The Next Generation

Chapter 17 - Kas

The plan worked perfectly. Each titan dropped their hostages and roared, charging at each other and battling until all I could see of them was flailing limbs and flashes of light, as they destroyed everything in their path. Once or twice one would try to reach out to fight one of us, but they would only be pulled back by another, punching or kicking them. Lacy and Emmi seemed to be the only ones calm under pressure, because the two escorted crowds of watching mortals away from the sight, making up a random excuse, but otherwise, we could only get as far away as we could from the monsters.

The battle was complete and honest chaos. I could only manage to snatch a pair of silver framed, circular glasses, especially crafted for one purpose and one purpose only. I slipped them on as I dodged the brawling bodies of the Wandering Stars, hurdling over limbs, narrowly missing punches that were aimed in the wrong direction. I had to get to the others. These titans were in a league of their own, as sons of Nyx and Eos, we would never be able to fight them and win. So I had decided to turn to the alternative, my other hobby, that related with light.

Healing. I couldn't do much, but my long, nimble fingers were able to stitch a wound close, or remove a bullet smoothly, without shaking. How would light come into the mix, would you ask? Well, the glasses that I had just donned were meticulously created, so that, when I flashed a certain color of light, I could see their cells, and be able to know what was wrong, and how I could help. (Yes, she is a genderbent kid Elwin)

Riley was nearest to me, moaning in pain as her ankle was contorted into an unnatural position, one that I almost winced at seeing. It was a swollen purple, placed beside her in an ugly angle. Nothing a little ambrosia couldn't fix, though. I was ten feet. Leaping over the flailing limbs of the Titans, and fallen rubble, I multitasked and, holding my pack in my teeth, forcibly opened my container of ambrosia, already breaking off a chunk for the injured girl. Five feet. I was almost there, my glasses bouncing on the bridge of my nose, like a small girl in a bouncy castle, but these were just threatening to fall off. Swinging my pack back on to my back, I pushed them up, securing them in their not-so-safe-spot on my nose. I was so close I was already anticipating what she needed, and remembered my splint supply.

That's when things went wrong.

One of the Astra Planeta, who had somehow gotten out of his costume, so I would have the uncomfortableness of seeing the god buck naked, must have seen my dash, because before I could register it, a sharp, burning, pain erupted in my temple, sending me flying backwards, into a merchandise shop. I crumpled to the hard, gravelly sidewalk, and could feel blood trickling down my temple, a tell tale sign that things were not good. Staggering to my feet, I almost screamed as my arm flared with a agonizing pain of a thousand suns, but ignoring it, I gingerly limped towards Riley, her health before mine, trying to ignore the tricking blood down my temple, and so many other spots, and from the corner of my eye, the monster who hit me was maliciously licking my blood off of his dirty knuckles, the place where he had drawn it from. As he did, he glowed with a white aura, with shifts of color each second. The powers of my blood.

I ignored this, though it settled in me like a parasite, worming it way around me in worry. Finally, after clumsily stumbling over rocks and other objects, I reached her, and pushing up my new glasses, I flashed a red light over her body. Then purple, then blue. Though the girl whimpered when I checked how swollen her ankle was, she showed no other sign of being in pain, which I admired a lot. It took strength to overcome an injury like this.

"Alright," I murmured to her, trying to keep my voice down so they wouldn't come after us, while grabbing a few loose boards of wood, and my ace bandages from my pack

"I'm about to splint your ankle. So you have to hold still," She frowned, then winced, from her split lip.

"Why not just use ambrosia?" She asked weakly. I took a deep breath in, still preparing for my first in-battle-medical-service.