Percy Jackson : Gods Annihilation

She ducked as something flew over her head, the damn storm and rain around her giving her little time to see whatever it was. Granted, the sheer scream of agony that followed definitely told her it was someone being grievously injured. She idly glanced back, momentarily looking away from the controls of the Argo V and nearly gagged.

Yep, someone's severed arm still dripping ichor.

She looked back in the direction of the fight, if she could even call it that. She watched as Percy held off both Artemis and Bellona, who'd joined in right as Annabeth was forced out of combat while any minor god that got a chance took a dive at him.

That last one that lost the arm and currently dragged away from the center of that disaster was still screaming bloody murder even as some demigods tried to perform emergency first aid. Several demigods had also been knocked out in their attempts to attack, and worryingly enough, some of which from accidental hits delivered by Artemis or Bellona, more the former, which was not making things better for them.

And all the while Percy hadn't made so much as a peep, just looking with a mix of cold disdain and ambiguously malevolence, though whether directed specifically at the two goddesses fighting him or everyone in general was up for debate.

She was broken out of her thoughts though as Festus Omega clicked and beeped before the entire ship abruptly shuddered in a rather rough landing with the ground. At least that removed the whole listing from side to side with the storm even if the deck was still swamped with the ridiculously cold rain.

She looked off to her right and spotted the Argo III just as it basically crashed nose leading slightly into the ground close by, with Thalia having literally curb stomped Hera in the gut and tugging down the whole ship with it. She grimaced thought as Hera released a scream, the bottom of Thalia's odd boots releasing a hefty voltage.

Then she jumped up and away, using her wings to gain some altitude when Zeus rushed her though, his master bolt crackling as he arrived beside Hera with a furious snarl. Thalia didn't even look bothered by it, clear disgust shining through her eyes as she regarded the god that she once called father. They remained in a stare off, one high above as Zeus and the minor gods who'd been trying to help him stood at the ready even if Annabeth could feel their growing hesitation to face her.

She then looked past her as the Argo IV also managed to land though somewhat more smoothly, mostly because Nico had taken to the air above it again with Apollo chasing after.

She was sure Hermes had been in that mix a few minutes ago but now she saw him being supported by one of his children with his left arm clearly broken, the trashed remains of a shattered shield barely attached to it. Apparently he'd tried to come around the back earlier and Nico had not been amused but at least it wasn't something irreparable. Seeing the injury made Annabeth glance down at her wounds.

Percy had been ruthless in his attack, his speed and mastery of both blades making his immediate vicinity a death zone. It stung at her pride, seeing how she was considered a minor threat, his eyes often on Artemis solely.

It was brutally painful, both metaphorically and physically, how he easily knocked her away with every attack he decided to direct at her. One swing of his sword send her almost careening back with her arms nearly giving out every time before she could get a second wind, and even then it wasn't enough.

And then that moment…

One second she was going to blindside him while he crossed his arms in a guard against Artemis before he suddenly kicked her away and spun on a dime to swing at her.

Her sword and his other, the Viking one, had locked and he pulled up so close, even with their difference in height, him a mortal 6 foot 3, her crowning at a full 10 feet and still she felt like the smaller of the two. His face had been so close to hers, his admittedly handsome yet cold expression boring into her. For just a moment that coldness had dropped to be replaced with sadness, pity, and dare she say … longing.

It had made her pause, unsure of what was going on then and there but then he acted. Like a wolf deciding to end the hunt he attacked, his katana moving so quickly she actually saw the air and rain drops alike around it being cut.

She disengaged the block with the Viking sword and moved to block the new assault, only to gape as his katana sliced through her celestial bronze sword made by Hephaestus himself leaving her with only one thought. 'He really is a god … and one of both of those swords are symbols of power.' At that moment she knew only her own symbol of power would survive contact against his blades but she wasn't quick enough to summon it.

Her sword destroyed she moved her shield to block as the Viking sword was thrust forward within the span of half a second after the swing of the katana. She could claim that she was surprised, that it shouldn't have been possible, but she didn't even gasp in surprise as the Viking sword pierced through her shield … and her arm that had been holding it. She cried out in pain but stopped short as she saw the point continue on, closing in on her chest. Then, just as it made contact with her breastplate, it stopped dead.

Her own heart was beating furiously as she gave a shaky look to Percy, seeing his frigid eyes looking at her with that same underlying tone of sadness and his message was clear. 'I could have killed you, but I didn't.'

She didn't have time to ask anything as he pulled his sword back, making her wince as it also left the flesh of her forearm retaining a cold, numbing sensation, before he kicked her shield effectively punting her all the way back to near the control panel and then for Bellona to jump in. That was what took her out of the fight and left her to focus on getting the ship safe, which it now was for the most part.

Now it seemed that the newly revealed primordial gods (she just couldn't deny their claim anymore) as Percy and Nico both jumped back from their fights and took to the air beside Thalia.

She was actually surprised to see a few nicks a cuts on them, the sort that counted more as annoying papercuts whenever one of the attacking gods managed to come closer than most too actually hitting them. Nico sported one at the top of his right shoulder and another above his left knee, Thalia had a busted lip and a cut near her elbow, and Percy only had one along his cheek beneath his left eye.

Seeing that they could have been injured seemed to add some confidence to the Olympian forces however, with the lull in battle odd murmuring broke out at the sight of their blood. Rather than the golden ichor of the gods known, all three bleed silvery, near white ichor that reminded Annabeth of liquid platinum.

At the moment she just added to an ever growing pile of questions she had about her newly revealed ex and just what the hell they were. Still, she wondered if they would attack again, hearing pistons firing and massive bay door on each Argo opening so the demigods under the decks could come out to actually help rather than be limited to the less than hundred per deck.

However, before anyone could make any move to instigate hostilities again there was a spike of heat coming from their right making several heads turn… only to gasp.

There were two more of the winged gods, one with crimson wings formed of scales shaped into feather formations arrived at the side of Percy and the others. However, the moment anyone got a good look at her face, even with the burning crimson eyes and steaming tips of her hair, it could only be one goddess.

Hestia.

Like Percy she looked the similar to before but now there was a new air about her. Stronger, feral, dangerous … and primal. Hestia's gaze fell on her gawking siblings before she gave a fanged smile that likely caused some minor strokes, if gods could have strokes.

Annabeth even heard several weapons dropped as the demigods looked on incredulously before the second winged goddess shifted slightly drawing attention to herself.

Even in the raging storm she looked beautiful, with lavender eyes nearing a pink color closer to the center, deep purple wings, and a rather flattering skirt, leather boot, tight shirt, and corset combo. However, it what was in her arms that caused shock and alarm to flow through the Olympian ranks.

In the winged goddess' arms was her mother! Unconscious, shattered armor, and bleeding from a serious looking head-wound, not that the goddess holding her seemed to mind the ichor spilling onto her. The goddess holding her was shooting a disgusted look at none other than Artemis, occasionally passing over the other Olympians as well.

"A-Atalanta?" Artemis stammered within the silence, causing Annabeth's eyes to widen as she looked at the named Atalanta in a new light.

Atlanta, the kidnapped child of Artemis? So Percy had her all along and even made her a goddess too? But why!? However, before Annabeth could pursue a possible answer Atalanta's face turned sour with a scoff.

"My name is Andromeda Xena Jackson," the winged goddess returned. "Daughter of Sally and Paul Blofis, you know, my parents that you killed and took me from!" she finished with a shout as Artemis recoiled as if slapped.

"The little sister of Perseus Jackson, the Primordial Goddess of Love, Attraction, Procreation, and Desire."

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