THE BIRTH OF WAR.

Battle Of The Gods.

Aurelian looked upon both Hyperion and Foster, and there he Nodded at both of them. A gesture to say that it is time to do what they had they intended on doing, they had seen this play out in scenarios while binding around a camp fire. They had seen this coming and so were prepared accordingly. They were prepared to contribute and do their part as to what Aurelian had planned. They had rehearsed this scenario multiple times even with the full strength of their powers in open planes and so they knew exactly what to expect. All part of Aurelian's grand plan. This is where he will begin and this is where he shall start it all for the purposes of a better future, a future in which will one day grow into something of such, grandeur and magnificence, that this will all seem like a humble world in comparison.

Soon enough however, Aurelian, Hyperion, and Foster of Germania descended from the mountains. Aided by Aurelian and his plans for this very night, they descended down in spectacular fashion by literally stepping forwards and allowing themselves to fall, only for Aurelian, Khars and Foster all descended down to earth, using their individual power to aid them.

As they descended however, they all landed upon another cliff side, although this one was much closer to Septima and there they all looked upon her as she stared back at them from a distance.

As she looked up at them, Septima than said
"At last Aurelian, you have shown yourself to me, aspect of humanity..."

And there, Aurelian answered back saying
"Indeed, I have revealed myself to you, Septima. I welcome you to the world, aspect of War."

"Words uttered by an Aspect God who represents humanity?" Septima said
"You've had centuries to think about what to tell me, and now you have my undivided attention."

However, it was here that Hyperion stepped in and he replied to Septima
"My father does not wish to fight. It is merely a waste of our time, both for us and you, Septima. We merely wish to parley, to speak and talk to one another and nothing more."

Septima however did not respond and there she simply looked upon them with glaring eyes, her eyes glowed red as her dark armor covered her body, a scarlet red cape and Scarf flowing alongside her short hair in the wind.

Septima than grabbed her sword. It was a unique sword, a short bladed sword with the words "Gladius" ingraved in it, with a bright Red fire sorrounding it, and Aurelian, Khars and Foster can sense the divine energy within the blade. Clearly it was Septima's prefered weapon and it is deadly, lethal even to the most powerful of entities.

Septima than answered back and said
"I can see through your words and I am not disarmed. You must learn for others to hold the truth with every breath, for the wrong word here may mean death."

"No, we are telling you the truth Septima. We do not wish to fight here today. It is merely a waste of our time, including of course, your time as well." Hyperion said to her.

Septima replied
"But even words can be twisted, thus turning them into weapons."

There is danger here with every phrase and so now they bargain.

Hyperion returned the answer and said
"If it is a fight you seek that let it be known that we are no weaklings. We are just as powerful as you are, the power that each of us can use in our attacks in great... And it will certainly leave a treat trail of destruction should we ever commit to such a thing."

Septima than started pointing her blade straight up at all 3 of them and there she than said
"I have no reason to think otherwise... You were the ones responsible for sending the army of Argos here to begin with, you were the ones who went to the King, you were the ones who convinced him to attack my followed, you were the ones who caused the war and you, were the ones who caused this great Slaughter on the fields of Phokus... With those acts, how would I, Septima, not see you as my enemy?"