An explosion of power in a pulse was released, rushing towards and through the scrapes of Koios' forces and beyond them. Koios could hear them scream, see their silhouettes as they were disintegrated before the light was simply too much forcing Koios to look away.
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After what felt like an eternity there was only silence remained and Koios slowly looked again.
Gone were his men. Gone was the land and forest that had laid behind them, leaving nothing but a smoldering trench carving all the way to the end of the valley. And standing right before it was Jason with his back to Koios, his blade resting at his side as he took in his own handy work. Koios felt sweat coating his forehead as he looked on, almost too scared to breathe as his frame shook.
He knew his mission had been a failure and his gut was telling him Pallas might have failed as well. After all, if one of the primordial gods had already left their attack on the Olympian forces, who was to say that others hadn't as well. However he was broken from such thoughts as he noticed Grace shift and glance over his shoulders.
That's when Koios felt the pressure baring down on him double as Grace's gaze immediately met his, freezing him in place at the barely contained fury within those glowing eyes. At that moment Koios knew he needed to escape but just before he could think to flash away his instincts flared as he jumped to the side.
Not a moment too soon at that as an enormous fist slammed down where he'd just been, Grace having moved and closed the distance to where Koios was in barely a blink. 'Chaos damn it all he's faster than he let on!' Koios mentally shouted out as he rolled to the shaking earth below him from the wrathful attack. He could only thank his lucky stars that Grace's size made his movement just noticeable enough.
Still he wasn't going to stick around as he jumped off the rapidly crumbling hill. He reached into a pocket in his battle skirt as he landed some three or so stories down with a grunt and kept running, hearing a footfall just barely missing him. With a sense of glee he pulled out his hand to show he had a deep blue pearl in his grip. One similar to the very same pearl Amphitrite and Triton had used back in the mercenary fort.
Within it held a concentrated dose of Pontus' power meant to teleport whoever crushed it, even being able to punch through anti-flashing barriers.
Crushing it without hesitation he felt the blue mist envelop him as he ran just as a shadow passed over him and he felt a barrier wash over him. He couldn't help but smirk though, already knowing it was futile. Looking back he saw Grace reaching for him, his hand crackling with white electricity but just as it reached him, he vanished, escaping the wrathful deity…
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( Jason POV )
"Fuck!" the primordial snapped as he slammed his fist into the earth, setting off a small earthquake as the lightning crackled off him and fried anything close to him.
He breathed through grit teeth as he desperately tried to reign in his temper, his grip on Revelation going nearly bone white. This night had already been hell for him, for the whole council as well as their enemies. Watching the demigods, many of whom he'd rescued himself, fight and die in that forest, practically throwing their lives away for nothing, had struck him to the core.
Especially those he cut down himself even after he offered them a chance to retreat or surrender.
They weren't monsters. Not some vengeful spirits and creatures filled with the intent to harm simply because it was their nature or sole desire but beings not so different from himself. Fighting for what they believed in or maybe just scared and following what they knew, it didn't matter. In the end they met on opposite sides of the battlefield and someone had to cut down the other, regardless of how much he wished it wasn't so.
Then came Apollo, pushing every bit of Jason's self-control as he kept his attacks at non-lethal, keeping the god in check while waiting for Percy to finish off Artemis. Waiting and hesitating even when he had the possible openings … but then again, a sadistic part of him knew letting the Sun god live longer would be worse than killing him. But even then, he had to remain put and play his part, feeling the attack on Frank and Hazel's home …
'Frank and Hazel …' he thought as he got a better grip and looked back at the home still cloaked in his lightning barrier, his griffon construct flying above it on constant patrol. He shook his head as he rapidly shrunk and dashed to the house in a white blur. Within moments he was at the door and his sword was sheathed on his back before he grabbed the door handle.
His lightning dispersed on his will leaving the home intact as he opened the door, unfortunately letting in the smell of cooked flesh and metal with him. Even worse though was that the house already smelled like blood and charred meat worrying him even more.
"Frank! Hazel!" he called as he moved past the foyer and into their large living room, idly thanking Chaos that the blinds were down along the wall-sized windows and blocking out the view of the carnage outside. Barely a few seconds passed as he reached the hall past the dining room, following the trail of blood that started near the door before he heard the furious stomping of little feet.
"UNCLE JASON!" a set of voices cried before two missiles slammed into his legs and clamped on to him.
He stopped as he looked down in relief at the two little heads.
"Casper! Julie!" Jason shouted in relief as he picked up both of the 4 year olds, hugging them to his chest as they latched onto him.
He couldn't help a tear or two escaping him as he hugged the kids, having hopped that neither were hurt in the attack, especially after seeing the blood. Still, someone had to be injured so he quickly kneeled down and set them on their feet to get a quick look at them.
Jasper took after his mother, having her same dark mocha skin and slighter darker brown hair that spilled in wild curls, framing his small face and surprisingly bright, amber-ish eyes.
Julie was more like a mix of Frank and Hazel, with light caramel skin and black hair falling down in loose waves, along with her darker brown eyes and finer features hinting at Asian descent. Both of the twins looked perfectly healthy aside from the puffiness of their eyes and clear tear stains, dressed in matching blue shirts and black shorts though their white socks had spots of blood on them.
Seeing as they weren't in any pain he released another breath of relief before his mind quickly shifted to the other two possibilities for being hurt and asked, "Where's mommy and daddy?"
At the mention both kids started to tear up again before Julie cried, "Daddies hurt!" while Casper pointed back the way they came. Not a moment later Casper bolted back towards the back of the house and where the rooms were while Julie refused to let go of Jason so he quickly scooped her up and followed before picking up Casper as they moved.
It took less than a minute for Jason to arrive to the master suite, his heart practically in his throat as he opened the slightly ajar door as he called, "Frank, Hazel!" and was met with a troubling site. Both of the adults were on the bed, Frank laying back and looking like he was barely conscious, biting onto a thick belt as Hazel got to work. It was then that Jason spotted the source of blood, his eyes locking onto the spot of his left shoulder and arm beyond.
Or at least, the mangled and charred flesh that should have been an arm.
Hazel was tying another, thinner belt around the meeting point of the shoulder to try and lessen the blood loss, her arms soaked in the stuff as her eyes remained narrowed with focus. Without wasting a moment Jason set the kids down and got to work looking for any more damage, willing a thin rope into his hands as he noticed that Frank's left leg looked pretty busted up as well. After tying off around the thigh Jason snapped his fingers to get plenty of bandages and started wrapping up the leg the best he could.
The pair worked in silence as Hazel got to wrapping up the arm any other injuries Frank was sporting as the big man just focused on remaining conscious even as blood dripped into his right eye from a nasty looking cut.
Jason could hear the kids sniffling behind them and occasionally asking if their dad will be okay but both adults were too focused to respond at the moment. However, after what seemed like hours when it was only minutes, Jason and Hazel got Frank as bandaged up as they could but Frank also finally blacked out meaning they weren't out of the woods quick.
"Hazel, grab on, we're leaving," Jason said as he moved around the bed to pick up Frank.
Hazel didn't respond, already knowing Jason would not even think about leaving them here. She only nodded, a tenseness to her frame as she was quick to scoop up Jasper and Julie, softly murmuring to them that things would be okay.
Jason then picked up Frank easily enough, trying his best to not shake him up before Hazel stepped up to him with the kids and placed a hand on his arm.
"Jasper, Julie, eyes closed he said as gently as he could while still being urgent to which the children listened as they buried their faces in their mother's neck.
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