Anyone who knows Arya Jackson for more than five minutes knows her opinion of the world, and demigods not so fair place in it. Unfortunately, since the war Arya isn't that easy to get to know. To most she's little more than a legend.
Arya is fine w...
"Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end."
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20.
Old Dog, New Tricks
ACE FIGURED HE SHOULD BE IN CHARGE of taking down the gryphons. The flying menaces were annoying and only needed a few good shots to take them out of the air. Jason and Arya were taking on hoards of monsters at a time and not even having the audacity to break a sweat.
Piper was more his speed. She covered him from ground attacks while he fired one arrow after another into the heart and eye of each air-born monster. He had killed twenty of them when he ran out regular arrows.
When he turned back into the fight he realized he had missed something.
A whole entire Roman army had managed to make themselves present. Some were still crawling up from the fifteen foot opening that the earthborn had made. The fight should have been a little more even.
Except the Romans were doing a damn thing besides walking through monsters.
Ace grabbed three explosion arrows and fired them into three of the closest tunnels, collapsing them in and preventing any more monsters from coming out.
From one end of the room Jason was trying to order the ghost army, and failing.
On the other side of the room Arya was doing the same. With her the ghosts would at least acknowledge her, but once glance at her they would go back to just sauntering along.
Ace knocked a sonic arrow and fired it directly into the middle of what was left of the room. It sung a note when it landed causing all the monsters to double over and stop fighting.
"You're Greek!" He called over the masses to Arya, "they won't listen to you."
She cussed, then used the advantage to keep fighting her way through.
"What about me?" Jason called out.
The noise started to die down and the monsters started to come too.
Ace didn't have the answer.
"Romans! Form ranks!" Ace tried.
A few of them seem to heed his words, look at him and start sauntering over. They still weren't acting like the Romans they should be.
Ace knew deep down Cato would be able to command them if he were there.
Slinging his bow over his shoulder, he figured it was time to join the others. Apollo had told him he wouldn't be able to only use his bow on this mission. He had hoped Arya's teachings wouldn't fail him now.
Making the blades hot, he stepped into battle. Two impoussa came at him. He managed to evade one, while stabbing the other in the throat, then with a careful swing, impaled the other one through the stomach. He pulled out both blades just in time to block a nasty blow from a wild centaur and hack off two of it's legs before kicking it back into the pit.
