Olympian's Blood 1x1

Maroe buttoned up her coat and shoved her gloves on to combat the bitter wind outside. The storm had slacked some but still made the entire quarter of the city seem fuzzy and distant in a cloak of snow. "Maybe wherever this camp is...it's warm," she joked with Theo as they followed the small girl.

When Aron flashed a fancy looking trophy from behind her back and gave a bit of a devilish grin with her explanation. A grin came to her chapped lips as she sat down her bag. It was good to see someone recognized Mr. S. for what he was. "I like your style." Taking the hammer with both hands from the girl, she felt the weight. It was heavy, but not impossible for the built demi-goddess. Feeling the grip, she adjusted to the weight, and then eyed the knick-knack with a vengeance. "Might want to put that one the ground. There wont be much left when I'm done."
 
She placed the trophy on the cement sidewalk, upright, and facing Maroe. The statue seemed quivering with fear, although that was probably the wind whipping around tipping it slightly. Aron stepped back pushing Simon back as so no flying debris would be likely to pelt them, and gave Maroe an okay thumbs up, Theo awkwardly waving over to Maroe...
 
Maroe grinned and adjusted her grip to choke up on the hammer. The little trophy waivered on the side walk, but it wasn't a plastic man. It was a lamia. A spartoi. The demon goddesses of Hades and so much more as it looked up at Maroe, wobbling for mercy.

Hefting the hammer high, she yelled, letting all of that energy loose in a war cry. The trophy shattered under the weight of the blow as if someone strapped a bomb to it. Nothing remained but ragged splinters under the heavy hammer and a panting Maroe looking thoroughly satisfied behind a swath of her honey colored hair. She stared at it for a long moment, then lifted the weapon, handing it back to Aron with a toothy smile. "Thanks," she said cheerfully, "I needed that. That hammer really does hit nicely. Where'd you get it?"
 
Theo flinched as she exacted her rage upon the piece of metal, and shards flew everywhere. The heavy hammer even made an indent in the sidewalk, tiny, but still there. Aron began collecting the shards of metal, collecting most of them, and turning to Maroe, accepting her weapon back.

"Oh, I love Mjolnir! My sister made it for me in S's workshop. She died." She said, clutching the hammer tightly, kissing the head, as if the mention of her deceased sibling didn't bother her at all. "It embodies my sister's rage for my father, who never helped her, or gave her any gifts, or words of advice... It's like he ignored her altogether." She said nonchalantly, and began walking off, expecting the two to follow... It's like the giant iron hammer didn't encumber her at all. Theo began following after Aron, trying to keep up, looking over to Maroe to see if she'd follow,
 
Maroe stared at the kid unsure if she was just calloused to it all or crazed. Raising a brow at her retreating back, she shrugged to Theo, then started following Aron. "Nifty."

When Maroe finally caught up, she tucked a stray hair behind her ear and looked at the girl. "So, you must have known who your father was?"
 
"Hephaestus, God of forge and fire." She said, looking ahead in the swirling storm, unfazed by the cold, even if her attire was inappropriate for this weather. " He was never there for us. I don't want to talk about it..." She said, keeping her gaze away from Maroe. Theo gazed at the sky, and he saw the sun, a few rays shining down as the weather calmed a noticeable bit... They kept walking in twisting alleys, and ended up in the slums of Queens...
 
Listening to her talk, Maroe was almost glad she didn't know who her mother was or where her father was. If she didn't know her mother, it left some room for belief that the Goddess might care, even in its smallest measure. Knowing and then waiting for an answer that wouldn't come was maddening. She would never admit that though.

Maroe followed Aron through the streets dodging piles of dirty snow and random bits of garbage. A deadened scraggled tree sat in a curb, covered in snow while they waited at a cross walk. She looked at the plants skeleton branches and she could feel the rot in its limbs. It extended all the way to the trunk, but not quite to the roots. On a whim, she let out a long breath and gave it a little boost. It would bloom in the spring.

Crossing the road, she followed Aron into the rougher patches of Queens and into the alley ways. A homeless man pushing a cart full of bottles and muttering to himself was toddling past and Maroe pulled a 5 from her pocket, tossing into his basket. Sometimes monsters used the guise of a homeless wanderer to attack in the city and sometimes they were just homeless. Giving a few bucks gave the monster a chance to show himself or the homeless person a decent lunch.
 
After about thirty minutes of walking, they found a large white park, snow scattered about.... Mortals were walking about , oblivious of the gods still in control of the world. Aron kept walking, and eventually, they began growing scarce, until the three demigods were the only ones in the park, the honking of cars on Grand Central Pkwy. seemed almost gone. Aron approached a small mound in the snow, just about as tall as her tiny stature, and knelt by it, wiping the snow away, for there was a rock underneath. Attached to the rock was an old and scorched plaque that read: 'Camp Kennedy: Demigod Military Camp.'

"We're here..." Aron muttered, standing, and looking around... all they saw were trees covered in snow. The ruins were all buried under a layer of snow... The snow crunched behind them...
 
Maroe followed as they left the city behind and the snow piled thicker over the ground until it was knee high and in some places close to four or five feet. It was a sea of white burying the grasses underneath. "Camp Kennedy, a military camp?" She read aloud, as she squinted over the vacant field, "Does that sound familiar Theo?"

About the time she asked, a crunch in the snow made her turn. A homeless man covered in rags and a dirty beanie was stretching out his hand with a smile on his face...mouth filled with jagged yellowed teeth.

"Move!"

Maroe pushed Aron out of the way as a claw swept out for the smallest of the group.
 
Aron tumbled out of the way, and in a last ditch effort, she turned her body, and swung her flaming hammer, catching the homeless man in one of his eyes. She hid the ground with a thud, her head hitting the rock, and dazing her. The man clutched his face, growing twice as big as a normal human, growing bulkier, and wider at the waist. When he uncovered his eyes... or eye. He had a giant eye the size of a plate, red and angry from getting hit by a flaming piece of metal. He roared, getting saliva all over Maroe and Theo, brandishing his yellow talons of finger nails, and lumbering towards Maroe.

Theo had already unsheathed his sword, trying to distract the beast while Aron was out. "Hey, Scott Summers! Over here!" Theo yelled waving his sword, taunting the beast.
 
The cyclops grew larger as it changed direction from Maroe who was guarding the girl prone on the ground. She hadn't meant to shove her so hard, but her strength got away from her sometimes.

It was the third cyclops she'd ever seen, and it was heading right to Theo. With an earth shaking roar its massive hands reached out grabbing for the demi-god. "DINAH!"
 
Theo lowered his body, planting his feet firmly, holding his sword firmly, the tip aimed at the cyclops. Theo flicked his wrist, tightening his grip. With that, and an indigo flash, the beast tumbled to the ground, before dissolving into a pile of sand, blowing into the wind like a power fan had blown it apart... Standing in its wake was a crouched cloaked figure, draped in an indigo cloak, it's face obscured by a hood. It's head was down, and it's shoulders were raised, like someone seething with anger...

Unbridled rage, so much that the figure's hands shook as it stood to full height, holding a scythe. The silver metal blade seemed far too large for the black shaft, blue crystal seemed to line the chine of the blade, and a small blue blade was attached to the tang. Theo slowly stepped forward to get a better look at the individual, who held the scythe's central grip, ready for another deadly swing...

"Who are you...?" Theo called over, slowly walking towards the figure, who answered him with silence, the cloak blowing in the wind like an indigo flag at attention... As he asked, Aron stood, rubbing her head, and looking around, before remembering where she was...

"What... happened...?" She asked, grabbing her hammer as she saw it, snow peppering her ginger hair, and sticking to her arms as it melted...
 
Maroe winced at the bright flash, loosing sight of the monster with a blink of her eye. When she focused again the thing was entirely gone, dust in the wind mixing with the billowing snow, and in its place was something bizarre. A person? Monster? Holding an impressively sized scythe, that looked as though it could cleave a man in two with no problem at all. Whoever was holding appeared ready to use it for that purpose too. It almost reminded her of Hades, and instinct took over as she subconciously felt for the ground...the layers of soil and rock...She would be ready to attack and avoid the far reaching weapon.

Theo stepped toward the intruder and Maroe wanted to slap him. What was he doing, getting that close to someone who was obviously not there to make friends?! Aron started to stir and she offered her hand out to the girl without looking down to her. "Monsters and well...whatever the hell that is..." She replied, nodding to the figure.
 
The figure raised its scythe over it's shoulder, and swung it...

The blade was embedded into the ground, and the figure sprinted to Theo, who didn't raise his sword fast enough. The dark cloak fell in the woman's effort to get to Theo quickly. She had some uneven black hair, long enough to barely brush against her shoulders. She had familiar sea green eyes, and a scowl full of hate on her pale face, her thin brows furrowed at the man who she was glaring at. Her full lips were pressed together as she grabbed Theo's hands. She gazed at him for a moment, her body shaking as she faced him. She turned, lifting Theo over her shoulder, and slamming him onto the ground, knocking the air out of Theo.

"Filthy," She spat, her voice soft and hoarse, almost like it was unused. Theo laid in the snow, his head spinning. Aron stood there, shaking...

"Who's Ms. Crabby?" She asked, hesitantly raising her hammer. She didn't even need a weapon to take out Theo... but Theo was an idiot, and let his guard down.
 
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The cloaked figure made a move, but not the one she expected. Rather than using the scythe, it launched forward and grabbed Theo, body slamming him over head. Why had he even let her get that close? Maroe winced as the figure was revealed to be a woman, at least for now.

"I have no idea," Maroe grumbled as she pulled out her silvery whip, "But monster or not, goddess or not, I'm not about to let him die. Even if he was a dummy for letting them get close. C'mon Aron."

Running on parallel to the woman, she flicked her wrist and the whip obeyed wrapping around the woman's ankles. With a hard jerk, Maroe pulled her down. "Not a nice way to greet people, whoever you are."
 
The woman was pulled into the snow, similar to when Aron and Theo were pushed or thrown into the snow. She glared at Maroe, clutching her ankles in pain...

"Stay out of this." The woman snapped as her ankles flared in pain. She flicked her wrist, and nearby snow melted into water, and water droplets began flying at Maroe, adhering to her face as if they were nails attracted to a magnet. In a short second, a small orb of water had formed around her head, cutting off Maroe's air supply, slowly drowning her as if her head was in a tiny fishbowl...
 
Maroe felt the first drop and then the second against her face...then in the thousands, like cold prickles against her skin. Out of instinct, she held her breath and glared at the woman through her watery world. Stay out of it?

She swept at her face, trying to push back the water, but it just reformed around her mouth and nose. How could she get this off? She would have to breath sometime. A flame of anger sparked and Maroe called on the earth, making the ground tremble until rocks exploded from the snow, aimed at the woman. If she couldnt get the water off herself, attacking the source might work.
 
Instead of killing Maroe, more snow melted, and the water left her face, leaving it very wet and very cold. The water began swirling around the girl like a hurricane, any nearby rocks, or clods of dirt would be knocked to the ground as the water quickly whipped around the woman.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" The woman demanded, willing to kill Maroe at the flick of a wrist, as the water whipped around her faster, spraying cold mist into the air...
 
The storm whipped around Maroe, soaking her down with frigid water as she squinted at the attacker. Her heart began to beat faster and faster and with the rush of adrenaline the ground shook harder as if a deep earth quake were rumbling to the surface. The edge of her control was looming. If she didn't stop it would happen again. Tendrils of her hair whipped around her face as she glowered at the woman.

"The same could be said for you!" She yelled back over the wind.
 
The woman stared down Maroe. The water stopped moving, halting in it's place, leaving a million droplets and splotches of water hanging in the air, before falling to the ground, splattering at her feet. The water had thrown Maroe's whip back to her, and the woman stood, her cloak completely dry.

"My name is Lila... " She responded quickly, stepping closer to Theo, who was slowly standing back up, rubbing his head... Maroe wouldn't hurt her partner to get to an enemy, would she...? The water chilling the bones of the three adventurers seeped out of their clothes, into small droplets, before dropping to the ground, which Aron seemed to appreciate.
 
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