Perseus Jackson: Titan of The Hunt

CH4: Clash of Titans

(Percy)

"Come now Perseus, we both know that is not my real name. Lord Hades told me of my real identity and past." The armoured titan deadpanned.

"Yeah, but Bob is so much easier to say than Iapetus isn't it." I quipped back at the scowling figure.

"And what is up with calling me Lord Perseus, you're the Titan I am just a demigod." I asked remembering his introduction just as Annabeth finally caught up with me. Gods she needed to work out more, it was only a half mile sprint after all, not that I was going to tell her that. After all she knew my weak point.

"So, Percy who is this? You didn't tell me before you ran off and punched the bull in the nose." She asked panting before straightening up and studying the heavily armoured figure next to me.

"Iapetus meet Annabeth, Annabeth meet Iapetus, Titan of the Underworld and Lord of the West or as I prefer to call him Bob" I joked smiling as she looked shocked at first and then confused at why I was calling him Bob. However, I didn't feel like we had time to explain as I felt a presence approaching from between the enemy horde.

As we looked down the channel in the enemy ranks, we could see a harsh light approaching silhouetted by two armoured figures the size of Iapetus. As the figures approached, I recognized them: one I had directly fought before and the other I had dreamt about back during the Titan War.

"My brothers approach." Iapetus stated grimly looking as the two finally cleared the monsters' front ranks and we found ourselves facing off against them. The first was Hyperion, Titan Lord of Light and Lord of the East, his body was once again as if he were a living flame except for his bronze armour and weapon, personally if I could control fire that spear would have been wreathed in flames, but I was not about to give him any more ideas. Down here in the pit there was no way I would be able to summon a Hurricane again to help me beat him.

The other figure was clad in black armour that seemed to be encrusted with distant stars and seemed to have a ram's horns that could only be Krios, Lord of the South and Titan of Constellations, last I heard Jason had defeated him in the Romans invasion of Mount Orthrys not that I knew how he had defeated him then. We probably should have exchanged stories more after we had our memories returned, however there simply had been no time back on the Argo II.

"Well, well, well if it isn't our traitor brother and the 'Heroes of Olympus' really Iapetus, mother is disappointed with you for allying with those foolish gods. You could still join us, Gaia shall forgive you if you help us capture these two and help her rise again, then we and Giants shall rule the world again." Krios declared towards his younger sibling. For a second, I was worried that he would agree with his brother and turn against us as well. However, after a few seconds he took a deep breath and shook his head.

"I see that you are still as naïve now as we were in the past when we would listen to Kronos and follow his orders without question. Gaia does not want to rule the world, she wants to destroy everything up there. To wipe the slate clean of everything we have accomplished over the millennia, there would be nothing worth ruling you fool, just an endless forest covering the globe, populated by unintelligent life forms. You don't strike me as one in tune with nature Krios unless those horns are not just for show." Iapetus snapped back at the Titan who looked indignant in response.

"Fool you have sealed your fate; you will fade along with those foolish gods when mother destroys Olympus. At least I now see that Atlas got his stupidity from you, only a fool would willingly serve on the losing side of a war." Hyperion replied outraged before levelling his spear point at his brother's chest causing us to point our own weapons back at them. I decided to stick with Riptide, I felt more comfortable with the bronze blade as Maelstrom still felt large and unruly compared to the smaller sword. I had not had any practice with it yet and it would likely be one hades of a surprise to my opponent if I did decide to use it. Annabeth drew her knives in each hand and held them in a standard reverse grip or ice pick stance.