Son of Jashin (Naruto/Percy Jackson)

Chapter 27: Abigail and Walt

Power mad was the only way to describe Clair. It wasn't necessarily her fault, it was simply the way The Game had been set up. Acquire power, desire more. Percy was fine after he killed Tyler because he was already unhinged, and while Clair was unhinged as well, what with her finding joy in listening to people scream as they burned to death, she was not as unhinged as Percy. Meaning:

She wasn't mentally prepared for the addictive effects, and was now suffering from it.

Clair blurred through the streets of Manhattan, what was left of them after Percy flattened the terrain. For the fun of it, she was trailing fire. Not her black flames, but regular fire. Fire from Zia. She was hunting down Walt. Geographically, they should have been right next to each other, since she took the Brooklyn Bridge, and Walt took the Manhattan, and for those that don't know New York roadways (or are too lazy to get on a map), those two bridges were literally right next to each other.

However, things get mixed up in war time, and Walt made it away from the bridge, and Clair had to go and find the descendant of Tut.

He wasn't exactly hiding.

Walt was sitting on top of a rubble mound in a meditation stance. Legs crossed, fists pressed together, eyes closed, breathing even.

"You killed Zia," he said.

"And I'm going to kill you too."

Walt's eyes snapped open, and bolts of lightning flew from his irises. Clair was too slow and was struck by the lightning. She screamed and convulsed, but her screaming turned into sadistic laughter. She stopped convulsing and vanished, and lightning erupted from Walt, striking out in all directions, blowing through rock and stone and debris, blowing up everything around him.

It was a defensive tactic to keep Clair away.

Now, Walt hadn't been attached to Zia, at all, in any way. They were complete strangers up until literally less than an hour ago, and even upon meeting they didn't quote 'hit it off.' He just felt drawn to her in that inexplicable way. But that was it. Drawn. Not hooked. Not feeling anything for her. His attacking and defending from Clair wasn't out of revenge or a desire for vengeance.

It was self-preservation, pure and simple. He was being attacked, and so he defended. She was coming for his head, he intended to keep it. He didn't want to kill her, because if that happened, then he would have to deal with Percy, and he did not want to deal with Percy.

But Walt Stone wasn't one to run from a fight, regardless of who he was fighting.

He cut of his electrical attack and rose to his feet. He knew where Clair was, he could sense her bioelectricity. And he was engulfed in lightning and chakra, the Lightning Armor, and he attacked. Clair dove out of the way, and Walt was on her like stink on shit. Clair dodged, ducked, dove, dipped, and dodged all over the place, blurring from one location to another, narrowly avoiding Walt each time, but that window was getting smaller and smaller...until Clair put on the chakra and smacked Walt away with force only capable of a Shinto demigod with two souls in them.

The son of Raiden smashed threw a few hundred feet of debris, but came barreling out of the dust cloud an instant later with enough speed to disperse the cloud. Clair flipped above him and slashed with her red-hot sword. The blade met Walt's Lightning Armor, and there was an explosion, but neither was injured nor damaged.

There was no moment of rest or respite, as both demigods immediately resumed their battle, only this time it was much more intense, as it was only close quarters instead of a cat and mouse game. Walt blocked and punched and kicked. Clair slashed and sliced and parried. A deadly engagement of high speed action it was, with flashes and streaks of blue and red and the two connected between sword and fist.