Thread: LoD 4: Camp Pheonix ((Late Teens to Mature))

And yet, he'd given it to me. I was both surprised and confused. And there was something-else. When Jason had asked Jericho to fight with him, Jericho had asked for the ring. If Jason gave it to him, would Jericho join the Forsaken? Would he expect the rest of us to?

"Ya know what I'm tired of asking."

"Same here."

Both of us drew our swords.

"Winner takes all." Jason said.

"I intend to."

I warped the four of us out back. I grabbed both of my soul pieces and put them on around my neck. Jason put on his gauntlet, and the duel began.

I bit my bottom-lip to keep from shouting at them to stop. My arms are quivering from the urge to run between them, to grab them and make them stop. But I know it won't do any good. I wrap my arms tightly around my ribs, holding myself together. The coppery taste of blood fills my mouth. All I can do is watch and worry.

"Zariant, Beastial hound!" I called then whistled.

Zariant leapt from Ellie's side and came to mine. HE first went into hellhound form, and then a step further. His claws and fangs grew. His fur began like spikes. His entire body transformed into the hunting machine it was meant to be.

"Xeriac." Jason shouted.

His dragon joined the brawl as well. We each took on our opposite. I Jason and Zariant Xeriac. My obsidian blade crashing against Jason's falchion caused the ground to shake as the powers within the weapons were activating. mine draining souls and his being a master bolt. I just needed one hit. One lucky hit and it didn't matter who won. My hellhound was running circles around Jason's dragon, literally. Zariant was twice as fast and could teleport, Xeriac couldn't keep up. Jason was trashing me though. The sheer power in his sword was knocking me back yards at a time. Until he finally went a massive overhead swing. I quickly slashed his right hand hitting the gauntlet. My blade tore my soul from the glove, and also caused Jason's falchion to release a massive burst of energy which sent us both flying.

I let-out a frightened cry, somewhere between a gasp and a scream. My sunhound, Veritas, ran over, and I clung to her desperately.

Zariant instantly stopped fighting and ran over to me. He went down to normal hellhound, and began to licking my face trying to get me up. Instead I stayed down. Jason meanwhile somewhere a few doors down was coming to and coming back. Pretty much everyone nearby had heard it. Mortals probably thought it was fireworks or something. I meanwhile was locked in some sort of state in which my soul was trying to come back together. for the first time in years I had all three pieces. memories, emotions, pieces of me that had been long stolen. they were all trying to come back at once at it hurt!

I raced over to them as fast as I could. I knew I probably wouldn't be able to help, but I went anyway.

Zariant roared at me, and that forced my eyes to open, and get spit in my mouth as I tried to breath.

"BAGAH GAWAHAAH!" I began to choke on the dog saliva.

I hacked it up then began taking deep breathes.

"One of these days I am founding a demigod veterinary clinic purely to research how you make so much spit!" I muttered.

I chuckled. "Big dog, big saliva-glands?" I suggested.

"I think its meat. I need to start feeding him dry kibble."

At this Zariant ran for his life, and his meat!

I laughed. "Oh, you just scared the poor guy to death."

"No scared him to life would be more accurate. He enjoys death remember. Its why meat is so appealing."

"Yeah, but 'scared him to life' doesn't make sense."

"Does anything in this world?"

"You've already worried me half to death this-morning, please don't go all philosophical on me." I said with a half-smile.

((Aww, look, they're communicating! Hopefully, Maya doesn't appear and bitch.))