As Danae and Britomartis continued to spar, more of the Handmaidens started to gather to watch. Women from all nationalities stood watching the fight nodding knowingly.
Danae only got a glimpse of them during a healing break; then, she was back at it with Britomartis, sparring at her best.
They so many battles, with Aspalis keeping track of her crystal technology, "Danae: 0; Britomartis: 57," she says calmly, not looking up from her game.
Britomartis paused for a second and raised her free hand.
"You learn quickly," Britomartis says with a broad smile on her face. Danae had finally managed to get a few good hits in, and Britomartis was very impressed.
Danae had stopped adding essential elements to her Spell Caster and began to shoot out pure condensed energy waves. It had a much more significant effect on the Immortals aura, a vital power source she noticed Britomartis used as a battery to fuel most of her combat magic.
She also began to condense the magic into one gun for a prolonged amount of time while firing the other repeatedly.
"I'm figuring it out," Danae says, wiping sweat off her forehead.
Britomartis lets out a hearty laugh, raising her trident into a fighting pose again.
"Wait," an elderly woman's voice comes from the crowd of immortals.
A woman looking to be in her late 60's walked out from the back of the crowd wearing a simple brown grey gown. She walks up and bows her head.
"Anyone that Britomartis deems worthy of training is worthy of great praise," the woman says, her eyes twinkling silver, red, and brown.
"I am Hekate, Goddess of the Hearth," the older woman slowly transforming into a little girl dressed in pure white with a silver belt around her gown.
"Didn't think you'd show," a woman dressed in silver and leather says, holding her helmet under her arm.
"I almost didn't, Parthenos," Hekate says as she walks over to Danae barefoot, "but she is a fellow God, so I heeded her call."
Hekate looks Danae up and down, her eyes twinkling a soft blue and silver.
"Your alchemy is almost completely accurate, but you're missing that one aspect," the little girl says, slowly floating up to Danae's eye level.
She slowly reaches for the necklace around Danae's neck, and a silver light starts to shine from the chain, a sigil slowly being etched onto its surface.
Just a small locket with a picture of her late husband and Dean in it, now upon its surface, a sigil that looked a lot like a heart lies engraved on its surface.
"Soul," Hekate's soft voice radiates through Danae's heart. Danae's eyes flare silver for a moment, and then an intense flow of orange energy flew from her eyes.
Danae bows deeply before the little girl, who again shifts into a woman in her early 20's in a deep red flowing dress. She hugs Danae and whispers in her ear.
Danae didn't quite get it, but she heard something like 'grow powerful and strike justice,' or something like that. It struck her odd that all three forms had white hair, but she was ready to get back into it with Britomartis, feeling fired up like never before.
Danae walked over to Britomartis, her blazing aura high.
"You ready, Britomartis," Danae growls,the energy around her hand turning into claw-like extensions.
Britomartis stabs the trident into the ground and gets in a melee fighting stance, "I am ready, Orange Kitty."
Danae lunges at Britomartis as Britomartis throws out a punch. Their auras clash and a flash of pure light waves through the courtyard.
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The Abysmal Records
FantasíaA story about a high school graduate exposed to a bizarre turn of events: first, he's was about to go out to a high school party with some friends, and a dragon ruins that night out. Then he tries to go out to get his mom a slushie, and the storekee...
