The Son Of Asclepius, Doctor of Divinity

Standoff

By the time (Y/N) awoke he came to a few realisations. One, that was the second best feeling of his life. Two, he had no idea how long he'd been unconscious for and three he still couldn't see out of his left eye. Lifting himself up, he checked himself over for any unseen injuries. No broken bones, no failing organs, not even a scratch. 

But there was still the issue of Gaia. Should he tell anyone about her waking up? Probably not, especially with this deal they had made. Speaking of the deal, he didn't like how it had been phrased. He owed a primordial a favour? It couldn't end well. But he had to have taken it, or else he wouldn't be here.

Shaking himself down, he cracked his fingers and thought of where he needed to be. When he snapped though, nothing happened. He didn't whisk away to another place, he didn't vanish into thin air. Instead, he just awkwardly stood there.

Frowning, he tried again. Nothing. What the Hades? Reaching into the air next to him, he attempted to summon his staff. Key word being attempted. He held his hand out, but it remained empty. Great, he had lost his powers. Now he'd have to walk. Sighing and wiping his forehead, he turned around and began to walk.

It took a while to get back to the Empire State building. He hid in the shadows and ran across roof tops, not willing to take any risks of getting attacked whilst weak. He felt a little like when he was a demi-god, everything just felt a little more clear.

It was refreshing to run and jump again. Yes, he was still fighting and other activities with his family, but he had gotten used to teleporting around. He really should use his legs more often. 

As the camp got in sight, something else did too. The sound of an army marching and the flags of Kronos. Sneaking across the roof edge, he saw another nightmare below. Hundreds of monsters marching in sync, weapons already drawn and armour on. He had just incapacitated their leader, why where they already on the march...

"Gamisou." (Greek for 'f*ck)

At the head of the forces in the same ceremonial golden chariot was the king of the titans. How in the name of Olympus had he been healed so fast? Sure, (Y/N) hadn't done any really destructive damage, but that kick should've put him out of action for at least half a day. The only explanation to such a fast healing time is if Luke's body was no longer mortal. If Kronos was...

If Kronos was emerging to his own physical form. If that was the case, things were about to get bad. Like the end of Olympus bad. 

He was tempted to try and cause a little trouble, jump in and cut a few throats, but quickly remembered his lack of powers. But he still had to do something to slow them down. 

Looking around, he searched for something to use, something that would do anything. Scraps of trash, weeds, a few potted plants. Nothing obvious. But he'd worked with less. 

Digging his fingers into the side of the building, he began to rip out the bricks that made it. At least he still had his strength. He kept at it until he had at least 15, and looked over the edge again, watching the army march by. 

He raised two of the bricks in his hand and took aim at the back of Kronos' head. Then he threw them. They sailed through the air and hit their targets, one hitting the titans back and the other smashing into a giant's head. He fell to the floor unconscious.

Kronos turned around just as (Y/N) ducked to hide. 

"Who dares!" he roared.

As the tyrant began to search through the crowd the son of Asclepius jumped to another building and threw again. Again, they smacked two targets and Kronos' head spun around.