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━━ chapter twenty midas's tale ( jason )
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━━It took all of them to hold back the satyr.
Jason had his arms wrapped under the Coach's arms, tugging him back and trying to avoid his kicking hooves. "Whoa, Coach!" he grunted, straining. "Bring it down a few notches!" He wanted to have Sav calm him down, but since Leo's powers didn't work in here, he was sure Sav's won't either, and so he was left with wincing when Coach's hoove knicked his shin very hard.
A younger man charged into the room. Jason guessed he must be Lit, the old guy's son. He looked like John Cena had a field day━(he can remember John Cena but not━? Jason is so sick of his amnesia! It was getting old!)━with ripped arms filled with scars like lightning and a handsome face hidden behind dark curly hair shredded with even more. He was intimidating even in his pyjama bottoms and sleevless CORNHUSKERS tee-shirt, and Jason seriously wished he looked that intimidating in Cookie Monster pants.
But Jason could tell Lit immediately zeroed him like he was the biggest threat, which sort of made him feel good in a strange way. He stalked towards him, swinging his sword overhead.
Oh, come on, seriously?
Jason tried to hand Coach off to Leo who was desperately trying to pull his face away from Coach's flying fists.
"Wait!" Savreen stepped forward desperately, her hair a little array from holding back their muderous goat friend. She took a deep breath, trying to be calming━lucky for her, she held a calming presence even without powers. Lit stopped in his tracks, but still looked wary. Sav took this as a good sign and continued, "Please, this is just a misunderstanding. Everything is fine. We don't wish anyone any harm."
"I'll get them!" meanwhile, Coach was still screaming. "Don't worry! Let me at 'em!"
Savreen winced, and muttered something bitterly under her breath. She looked frustrated, even, and so Jason quickly spoke up to help━
"Coach!" he pleaded; scolding, almost. "They may be friendly. Besides, we're trespassing in their home."
"Thank you!" said the old man in the bathrobe. "now, who are you, and why are you here?"
"We'll explain, promise," said Savreen. "But we should all put our weapons down first, I think━so we can talk first, then pass judgment, is that fair? I believe that's fair. Coach, you first, please."
Hedge settled enough in which Jason, Leo and Piper could finally set him down. Jason kept a clenched grip on his shoulder though, ready to hold him back again if he randomly went kill mode again. The satyr clenched his jaw. Then, he raised his club sheepishly, "Just one thwack?"
