𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 (𝙹.𝙶.) [𝟷]

1.2

MAE'S FRIENDS WITH A POTENTIALLY HOMICIDAL BLONDE

"Fuck," was the first word that ran through Mae's mind.

She couldn't hit the storm spirit, and there was no chance of winning this fight alone. If only Percy were here. He could control water, and he could've disperse them with the molecules in the air.

But right now, it was just her, Hedge, Jason, Leo, and Piper, and she had no idea what Jason was capable of. He seemed oddly calm, unlike Leo and Piper, who were clearly panicking.

Mae's mind raced. Piper was busy trying to fend off one of the storm spirits, while the other one advanced on Mae. She raised her blades, even knowing it was useless at this point.

"Great," she muttered to herself. "Just what I needed, a wind demon in my face."

Dylan, the storm spirit, laughed maniacally. "What's the matter, little demigod? Out of tricks?"

Mae smirked, a spark of defiance in her eyes. "Oh, I've got plenty of tricks. Just deciding which one to use on your ugly mug."

Jason glanced over, clearly concerned. "Mae, be careful!"

Mae rolled her eyes. "I can protect myself, cat eyes!"

Before anything could happen, Mae noticed Dylan raise his hand, arcs of electricity running between his fingers. He pointed his hand towards Jason.

"Jason! Watch out!" she yelled.

Before the blonde could react, 'Bang!' The lightning bolt shot straight through his body and blasted off his left shoe. His toes were black with soot.

Mae felt anger course through her body as a memory resurfaced, causing a slight headache. Unconsciously, she recalled a boy with black hair and tan skin being killed right in front of her—a memory that made her blood boil. She didn't understand why she felt so overprotective of the boy and now Jason, but there was no time to dwell on it.

The storm spirits were laughing. The winds raged. Piper was screaming defiantly, but it all sounded tinny and far away.

Brushing off the thought, Mae knew she had to act. She couldn't afford to hesitate. The fire within her flared up like a volcano erupting. Focusing her rage, she extended her hand, flames erupting and engulfing the first storm spirit that was blocking her path.

The storm spirit shrieked as it was consumed by the fire, dissipating into the air in the form of gold powder.

"NO!" Dylan yelled in anger. "How dare you!"

Mae took a deep breath, the flames dancing around her fingers like eager pets. "Alright, Sparky," she muttered, glaring at Dylan. "Time to turn up the heat."

She quickly dashed to Jason's side, her movements fluid and almost dance-like as she slid under the storm spirit's legs like a seasoned acrobat avoiding a clumsy dance partner. Landing next to Jason and quickly assessed him for injuries, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise at his relatively unscathed appearance.