Wrath of a Halfblood (A Percy Jackson Fanfic)

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The moment Ares swore on the River Styx, lightning struck in the distance. Thunder chanted the validity of his oath as he took his stance. It was casual, his feet weren't planted nor were his arms flexed in the slightest. 

He stood in a way that was habit for a warrior but nothing about his posture showed that he was at all concerned about the outcome of the fight. 

Arrogance was always his mistake. 

Percy sprung into action, and suddenly she was back in New York. She was alone on the front lines fighting titans and demigods alike. She could hear the distant screams of her fellow campers as they defended Olympus from Chronos. 

Her sword cut through the air like a fish through the water. Her blade clashed with another and she moved faster. She felt the ache in her arms as a stronger being stuck down at her but she did not yield, allowing the seawater to give her strength. She couldn't think she just moved. Fight, survive, and save them all. The curse of Achilles flowed through her veins. She needed to bring them all down, she needed to get to Annabeth. 

Annabeth?

 She was no longer in New York. 

Now she was back in Tartarus. No rest. Move faster. Strike harder. Don't stop or she'll die. 

Monsters surrounded her and she had to move faster. The moment she stopped fighting she was done for. She dodged a claw not allowing it to touch her skin. She rolled to avoid another. 

Another ancient titan approached, Chronos-bane they called her. They threatened Annabeth. 

Wrath.

All she felt was wrath. Deep and feral as she got in closer. The same wrath she felt when that titaness hurt Annabeth. The same wrath when she decided to see how much misery misery could take.  The same all-consuming, destructive wrath that only an immortal could know. 

The monster swung its claws and for just a moment, its arrogance had cost it and its side was left unprotected. 

She through her body inward and pushed her body weight behind riptide. 

It was then that the deepest pit of Hades fell silent and the light returned to her vision. She wasn't in New York. She wasn't in Tartarus. She was right on the shore of Troy. 

She felt the warm liquid sink down through her fingers and she sunk her sword to the hilt in Ares' side. 

The fates smiled as the slight glow of golden flecks in her sea-green eyes faded, golden blood decorated her hands as she stumbled back, gasping for breath. 

Ares fell to his knee, grasping at his bleeding side. 

She had moved too quickly, she had fought better than any mortal could, she had withstood the full brunt of his strength. Sure he had been arrogant and just defended at first, but even when he actually started trying he struggled against her. 

She fought like a woman possessed. She had been overcome with madness, ignoring his taunts as she silently pursued him. 

He had gotten angry and swung his sword for her head only for her to duck and shove her blade directly beneath his ribs and into his belly. 

He was stunned, he was furious. 

"You dare!" He panted, holding his side as it stitched itself back together. "I will never forgive this defiance. I will have your-"