Reyna and Jason: The Praetor's of New Rome - Sacrifice

REYNA BOMB

"Let me go!' Gwen shouted to me as she dangled helplessly over the edge of the aqueduct.

I held on as Gwen opened her hand in a desperate attempt to force me to let go.

"Please Gwen..." I begged.

To my left, Max calmly walked to our flag, incapacitating any legionnaire that dared get in his way. Flanking either side of him were two others legionnaires. Bronk, who snickered and stuck his tongue out at me, walking confidently to his right while throwing various gadgets at legionnaires that tried to stop them. To his left, Rebecca, a legionnaire of the third cohort, defended Max's rear from our forces and slapped Bronk across the helmet to focus.

The sight would have been comical under different circumstances, as both Bronk and Rebecca looked like kids pretending to be Max's body guards, since he was so gods dam tall.

Our flag rested at the top of a wooden platform, its purple flag flowing in the winds with the letter SPQR written in gold. Below us, the fighting between my team, the fifth and fourth cohort, and the attacking team, the first, second and third cohort raged across the many platforms created specifically for this version of the war games. If it weren't for the fighting, you would think the aqueduct would be under repairs.

I turned my attention to Gwen. "Estupida! We can stop them together!"

Gwen shook her head. " You can reach them now if you let me go. And don't call me an idiot you-" Gwen inhaled sharply, purple light outlining her iris's. "Whoa, your doing the thing."

I would have responded, if I weren't struggling to hold her while simultaneously sharing power. I could feel her resisting my attempts to make a connection with her, but I needed her to understand my plan.

Yes, if I let her go, I could catch up to them and slow them down. Key phrase being slow them down.

Alone, Max and his squad would get the better of me. Bronk and Rebecca were no problem, I could handle them easily, but its Max that concerned me. In terms of skill, Max was THE best legionnaire in the camp. Out of the many sparring matches the two of us had against each other, I have never been able to beat him. And if that doesn't sound impressive, there is no one in this camp that can touch me in one on one combat, including the two Praetors.

No doubt realizing how stubborn I was being, Gwen accepted my power and allowed me to connect with her.

I felt a rush of energy, as Gwen and I connected through my power. As a daughter of Bellona, the goddess of war, I had the power to share my strength. Usually, sharing my strength is a one way exchange. My strength slowly decreases while the other person continues to benefit from it. And by the time I stopped using my power, I would be burdened with the other persons exhaustion and pain.

But in my last adventure I learned I could "connect" with certain people I trusted and cared for. Using my power wouldn't be a one way exchange anymore, instead we would share our strength, increasing each others maximum potential. We could even share our thoughts and emotions. The only people I've managed to share this connection with are Gwen, the lovable moron dangling below me and Jason, my best......

My former best friend.

Ignoring Gwen's feelings of inferiority and doubt, I tried to inspire confidence in her and relay my plan.

Gwen gripped my hand once again. " Do you think I can-"

I smiled. "Gwen, you can do anything......... so I'm going to throw you now."

I preceded to throw her with all my strength above me.

Gwen gracefully spun in the air, flying almost 15 feet in high. Once she reached peak height, her bow was already in her hands with three arrows notched. They were summoned from the necklace she wore, a gift from her late brother, Ben.