flesh of the former camper. Just as soon as Jason went to pull his arm back he felt an intense pain in his right shoulder and went to grab it. It didn't feel right. What was wrong? Jason pulled out of the midst of the chaos, using his left arm clad with a shield to counter any attacks at him. Once he pulled away he glance at his right shoulder and had to do a double take. Where was his arm? Jason could feel himself panicking and felt himself get dizzy as he stumbled his way to the medic station before fainting from blood loss in front of it. His body covered in wounds but the only one he cared about was his shoulder and its missing arm.

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Felicity Weingarten

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Neptune

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Venus

She's just watching.

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Diana

The archers were in short supply now as a majority of them joined in the battle. Those who still wanted to use the bow and arrow had to reposition themselves so that they were hitting the back units of the enemy in order to not hit their fellow campers. It was pretty boring, and if they felt gutsy enough they shot into the midst of battle, but due to all the chaos of camper against enemy, it was hard to tell who you were going to end up shooting instead. At least if the target was a monster it wasn't too hard to miss on since they looked nothing like campers. Still, Diana believed that while the small regimen of archers may not be at their greatest use this close to the end of the way they still held the potential to help as they always have. Which made Diana happy to lead them once her nephew left to perform his duties as praetor with Remus Stone on the front line. She'll have to tell her brother how happy she was for her son. Though, if anyone said the she was proud of him, she would stick an arrow in their throat.

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Christopher Ashby Ten days had passed since War started, ten days of blood, death and sorrow. For someone like Christopher Ashby it was a moment of strife, he neeeded to protect as many as he could. It was true that Remus Stone was The praetor, he had been in that post longer than many others, also Jason Kyoto was a praetor then, but for Chris, in his mind no matter they were their leaders, he was a son of Jupiter, the allmighty god of the skies and god of gods. Camp Jupiter was mainly Mars' camp, but still... Jupiter was the leader in Olympus and Chris felt it was his duty to protect those in camp and New Rome. While battling, a day before he got a spear through his thigh, it had been painful and embarrasing, a little traitor had accomplish the task to injure one of the centurions of the first cohort, well he was going to live to tell his great adventure, Chris only knocked him down and a medic took the kid away from the battle field. Then he broke the spear and continued fighting with only a scarf around his wound. But by day ten, only 24 hours after that incident, his wound was already infected, no matter how many times he used electricity, he didn't get shock neither the infection. He looked around for Charlie and saw that she was using her axes, he smiled and then continued fighting and slashing the throats of as many monsters as he could. Then he heard Charlie's scream and looked in the direction she was running at. She could handle a hellhound, no big deal for the daughter of Mars, but maybe not the other two about to jump over her. He breathed deeply and lifted his sword, lightnings flew from the sky down to his sowrd, then he swang the sword and the lightnings hit the other hellhounds, he panted for a moment because between the infection and the power draining, he was tired. Suddenly he heard the voice of Gabriel, he saw from the corner of his eye the green shine of hell fire, he looked at it and then looked for Gabriel, just in time to see how arrows got his friend and cousin. "Gabriel!!..." he yelled and ran to get to his side, then he put his shield on his friend to protect him. "Gabriel... how are you friend?!" he asked as he disarmed two traitors and using the electricity in his body schocked them to knock them out... ****** @zoe (In the infirmary since day 3) ****** Nova Silverwood (In the infirmary since day 7) ****** Kyle O’Brian After only ten days of war the back line infirmary was still working, less medics and a lot more injuried than on first day, but that wasn't an excuse to not treat them all, save their lives and make them stable to be sent to the infirmary back in camp. the mobile infirmaries were also working but since day 7th that Tessa was severly injured, Kyle had taken the responsability of keeping them both working, so he used the shadows a lot more to run faster from the back lines to the mobile units and check around what was going on. He was a bit slower because of the wound he had in his back through his lung, he had been patched, but he knew he couldn't stay in bed, not when so many medics had already died on the battle field. So he kept himself going, working and focused on what was important in that moment. He had just taken a Venus girl back to the mobile infirmary to be treated, she got an arm broken in several parts and all the ribs on her right side, when he heard the Growl/yell of the centurion of the fifth cohort. Kyle ran to the place where the gigant was. "Redpath, stay with me centurion!!" he kind of ordered, he wasn't his superior, but he needed the centurion to fight for his life, if not there was nothig a medic could do. He checked his vitas and if he didn't hurry he would lose the centurion's life. So he placed his hand on the wound on the stomach and closed his eyes, and he partially healed him, only stopped the bleeding in fact. but his life was still in danger, low blood pressure, several injuries, several broken bones... The list was long. "Ok, Redpath, you're going to the infirmary now..." and he got into a shadow and vanished with the huge man, popping into the infirmary. ****** Nicholas Robinson (Died on day 7) ****** Jillian Rearch (In the infirmary since day 8th) ****** @lexi (Died on day 7) ****** LilithFaith the Friendly Ghost "Alvarez!" said in a calm, but firm and urgent voice. "take this patient to room 27, then come back and help Chang take those machines to charge in the back, mobile infirmary will need them soon!" Lilith ordered a camper as she rushed to check other patients. Only two days before that a monster attacked the Infirmary and Ethan had been the hero of the day, he risked his life to protect her and the infirmary. Thank the gods she was able to save his life just in time before something irreversible happened to him. He was in that moment resting in a room in the back. Suddenly from a shadow popped out O'Brian and a huge bulk covered in blood and mud. "What in tartarus is that O'Bri... Oh Gods! is Ronan!" She said when she could see his features under the mess of hair, all sticked with blood already drying. "but him on this table..." she said as she checked on Ronan's vitals and fast she checked on the wounds. Kyle left again after saying something about the battle field. "Atkinson, bring me the cleanser, gauzes and the cold bags, we need to lower his temperatur just a bit or he will bur te infirmary while we treat him..." ****** @josh (Still with Mercury, Lance and Neptune) ****** @apollo1 The god seemed a killing machine, he hadn't used his power for a while by then. He had done as his father told them, he wasn't using his powers to fight, just his skills and habilities. Shot several arrows saving the life of some campers. Cadence died and he couldn't help her. He did cheat a bit when he healed Lilith's weak ill heart, but he did it because he didn't want her to die so young and in the middle of such problems, she deserved to have a nice life with Ethan. and in a way... he wasn't going to let her die as he couldn't save Cadence, same happened with Tessa. August got kidnapped by a hellhound, but what was the cherry on his cake was when his son Jason was injured so baddly. He wasn't just wounded, but a piece of his precious body had been ripped off his body. "Jason!" he said the moment he saw his son trying to get to the infirmary. Tessa was injured, his grandson Kyle was too busy and Lilith was also in the infirmary up to her neck with work... so well... maybe he could help them as the medic he was. "hang on there son, stay with us Jason..." he didn't need the instruments to know how bad his son was, so he lifted him in arms and walked with him in. Then he looked around and placed him on a free stretcher. He grabbed a kid "go get McKinnon or O'Brian, ok?" the poor kid nodded and ran to find either. Then he put the IV in Jason's other arm and started cleaning the wound on the arm as he stopped the bleeding too... ****** @discordia Her mind was devided between her daughter, she would be broken after she knew about August's "accident" and also with Felicity in other side of the world. Tag: WAR!!! Word: 1317 Notes: This will be so hard to post for!!!

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✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Jupiter ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Thunder echoed over head as the leader of gods and men stood tall, fighting with all he had against the Titan and his army. Cries and prayers of demigods continued to fill his ears, even now. They were soldiers, and at times their begging made him wonder if they were truly Roman's. He'd seen them spare lives, there were a few who actually went out of their way to protect the lives of the traitors. He couldn't fathom what kind of changes where happening in his Camp that make it so weak. You should be prepared to kill and be killed. One lived and died for their beliefs. However he wouldn't interfere, it was up to the demigods to decide the fate of their own.

“SATURN!” he yelled out as he spotted the man who happened to supply part of his life force. The barbarian who dared to attack his Camp, his soldiers. Lightning Bolt in hand he had to remind himself what would happen if he sent the bolt at the Titan. The other demigods around him. His teeth grit as he simply took his sword and shield in hand, ready to send deadly electricity through the titan's form. Instead of sending it through every body near him, or worse if he could slow the time of his weapon and have one of his own side take the bolt from him.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Trivia ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Curses on whomever dared to say the blessings of war, there was hardly any blessings going on when children died at your feet. It was everything Trivia could do to not vomit at the sight of some of the things she had seen in the war. Anyway. She quite enjoyed the company of Mars, but this was simply too much. Her children, her grandchildren fought and suffered. Alexandra died. She had only gotten to give her a single hug, and a bit of advice. A promise to train her in the ways of herbal remedies. Her poor sweet grandchild. She only wished for no one to be hurt, she only wanter to keep both sides from killing.

Floating, always floating above the mud and dirt below her feet. Her dress very unsuited for a battlefield, as where the high heels that she happened to wear. In a contest, if any other gods where to get close enough to her to hit her it was fairly well decided who would win. Instead she would normally use her control over the sky, land and sea to her advantage. This time however her attention was drawn. The tight web of concentration she normally had and used in battle was held taunt between those she cared about. The raging war of the Titan and his children mattered little to her should her own babies find their deaths amongst this chaos. Heavens know Rhiannon was a bit unsteady already. At times she would curse the Titan for messing with her little girl, but she couldn't stay too mad too long. It was part of the gods nature to manipulate mortals to get what they wanted.

Searing pain erupted from her side, as golden ichor flowed from a wound. She had moved without thinking again, how problematic. She pressed her hand against the wound, backing away from the fighting to heal herself. How many times had her uncooperative body moved to receive a blow for those children? She would have rather used a spell to save them, but she was tired and her mind was already split across the battlefield. Since the seventh day she had quite a number of accidents such as this. She lost a grandchild. No more, please no more. Here and there she took an injury, a stab, a slash, the heavy fall of a war club or hammer. Poisons from the blades of some, though she was unaffected. For the young ones, and for the children of her friends. She took numerous wounds from both sides. It was all she could do to keep up with her own healing, her own speed, and the battle she fought with the gods. She had nothing left to think ahead with, and again her body would move to take a dangerous blow.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Mors ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Flickering here and there Mors ushered souls of the dead through shadows, some of which required a bit of force. He brought some to see their friends, that they were still alive, and fighting. Others he brought them together, as ghosts. Letting them be together on the journey to the underworld, through the underworld. The hellhounds that remained in the underworld continued their watch over the dead. Breaking up any fights that might have begun to occur, and keeping safe the women and children. These were hounds trained by Mercury and Mors, these were hounds who knew of punishment and reward, these were hellhounds who knew who their masters were.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Miyuki Minamimoto ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

A turn of her wrist, and a side step left Miyuki behind her enemy. The metal piano wire she used pressed against their throat, cutting the blood flow to their brain just long enough to knock them unconscious. Meer seconds. Any more and they would have died, though that was not her intention. “Father, please. Don't let them wake up and fight soon.” After flagging down a medic she darted after her next target. Ryan was gone. Her friend, her passive buddy. They cooked meals together, talked about how stubborn Roman's where about their feelings. Who else could she hang out with the way she was with Ryan? He and his sister, both passive sweet hearts. Both died, at least together. She wondered if Mors allowed them to stay together like that. Perhaps like Kaylee they would be allowed to come back as Lar's, though if it were so easy they would have had many more.

Releasing her target before she would have liked to, Miyuki had to avoid a dracanae's blade. Her arms moved to catch the sword, twisting it around and puling the weapon from the creatures hands. She had meant to let the creature live, perhaps flee but another demigod finished it's life. She'd have to feel bad about it later, for now there were more fights to have and more people to save. She could deal with her feelings after the war, or perhaps tonight when her father visited her in her dreams.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Lyndis Sinclair ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Edmund was in the infirmary. She had put him there herself, and left a little present for him. Maybe he would like it, maybe he wouldn't. She did put her little heart into making it for him. He'd probably throw it away, she didn't matter to him. That was why she joined the hunters, or at least part of the reason. The other part was because of what was happening now, she turned on her heel shooting an arrow through a monsters eye socket killing it instantly. The fellow huntress gave her thanks in the form of a dagger to a demigod sneaking up behind Lyndis. They gave each other a big silly grin, and continued on with the war.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Lance Shade ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

He hadn't expected this mission to take so long, hadn't expected to be the ones to destroy the seats of power as Saturn was busy fighting at Camp Jupiter. In the brief moments of rest his mind churned and worried about Nova, if she was okay. If she was safe. He knew better than to worry about Gunnar, or did he? Still his mind would wander there, wondering about him. Lilith was at the infirmary, but they could attack her there too. How well was it defended? He didn't know. He wasn't there. Here in Orthys the battles seemed nonstop. For a bit he wished he had gone to those first cohort trainings that lasted days, he'd been battling the left over enforcements with Josh. No sleep, hardly any rest. They were lucky Saturn took so much of the force with him.

The guard patrols weren't difficult, they'd each take one and sneak up killing them before they noticed the two demigods. Josh was a million times better, but Lance was still pretty good. It was the larger numbers, and the ones that were too tall to just stealth kill that would prove difficult. Between sneaking around and killing creatures, his mind and senses where on full alert. How long they had actually been at this, he wasn't sure. It had been a while since they opened the door to Neptune's cell and left to find and destroy the seats of power, along with any monsters they came across on their way.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Rhiannon Warlow ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Still unconscious in the infirmary after being captured, she had uncomfortable night terrors. Her heart beat would speed up warning nurses, as they would have to come in and give her a sedative. Not to keep her asleep, but to keep her heart from over working itself.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ Tessa Yates ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

It had been three days since Tessa was brought to the infirmary under critical conditions, but she seemed to have stabilized. She'd wake up for a little while, minutes at most, looking around and trying to move again. The exhaustion would always hit and put her back to sleep, albeit sometimes in strange positions.

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REMUS STONE

He’d have to thank Nova. His shield was doing its job and then some. Though last he’d heard, she’d been critically injured. Great. Just great. He was glad he wasn’t a child of Pluto, with that ringing they got around death, from what he understood. He didn’t think he could deal with that. That was about when he heard someone yell his name. He turned on the spot to see a hellhound coming at him and Charlie charging the beast. But she was tired. They were all tired. None of them were at the top of their game now. The hellhound pinned her and snapped at her and Remus quickly jabbed the demigod he’d been fighting in the sword arm before running to help Charlie. That was all well and good until a bolt of lightning struck so close that he could smell nothing but ozone for a few minutes. He hadn’t even seen the other two hellhounds, and now they were dust. He nodded his thanks to Chris and resumed the fight.

CLARE FONTAINE

Another draconae, as if she hadn’t fought enough of them already. She went for her trusty water bottle that she’d been using to fight, using the water as a whip or anything she could think of to help her side. It was empty. “No!” she said to herself and she dropped the plastic bottle on the ground. She attacked the draconae with gladius and Nova’s shield alone. Time to see if she was strong enough without her powers. What she wouldn’t do for a convenient lake right about now.

Then again, it felt like she was standing in one, with all the blood everywhere. It was disgusting! Yet… it felt… different. Not quite like water, but still not that horribly different. She was focused on that a moment too long as the draconae slammed her in the side and sent her flying to the mud. Her side burned, old bruises there from practically day one deciding now was a good time to remake themselves known. She winced as she turned to get up, only to see the draconae practically on top of her. She wasn’t proud to say it, but she panicked a bit. And it was in that moment that something snapped, but possibly in a good way. She flung up her hands in defense, but it was not her hands she was focusing on. There was a familiar pull in her gut and from the bloody mess of mud on the ground, a wave emerged of a nasty rusty brown color. It swept the draconae off her snake feet and into the mud before washing over her and winning Clare a few minutes to get up and attack. Before the draconae could get up, she was turning into dust and returning to the Underworld from a gladius blow to the head.

Thankfully there was no immediate threat, because Clare was not ready for it in the least. From head to toe she was shaking, and not just from using a good chunk of her energy. There was also the fact that she was stunned and not a little bit afraid… of herself. She stared at the mess of mud and blood she had made. She had made. Sure, she knew blood and mud were both made up mostly of water, but the idea of controlling them had never occurred to her. And at least in the area of blood, she never wanted to do it again. She felt like a monster. Luckily, the heat of battle forced her to focus again, pushing her conflicted feelings back under the surface of merely trying to stay alive.

PROMETHEUS

((see above))

AUGUST MITCHELL

((blacked out, whereabouts unknown))

ETHAN HUNTER

((infirmary))

AMELIA ROSE MacARTHUR

((infirmary))

SATURN

Oh, he heard his son, alright. Who couldn’t, the egotistical loudmouth? Always announcing himself with grand thunderstorms and the like. Pompous fool. How did that one mortal put it? Discretion is the better part of valor? Something like that. If Jupiter wanted to boom about, then that was his business, but for one, he was making himself a rather easy target. Loud and big. Not ideal on the battlefield. Saturn smirked and shook his head, softly clucking his tongue. One day – preferably today – Jupiter’s arrogance would bring about his downfall. And it would be soon. “No need to shout, I’m right here,” he spoke, his voice carrying surprisingly well over the battling masses. He wasn’t sure if his rebellious son could hear him. He smirked. It was high time the Olympians fell. The ones who sided with him, they would receive amnesty. Jupiter and his siblings, though, and their like-minded children like Diana and Apollo, they would simply have to perish. Or as close to perishing as an immortal could do. And it would be now. Now was finally his time. The throne would be his. As the mortals said, bring it on.

MARIE WINTERS

((infirmary))

SAMANTHA MASON

Sam took out another monster with a swift swipe to the throat, but she did her best to avoid the demigods fighting. Killing a monster was one thing, but watching the life light drain from another human’s eyes was terrible. It was the main thing she had always hated about her native culture. Killing humans for sport was wrong. Killing humans period went against the beliefs she held fast to.

She heard someone shout not too far from her and, even though it was not her name being shouted, she turned anyway. Chris, if she remembered correctly, Chris Ashby. The young son of Jupiter. Everyone knew the big three kids around here, even if they hadn’t been in service at the same time. That aside, Chris didn’t look so good. She imagined the lightshow tricks had to be draining his energy, and here he was trying to defend a severely wounded-… Gabriel? Another familiar name. Well, this was an ironic scene. Two big three kids, who, for all intents and purposes, should be locked in argument considering how their fathers got along, working together. Though Gabriel looked worse for the wear and how long could Chris’ energy last. That was about when things went really wrong, really fast. And said wrongness came with one name: Kampe.

Apparently attracted by the idea of killing not one, but two big three kids, she was on the prowl right in their direction. “CHRIS! GABRIEL!” She grabbed a second sword from a fallen demigod and ran towards the approaching fight. “Chris, get him out of here!” She crossed her swords to block Kampe’s first blow, but it wasn’t easy. She hoped she could distract her long enough for Chris and Gabriel to get to help.

KAYLEE HANSEN

((see above))

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-Mars-

Mortals got tired of war. Mars never did. His mind was split right now but his main focus was here, in Camp Jupiter and equal attention was being paid to Camp Half-blood. His Ares side was starting to get a bit cumbersome, only ever wanting to blow stuff up. That side was a bit, chaotic. Mars didn't like it at all. The roman side will always be better. He slammed his shield into the face of a hell hound, dispatching it in a swift and timely manner. This kind of war, well it was a disgrace. Jupiter was booming around over head. Now wasn't the time to argue with the air headed lout. This was a fight for the camp where demi-gods could be safe. Where his children could be safe. He didn't agree with his mother's husband to say the least, but they could at least get along for a little bit, for the time being. They had to set aside their differences. This killing was senseless.

“Jupiter!” Mars shouted as a few Cyclops tried to charge the leader of the gods. Such stupid creatures they are. “I've got your back!” Mars shouted at his step-father as his spear pierced the face of another monster. “these things are as stupid as they look!” He barked, flashing his sword in a circular motion, beheading a creature as it rolled across the floor. Oh how his mother would have killed him if he let anything happen to her husband. Besides he would have more fun antagonizing and tormenting him later on, but now was not the time.

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-Mercury-

He, Lance and Joshua had freed Neptune. It was nice to have his uncle back. Mercury was a fairly amicable person, but you didn't mess with his family. He listened to Mars barking out to his dad. He was at least happy that the god of war and his father were getting along, for now. That last part was conditional as always. Mercury teleported quickly throughout the battlefield. His mind was acquiring information as his knives flashed, dispatching monsters here and there. He could see his good friend Mors, flitting through the battlefield as if it was just a shadow. At least the hellhounds they had trained were doing their jobs. But he watched the field. Trivia. He saw her taking wounds, blows that should have been easy for someone as her to stop. He teleported beside her, taking her hand with his. “My dear, thank you.” He said, flashing her a grin that was signature to him and his offspring. “Go rest, I will take care of the children. You have my word.” Mercury said in a serious manner. He took the children of this place seriously. Rhiannon, well he was always keeping an eye on the child. He knew what Trivia was probably feeling. One of his own children from first cohort had fallen. All of his children were suffering.

He hated to see people suffering. If it was any other situation, he would have tried to lighten it up with jokes or pranks. But war was a rather serious manner. He teleported about fifty feet to the left, taking out a monster that was trying to kill one of his younger children. The boy was injured, could barely stand. It broke his heart to see a small child of eleven in the midst of battle. “It's alright, Jimmy, Your dad's here to make it all better.” He said, smiling as he picked up the small boy who was clutching an arrow injury on his arm. Mercury teleported to the mobile infirmary. It was a brilliant idea from Tessa. The girl was a genius. “Don't worry, son, they'll patch you up here. Try to not use your arm for a little bit, kay?” HE said. The arrow was protruding through the shoulder and the arm was limp. It was a bit more serious of an injury then he wanted the kid to know. He wanted to keep hie sons's spirits up. He heard his own dad thundering over head, shouting at his grandfather. “I'll be back before you know it, your grandpa looks like he's mounting an attack” He winked at the boy before teleporting off to be beside his father. “Father, just say the word and I'll be by your side to take this oaf down.

-_-_-_-

-Somnia-

Well, if you wanted to be honest, Somnia had ceased fighting with the titan after the third day. He was more concerned about his children's well being, making sure that his job was done, and visiting his uncle on occasion. He had a few children in camp, the total number could have been counted on a single hand. Most of them fought with camp, and he was glad to hear their prayers. Miyuki prayed to him often, the girl was a wonderful child and if she asked him for something, he was more then willing to give it to her, within reason of course. Unseen by most, he stayed close to his own children, making sure that they stayed safe. As he walked, the demi-gods, both sides were not immune, fell to sleep. Though it would seem that the ones from camp jupiter seemed to recover more quickly from their slumber. At night, the camp would sleep easier. Though there were some dreams that Somnia could do little to ease or abate. With war, there always came nightmares. He did what he could to make the sleep dreamless, but as dreams were a rather finicky thing, some people were out of his realm to help. He could only hope and wish that his own children were safe.