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

Bronk Clears The Room

"Bronk! Why did you put a penny on my chair!?" I yelled at him.

I was standing on top of my table, my right hand on my hip, holding Bronk upside down by his left leg.

"It's nothing mate, I swear." Bronk begged. "It's just a common practice from my culture."

"Really?" I turned my attention to my fellow legionnaires. "Can someone explain to me Bronk's culture?"

Someone from the second cohort table shouted. "CRIKEY MATE. COULD YOU PUT ME DOWN LOVE!"

Everyone laughed. I turned to Max, who was sitting across from me. "Max, your Australian too. Is putting Pennies on other peoples seat common?"

Max shrugged. "I don't know mate." He said in a comical Australian accent.

Bronk's face was turning red from the blood rushing to his head. "Reyna, love. Could you please put me down?"

"Hmmmm, let me think..." I tapped my chin, pretending to think. "Romans! Should I put him down?"

Some shouted not to, others shouted to put him on the penny.

"Oh, that's a great idea." I looked down at Lelia, who stared at the penny like it was a bomb. "Muevela. Pro favor."

Lelia raised her hands and backed away as I requested. Bronk waved his hands. "Please no! I'm sorry love. Really I am!"

Someone in the crowd shouted. "Should have gotten me to do. She would have never caught a child of Mercury!"

"Shut up Mikey!" I said, causing the crowd to laugh. I tossed Bronk up and caught him by his arms.

He sighed in relief, then started panicking. "Please love, you don't want to do this. People are-"

I shushed him. "What's the penny do?"

Bronk began stuttering, but before we could get answer, we were interrupted.

"What's going on here?"

Everyone turned towards the entrance. Jason stood there, his purple cloak flowing behind him. Gwen stood behind him, shaking her head. Her hair stuck out in multiple directions, kind of like a Super Sayian.

Everyone immediately stood up and saluted Jason. Instinctively, I dropped Bronk, and did the same.

Bronk fell on the penny.

What happened next is what I can best describe as the loudest, wettest, most disgusting sounding fart of all time.

And it went on for a long time. A LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time.

Bronk cringed with each second that past.

I turned to him. "Really? It was a who- oh......... OH. Bellona have mercy. What is that smell!?"

Bronk shrugged and smiled mischievously. "Sorry, love."

People started gagging. Some threw up their food. The wind spirits struggled to keep up with all the projectile vomit, trying to blow it away. Which only made it worse. As the vomit would spray on other campers, forcing them to throw up.

Dakota, who had four or five "kool aids" jumped on his table to my right. "I can do better then *hick* that."

"DAKOTA NO!" Everyone shouted.

"ENOUGH!" Jason shouted. He spun around and thrust his hands in my direction. A rush of wind blasted the doors open behind him.

The winds somehow managed to take all the smell (and vomit), and condense it into a mini tornado. Well I ASSUMED it did. The smell was gone at least. Jason expertly used the winds to pick himself up. He flew around the tornado, motioning his hands as if to contain the "stinky" tornado. He stopped in front of me and thrust his hands towards the door.