Ashes of Love and War - TodoMomo

||Chapter 2 ~ Part 2||

The Spartan demigod was Ares' favorite son and renowned for his battle prowess. Every Trojan knew his name. He had taken down a whole battalion at the beginning of the war when he had only been sixteen.

He had burned them all.

His gray eyes swept impassively over the scene, and he stepped closer, making his way across the square.

Momo shivered.

"Get away," he said, his voice a low and even baritone. The men hesitated, and he touched his sword's hilt in warning.

A brave Athenian stepped forward. Momo couldn't see his face but suspected when he spoke that he was young.

"Fuck you, Todoroki. This is our kill. We were here first." His voice held the confidence of youth. He must have thought because they outnumbered the Spartan that he was safe.

Todoroki's voice lowered. "On what basis do you think you can fight me?"

Momo shuddered, and the man cowered back at the deathly edge in the Spartan's tone.

"Fuck. Just leave it. Don't mess with Ares' brat," an angry voice said from near her. Suddenly, her spear was wrenched from her hands.

She had let her guard down.

Momo's eyes widened, and she jerked back, but not fast enough as a hand roughly grabbed her sprained wrist. Momo gasped, both in shock and pain.

"We'll just take her then." The words had barely left the Athenian's mouth when the soldier stilled. His hold on her wrist went slack, and he dropped dead at her feet. A sword with a red hilt protruded from his forehead. The Athenians froze in surprise as the warrior hit the ground.

Then Todoroki moved, and there was chaos.

He was as deadly as the stories had said. He killed everyone, showing no mercy as he worked his way through the soldiers.

He slammed his hand on the ground and ice erupted from the earth. Six Athenians were immediately impaled. Screaming. He stood back up.

His movements were fluid, like a dancer. No wasted movement, no hesitation. He made it look effortless as he picked the warriors off one by one with deadly precision.

It was utterly terrifying.

A warrior charged. He slashed at him, intending to cleave the demigod in half. Todoroki slipped low, under the sword. He pulled a short dagger from the soldier's side and slammed it into his throat. The man died, choking on his own blood.

Todoroki skimmed the ground and picked up a fallen warrior's sword. Another attacker came from behind him, and he spun, avoiding the strike. He brought the weapon down, cutting off the Athenian's arms.

Momo just stared. Fear unlike anything she had ever experienced gripped her heart. It felt like she had been frozen, rooted to her spot, unable to move a muscle as she watched him tear through the remaining men.

He blocked another attack, sliding the other warrior's sword off his own with a resounding clash of metals. Then, with a quick movement, the demigod cut off the man's head. It hit the ground with a heavy thud, and Momo realized that he had been the last one. No one was left, only the sickening stench of blood and smoke. He had killed them all.

Todoroki paused. He took a deep breath and threw the sword to the ground. Then he turned towards her, and his eyes flashed.

Ice curdled in her veins.

Blood speckled his face and covered his armor. He was intimidating, but it was his eyes that scared her the most. During the fight, his gaze had been cold, almost impassive, but now, as he looked at her with those steel-gray eyes, all she saw was a gluttonous possessiveness reflected back at her.