Melaina's Burden Of The Aegean Sea

Chapter 20

"I AM A GOD!! I CAN'T BE KILLED!!" He screamed out, rage and anger seeping through his voice as he looked at her. "And certainly not by the likes of you" He laughed holding his trident under her chin.

"She can't, but I can"

Glancing between the two, he shrugged turning to look at her, while skillfully twirling the trident in his hands. "Alright, I'm flexible enough," he says swinging it at her.

Melaina ducked under the swing and quickly snapped herself into her warrior's mindset. Taking out both swords she charged at him with everything she had, not holding back.

He formed his hands as if he were gripping imaginary tennis balls, making the ground beneath her shake as water pooled around her feet, holding her in place.

"You have been such an ungrateful little brat," He says cutting at her forearm, making her hiss out in pain. "I should have let Zeus kill you and the rest of your family, instead of stopping him," he says slicing her cheek.

"What can I say? Being ungrateful runs in the family" using her mist control she disappeared from his sights before reappearing behind him digging her fingers into the bicep of his swinging arm and ripping at the muscle. He yelled out in pain while spinning around to get her off his forearm. With a swing of her swords, she sliced him on his back, while driving the other way in the back of his leg, making him stumble back.

Pulling her swords out she disappeared allowing him to fall to the ground, making the water splash around his figure, as she reappeared in the centre of the room.

He chuckled as he hit the water. "Silly child. The sea is my domain" raising, they saw the wounds they had inflicted on him were healing. "Much better, good as new," He says standing with his trident in hand. "Now, allow me to teach you a few things" quickly he threw his trident towards Thalia, but Castor quickly pushed her to the ground, letting the trident pin him up against the wall by his neck, as it began seeping into the water made wall, choking him.

Next, he conjured up a whirlpool trapping Thalia in it, letting her suffocate at his hands. He smiled smugly looking at Melaina. "Take your pick, dear," he says glancing between them all. "Either I kill your little friend over here or I drown your lover"

Melaina stood powerless watching as Castor struggled to break free while Thalia's coughing could be heard.

"Better hurry, I don't think they have much life left in them"

Yelling out in frustration she tossed her swords to the side charging at him, letting anger and rage take control. She ripped into his face with the middle and forefingers of her right hand, raking along with his nose and mouth. With the other hand, She struck his neck and dug her fingers in, grabbing the windpipe. The technique called for her to pull it out, lacerating his throat and killing him. But there were other options. She pushed rather than pulled, momentarily closing the windpipe against itself, cutting off his air.

With Poseidon distracted, he lost control over the whirlpool and trident, allowing Thalia and Castor to break free. The two stood to the side allowing Melaina to take the reign on this fight since they were no match for him.

"You messed with the wrong daughter," She says through grinned teeth as she eyed him, striking him with six strikes per second, though if anything, at that moment, felt faster than that. Poseidon stumbled back unable to keep up with her strikes, not being quite as skilled in hand to hand combat, especially in Kempo Karate.

"Kick his butt, Mel!" Thalia says from the side, helping Castor.

Skillfully she did a double palm heel blow to both ears, ripping downward along the cheek and collapsing onto his throat before stepping under and inside his flailing arms to shoot an elbow upward into his abdomen, taking his centre as she rolled into a palm heel strike to the groin and back into a rising elbow to the underside of his chin, making him dizzy, arcing down into another palm heel onto the bridge of his nose. There were no wind-ups, no wasted motion; each movement was designed for her to roll naturally into the next one confusing him and making it difficult for him to keep afloat.