Demigods and Family (Mianite)

VII - Josh

Chapter 7 - A Dianitee's Brawls

Even with Tom's ADHD-like personality, Tom was never this distracted.

I don't know how, but the 2 other Dianites (Tony and Tom) somehow decided to mentally attack me. I wasn't okay with it, because I wasn't 100% ready for them (not in that way you fucking perverts, marking you in the list under the title 'Who I'll probably met in Hell') I was alright with it though, it could improve my skills as well as Tony's and Tom's, who knows. I can still always be better than them nerds.

Blocking Tony's side attack, but Tom was quick to take action and swing his sword. I ducked my head and quickly Tony ducked under Tom's blade and kicked my ribs, making me fall to the ground. It hurt a bit, but being a Dianitee: I have to resist to the pain. It'll probably leave a bruise or something hopefully. Getting up quickly to my feet, something caught Tom's eyes and he stared for at whatever he's staring at for a quick second before looking at us back.

"Are we alright?" Tony asked to all 3 of us. We may be sons of Dianitees, but we need to make sure we're alright and still alive, or if we need to stop for a second to cool off or something on those lines.

"I'm fine, what about you?" I asked Tom, as I nudged his arm. Tom was still staring at whatever he was staring at before. He looked shaken but he shook his head and give us his devious smile. Before saying he was alright. Before anything, I have one of the worst visions ever, I cannot see for a life (to clarify I'm nearsighted). So, if I could try to see where Tom was staring at; it'll be blurry as hell and yeah. It's fucking pointless to even try to attempt.

Tom was staring at his 'sightings' again. Tony looked this time to his curiousity. I was still curious of what he was staring at. Tony smirked.

"Tom, if you really want to look there. You better take a picture, it'll last longer." I was still completely clueless of what they are hinting at. Tony looked at me with pity before explaining in Latin. "Thomas truces ad Novus." I let out a small giggle. "Puto Tom est questus invidia." Tony added to the fire of Latin words. I chuckled.

Tom looked pretty confused at us, it's funny because he cannot understand Latin.

"Tom esse vehementer, ille verus Dianite filius." I added, as Tony managed a laugh. Tom doesn't look very amused of us talking in Latin.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know." Tom murmured as he tries to act like he 100% understand.

"We're being sarcastic." Tony and I replied in sync. Tom rolled his eyes.

"Dudes, really. What did you say?" Tom asked with his voice in a desperate-like tone with lacing his words with annoyance.

"I just said you were verus Dianite filius." I answered with a smirk tugged my lips, I can tell that Tony was trying his best to not laugh.

"WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT BLOODY MEAN YOU BLOODY RETARDS!?" Tom screeched, his accent makes his words sound like "WOT THE PUCK DOES DAT BLOODY MEAN YE BLOODY RETERDS!?". Tony cannot contain himself and he started to laugh.

"It means, you're the true Dianite's son." I answered before Tom's head can pop out because of frustration. Me and Tony smiled innocently as Tom tried to calm himself down because of the frustration of me and Tony being too stubborn for his own liking. Tom weakly rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, Beckay, let's get back to training. 2v1, me verse you stepbros." With that, the 3 of us started to fight. Having a 2v1 with me and my twin brother verses our step-brother.

It was a bit challenging because; me and Tony are fairly good at combat. Tony is with 2 short-swords and myself with a long-sword. But Tom on the other hand, he's fucking reckless. Okay look for the fucking keyword. RECK-LESS. Do you see the words? Because I hope you do, if not I'll make I'll send you send to the eye doctor after your hospital appointment for your bruises and cuts for being an idiot that was softly given from me. Anyways, I hope you're back on track. So, Tom is just reckless and doesn't care. I don't know how to explain it, I think it's because of him becoming one of the best of Dad's warriors. I think it's just getting to his head. I suggest to make a tin-foil hat for him, but Tom says to fuck off.