Wrath of The Gods.(Quest)

[Aris Love]

Aris was also curious. Apparently the object was small. It was something seemingly pointless too considering everyone did not care about it. But one thing really alerted him as he saw Jackal and Leon take their leave he turned to the corner of the room and saw the monitors. His head was barely within the doorway and the only monitor screen he saw was Mitsuki fighting. Immediately Aris new put out his choices.

Mitsuki was either going to lose the fight or not. But she had momentary control and he knew, he was not even dealing with chance anymore, that he could not help enough to win. What he could do was find out why that bandana was so necessary, and how he could use it to save Mitsuki. Now Aris would only give out it's locations as last resort. A VERY last resort.

But he needed a back up plan just in case. He needed more time. More stalling. He needed to find out what and why this bandana was so important. Why it was necessary to the cause. He needed to follow Jackal and Leon. He needed to save Mitsuki and the school.

[Athena]

Hm? Well to say the least Apollo became amused at this fight so far, the lesser beings seemed to not really understand teamwork, well at least those whom chose to fight him… that or there method of working with one another was based on other things, in all honesty even Apollo wouldn’t have the dishonor of stepping on an ally… but they were merely creatures… there brain not working obviously and much less without true divine guidance. Though what really got a chuckle out of his godliness was the fact he did have time to observe, yet not enough to have known if this was a fake or not. It didn’t matter to him however as the boy came in, Apollo arching his back as the boy hit him, Apollo might as well have been throwing himself backwards as he tucked his legs, his upper back bending while eventually each hand touched the ground, the moment that happened he forced each leg high, the boy… though his body had gotten out of the way would suffer a pair of plated heels to his shins, pleasant? Not really, and of course after this one Done Apollo would continue his motion, which was actually just a modified land based back flip and come done in a kneel, though quickly would he get up and turned to the boy. Not sure what the other had in mind but this one (Travis) seemed to be the offence.

He did however notice soon after he returned to his feet however, that water began to rain down, but why? Had another come to assist them? If so what was the reason? Either way it didn’t matter as for only a flicker of a moment had his ally come to mind and leave just as quickly from his mind.

[Travis Delmonte]

Well.. It would seem as if Travis' little head jump would work. That god that kid had not tried to buck his way out of it, or Travis probably would have face planted off the ground. But now, he found himself in a slight situation. He watched as his opponent soon bent backwards rather quickly, and up came his legs. Worst part? Well Travis was airborne. There wasn't much that he could do from his current situation and soon enough those metal plated boots would connect with his shins. Travis would wince a bit, his eyes closing as he felt his body begin to flip midair. The kicks hurt, that was the truth. But at least the bone density training he had received while learning kick boxing had helped dull the pain a bit.

His body would be forced to rotate. To flip as he moved in the air. And soon enough he would feel pain as his tail bone connected hard against the ground, followed by his feet as he landed in a rather awkward sitting position not too far from Apollo. He would have gotten right back up onto his feet, had it not been for a voice that yelled out. He didn't even care about the water that was now coming down. He just felt anger for the one he had been fighting. He just wanted to crush him and get it over with. But he figured it might be smart to listen to the other kid. To work better with him.

"Hey! Gang leader kid!"

"It's TRAVIS! And WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!"

[Aureus]

Good. I got his attention. Levi thought before running up to him. It was obvious that he'd have to talk fast, not to mention Travis would have to trust him. They didn't really have much time to plan with Apollo only about 10 feet away. Once next to the gang leader, the redhead spoke fast and quietly. "I need you to distract him. Just for like 20 seconds. No time to explain, just trust me. Please..." He asked kindly. The best case scenario would be Travis' agreement, successful distraction, and Levi's successful throw. If all that worked out, it would be easy as hell to finish the god off. After all, who can fight when concentrated nitrogen just exploded on their bodies, covering it with phosphorous tribromide? Though to finish him, the students would need a weapon. A locker door would do the job quiet well. This would be necessary because phosphorous tribromide can cause skin blistering and it wouldn't be wise to punch someone covered in it.

[Athena]

ooc: Sorry for taking so long to post. My sleep shedule is a bit wonky -not waking up at 1am.

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How... annoying? He was so easily capable of knocking the brat out of the air while he didn't pay mind to the one who called out to him... Travis? Well, the brat had a name... how nice, it didn't matter much however as apollo had been waiting for a moment for him to rise... yet he didn't have much interest and thus quickly followed behind him, only 10 feet, easily cleared as at his last step he pulled his leg back, his plan was deliver a kick to the boy as he sat.

~I don't have time to waste... Asiv might try to run.~

He thought to himself as these students were proving to be a rather bothersome bunch, he wished he was as powerful as Zeus at this time, a true god whos power could shake the very crust of the world with his rage... he could wish, yet he could never attain that power.

[Alex Malice]

((OoC: If this post sounds a bit pissed off to you, its because I'm very, VERY pissed. So deal with it.))

The flames, those beautifully dead brigning, burning, enferno of hate and destruction. The waves of air coming from them refreshing, and full of that angsty feeling of the need to kill. One called for his attention, putting his hand neatly behind his back, Hephaestus did not care, this mortal believed a foolish stance such as that could get him to be intimidated, the flames pullsed as these thoughts crossed the mind of this god. This particuler fool Hephaestus would enjoy ripping to pieces and making his flesh nice and crispy with the flames of a god. Yet once he began to get ready to attack, dropplets of water began to fall, then as if raining it flowed in a downpoor, putting his flames to rest, but you could hear the water sizzling against his skin. His armor now deemed useless in this. So he unclipped the shoulder pads, which fell to the ground with a clang, unclipped the armor over his pants, they fell to the ground. He was now only left with jeans and a shirt that was open in the front, almost like a vest. He took off his gloves and tucked them into his pockets. But as he did so he felt a good fist pound into the side of his face, as it was backed to his assailent. His head hitting into a wall next to him. A loud clang. A flair would rise from where the boys fist had landed as the rain from inside the building began to hit his extreamly hot skin. This rain, had Posaidon decided to work against them, was he planning the downfall of The Gods with these mortlas, was he working with Asiv? Thsi thought made Hephaestus lose it, his eyes seemed to turn white in anger as he took a half step backwords towards the one that attacked him.

(Saint this is to you.)

He would be standing hardly three inches from the mortals body, but he would of moved with that speed of the gods from before, yet if one where to look at the scene they would of seen an elbow dug deep into the fools gut, and a flame exploding from the area. What was this? Fire without the armor, without the gloves. Could these be proof of true devinity? It could or it couldn't, but this was happening, Hephaestus, would then spin on one foot, while taking a half step bakc again, but this time it would be away from Saint, but he would leap forward with a knee strike aimed for the boys head, if that where not enough, Hephaestus would be reaching out with his arms to grab ahold of that bent over head from the elbow. This would make it hard to retreat from the blow, if he planned on it, because Hephaestus would be held in place. This fool would be the first to feel the full force of the Fire God, the fire of crafting, wiht a heat so hot it can melt 5 inch thick iron. This was what would shoot from Hephaestus' knee as it would plant itself into the boys face even with the sprinkler system going off flame could still do its damage if only for a little while, and being hot and then cooled at the speed it would be going was dangerouse. But one thing could be noted about every movement Hephaestus made, was the fact he did not use his right leg without limping from it to the other leg.

[jakeyjake]

OOC: Yeah, this post is kind of important, so like... you'll better read it I suppose.

It seemed that the other students were ruining Jake's one true chance to play, did they fail to see that it was now Jake's turn to have fun? He was waiting patiently, and every single muscle was just wanting for him to make a strike right toward this guy. It was his turn to fight, why did the other people have to get in the way for their own foolish pride? It was evident that they weren't going to be able to win in a brawl like this, but they failed to see it. Still, if they wanted to steal time in which he had deserved for waiting, and watching them get their asses handed to them, then he would just need to attack without care if one gets in the way and gets stabbed instead of the original target. It was an easy enough solution, and one Jake planned on seeing through.

That was when the sprinklers suddenly turned on, and that was something which posed quite the problem. With the water pouring down like rain all over the place, it was only natural that the flames would disperse. That was a negative though, it ruined part of the challenge, how could Jake experience a true game like this when this guy wasn't at his full capabilities? This definitely caused some problems in his mind, and a twitch took place on his right eye as a you could just imagine an anime vein popping up on the top of his pale forehead allowing him to express his rage at the current situation at hand. All this guy took off his armor, Jake could of attacked, but he actually wanted a challenge, he didn't care about the other people, this guy might just fight him, and if he didn't, Jake would charge with no regrets.

That was when it happened, before Jake even got his rightfully deserved chance to strike at this guy, another person came into the scene there for destroying Jake's chance at entering this battle. No! He couldn't have that, the rage was beginning to pulse in him more than ever before. This was supposed to be his shot at the action, his time to test to see rather or not he has gained anything through the hardships he had to endure. It even led him to some pretty nasty thoughts, this was one of the times where a pure emotion has just swarmed over Jake, and was evident for anyone looking at him to see.

"Dammit, time and time again I am overlooked, unless it is me doing something wrong. This was my time, he was my opponent, god dammit... No, I don't care, nobody is getting in my way, this guy is mind and he is dead! Anyone who says otherwise, and does something to prevent me will suffer the same fate!"

Quickly rushing in right after the attacks this so called god began to make, Jake quickly closed in on the right side of this 'god's' body. Now, unless the kid attacking (Saint) got into Jake's kill zone, which would be the zone where he stabs the scissors, he would remain unharmed. To enter the kill zone, all he had to do was survive this guy's attacks, and then once again go for another strike. Though if he did do that, it was possible not to get stabbed with the scissors, there was the possibility of this 'god' maneuvering to where Jake accidentally struck him instead of his original target. Though of course, Jake wouldn't care one bit, it was that guy's fault for getting in his way.

Around the time the guy would send the last knee toward this guy's face, assuming everything went to plan, Jake would be closed in right at his right side there for ready to lash out with his deadly attack.

Everything came down to this moment, Jake was pulsing with rage, and all pleasures in which he experienced before were now gone. It all came down to this, if he struck this guy, then he would show him the wrath of ignoring a man who deserved not to be ignored. Rage was sparking in his eyes, it was as if the flames in which this 'god' had sent before was now absorbed in Jake's blood thirsty eyes wanting to spill every drop of blood in this man's body.

It was lightning fast, a quick slash with his right arm, the scissors being aimed to stab in right into the ribs of this guy's body. Due to him taking off his armor, it would be able to tear in his flesh hopefully managing to seriously injure him, oh but the beating wouldn't it there even if it worked out! Unfortunately, Jake couldn't take a course of action until he knew what happened, so he was going to have to pause for a few seconds, his guard still up of course, and then wait to see what are the effects of this attack in which he lashed out.

[Travis Delmonte]

"I need you to distract him. Just for like 20 seconds. No time to explain, just trust me. Please..."

Trust him? ..Thats not something I do so easily.. But maybe thats really what I need to do right now.. For now I'll trust him..

"Fine.."

Now what to do? Distract him for as long as he can.. Well what did this kid plan on doing? Could Travis get injured from this? It was possible.. So Maybe what he needed to do was get some distance between himself and Apollo. But ti seemed like that wouldn't be too easy, seeing as Apollo began to move, and within moments he had cleared the distance between him and the god-like villain. And he was sending some kind of kick his way. He would have to act quickly to be able to perform some kind of attack and then get away.

As that foot came in, Travis would allow himself to fall backwards against the wet, tiled floor. As his back hit, his hands would lift up and he would prepare his hands to grab ahold of the foot that would surely be coming in hard and fast. He would try use his left arm to shield and slow the blow down a bit, that left hand would roll and attempt to grab at Apollo's ankle. His right arm would wrap around and he would hopefully be able to grab Apollo's heel tightly. His fingers would apply pressure and grip hard. He would allow his arms to move upwards slightly with the kick, and as he lay down, his lower body would twist to the left slightly, his right leg lifting hard and fast, aiming to slam against the inside of Apollo's knee and sweep it from under him, maybe even break or sprain his knee.

If everything went find, and Travis was able to successfully drop the god-wannabe, he would then attempt to get away, and gain some distance from the weirdo on the ground. His hands would release, and then they would slam against the wet tile floor, his legs would straighten and then lift high. As they lifted his body would begin to tuck slightly and he would bring them quickly toward his head, and then roll backwards onto his feet. From there he would allow himself to jump backwards as quickly as possible a few times, so that he had distance from the god. He could only hope that this had given the other boy plenty of time to do whatever he felt he needed to do.

[Deleted]

Sure his attack had landed to some minor success but Saint had done little to stop this false god. It would take much more than a simple punch to the jaw to end this. Unfortunately Hephaestus quickly responded with an attack on his own, an elbow sent charging into the student’s gut. In his deranged state Saint did nothing to lessen the impact or protect himself, thus the full force struck his abdomen. The boy’s body lurched forward, blood splashing against the back of his white teeth, some spilling through onto the floor. Defenseless and primed for the crushing, Hephaestus would surely have killed the boy with the next attack, but as the false god stepped back to prepared for his knee strike something unexpected happened. His target simply clasped to the ground with a loud unabated thud before the second strike could be landed. The entirely of Saint’s body lay flat out, almost a corpse, on the school floor. Blood was seeping from not only his mouth but now the tears that had been streaming down his face had turned a tinge of red and darken with each passing moment.

[Athena]

So annoying, yet also in a sense it was amusing to the god as he started to fall, his kick intercepted and now struck and swept away at his only standing leg as if the tides came in with nothing but power. His leg didn’t hurt so much, though he could feel a soft sting as his armour didn’t allow his joints to bend, thus there was more strain rather as his body fell to the ground with a rather loud thud, though he then watched as back did the boy roll. Now it was rather interesting, why? He could have stuck Apollo again, not with great difficulty though he didn’t bother to over think it as he quickly slammed his hands to the ground, his hair hanging over his face while he pushed to his feet.

He was out of his element or so one could say as he was rather used to tossing the filth aside, this was a rather strange feeling for him, though with a slight brush to the brow with his left hand did he move the hair. This time however he would again attack, however he would try something a bit different as again he came full forward, striding on his toe’s rather that the normal fashion, with this his pace hastened as his feet set into angle allowing each to fall faster than if it were to be the heel.

Thus he arrived, moments before an arm length his body fell low, his right leg pressing at an angle while the left stayed pivoted on the toe while his body took to a literal moving sweep kick, this of course not possible normally but with the floor coated in water and the sleek material of the metal armour he wore it was all to capable.

[Aureus]

Luckily, Travis agreed. Before they could plan more, Apollo started his attack. Travis was quick enough to avoid it and semi-counter. While this was all going on, Levi took the oppertunity to rush over to the fire extinguisher and pull it from it's latches. When he turned back around, he found that the god was fully distracted, albeit a bit close to the gang leader. It would be a bit dangerous to throw the canister when he didn't know how large the blast radius would be, but than again he didn't really have a choice. It was now or never. Taking that cue the redhead chucked the red bottle with all his strength towards the lowered Apollo. If everything went right the spikes on his back would puncture the metal and cause an explosion that would put him down.

[Athena]

Ooc: just because I can I’m posting now =P Travis your move or whatever can take place during my own. If it doesn’t make sense pm/IM me.

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The attack was going to hit, he didn’t doubt it or so… it seemed as though it should have hit, everything was sent into perfect motion, his position, his speed, everything! How could it go wrong? Well, who would think of lobbing pressurized chemicals towards the spike ball of a god? Puncture the canister and it would explode from the rapid pressure change… now really, one would have to wonder why they even let those things in school with the sprinkler system, but alas there was no good answer which was noted as Apollo’s axis was thrown off by the sudden unsuspecting impact, because of his position it also couldn’t be halted, yet it didn’t matter considering what it was… not like he really knew either as his body quickly fell forward, the face of his cuirass hitting the floor as a blast went off. The flame rolling over his body (drama?) while his armor could be noted as penetrated in various locations from red shrapnel. His body however suffering only minor burning, this due to the armor absorbing most of the blast.

“That… Isn’t enough to stop me…”

He commented as he placed both gloved hands to the ground once more, blood rolling from the wholes in his armor which as he slowly got to his feet were noted to start twisting, slowly closing around the null space were it once was as he got to his feet fully, the armor now fully repaired, yes indeed… that was the feature of his godly garbing, though he didn’t know it the armor was a type of living metal, though the gift from his leader said it was otherwise. Though of course he turned quickly to face the lobber and with that shifted into a run yet only making two steps as he soon fell to his knee. His right hand crossing to his side while the left was firmly planted.

His body was hurting, like something opening him up from the inside as a few heavy coughs escaped him, this causing his right hand to cover his mouth as blood dripped between each finger, it was then that he understood that his armor was pierced, and not by just a mortal… but something else.

((Lets just say for fantasy it was possible >.>))

[Travis Delmonte]

And here it soon came. Travis' little counter had been enough to distract him for the time being while he had been able to drop away from the Apollo-wannabe. But to his surprise, Apollo had manage to get up quickly, and was soon making his way toward Travis. Travis was about to call out to the boy who seemed to have some kind of plan, but then he caught sight of something flying. His eyes widened as he turned as quickly as he could, until h is back was facing Apollo and the object that Aureus had thrown. He leaned foreword and pushed as hard as he could with his legs, that would send his low and in a diving position of some sort.

Then came the explosion of some sort. Travis gritted his teeth as he felt several pieces of something hit and fly by him, a long with his own body being propelled from the explosion slightly. He could feel the leather he wore heat up, and pieces of it tear away as sharp pieces of Apollo's armor connected with his body. Once he hit the slick tile floor, he felt himself slide a few feet. Eyes still closed, he rolled onto his back. His eye would snap open as he felt himself dazed from that close encounter.

As he pushed himself up onto his feet again, he felt the sting of the wounds on his back. He gritted his teeth as his eyes dropped toward his feet. The water surrounding it tinted red from the blood that flowed from t he cuts he had received from the armor. His eyes narrowed as they shot toward the now kneeling God. He had definitely been wounded from that, right? Travis hoped so. He was getting really tired. And this guy was really starting to annoy him.

But he did notice that this guy was not completely protected. He didn't have a helmet after all. And that would be a major weak spot, right? He hoped so. And since Apollo was currently down in a way. He hoped that he would have enough time to preform the attack he wanted to pull off. He would wince as he began to move, he could feel blood flowing, hell, there was probably pieces of metal dug into h is back. But right now, he didn't care. He would worry about that later.

As he neared his opponent, he planned to throw his right around toward the left, allowing his body to pivot on his right foot, the slick ground only helping to perform the spin quicker as his left leg would swing around, turning with his body slightly so that he could look over his left shoulder as he spun. He aimed to slam the heel of his steel-toed boot into the back of Apollo's unarmored head. If it succeeded, he would hope that it would have the force to knocked his opponent foreword, and closer to Aureus. If the kick didn't finish him, maybe Aureus could perform some kind of finisher.

(OOC: Eh.. Tell me if I have to edit it..)

[Alex Malice]

Hephaestus felt his elbow meet its mark deep into the bows gut, but before he could throw his knee into the boys face he had hit the floor, fully and completely, Hephaestus stopped, drenched almost, yet dry on some parts of his skin. He watched as the boy bleed crimson as he lay there motionless about, was he dea? Maybe, this foolish mortal would soon meet Hades and travel the river Styx as a lost soul. Or was a loved one somewhere neer to place apenny under hsi tongue. Oh well that didn't matter, what really matter right now was that they find Asiv. He looked at the boy almost forgetting completely about the others, then it hit him, the sound of the rain inside had almost nulled the sound of splashing foot stepps throug the puddled floor.

He was going to turn to this sound, but was too late, a sharp pircing pain ran through him as a pair of sizzors stabbed deep into him between the ribs, almost puncturing his lungs, but stopping just short as he apon instinct, threw a quick elbow smash towards the side of the head of the person that did this. He was stabbed and blood would of been pooring out of the wound, if the scizzors where removed, but he tried to stop any extra damage from being implamented by attempting to detach the assailent from his weapon.

He would lean against the wall just intime to fee the very ground he stood on and the wall he leaned apon shake and rock from an explosion. Red shrappnel would fly by and puncture into the walls. Dust filled the area where it went off and fire erupting for a few moment from the area. Lights wnet out, some short circuted, and flickered. Since the first floor had few windows that allowed light to run in, and the main door was closed it would be rather dark in the area, like strob light fighting, yet the lights flickered much slower and sparks shot from them. The damage to the school would soon come close to not worth testing the students fighting abilities.

[Athena]

Damn it, of course it had to happen, he figured it out all to soon that whatever had burst into fire upon his back had left its marks, he could feel it inside his body moving around, cutting him within… but how? His armor had not been pierced as far as he could tell, his only thought was that these creatures were not simply mere mortals, they couldn’t be… to damage a god in such a way… it shouldn’t have happened like this, though at this point he continued to cough, his chest ached as even in his pain he listened, he knew that he was wide to an attack.

“Curses…”

He grimaced to himself as then at that moment he felt it, right on center of his back as the hair on his head slowly began to part, within that moment the spines of his armor shot out once more his body pushing upward as a thick smack was laid to the back of his head, this being the case it struck him hard, yet both hand came up and around grasping the strikers limb, considering it didn’t take long to know what it was the fingers wrapped around the ankle while a sudden sharp pain came forward as his body fell the spines pulling to the side after Apollo pulled the leg hard to his back, the points themselves would hopefully rip out of the boy while the god fell to the ground, his grip gone as rather he would try to drag himself away for even a moment as blood rolled from his mouth softly.