The Queens of Gotham

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"Leo turn this ship around stat! Dami, Mels, on me!" Things were going great until someone *glares at Leo* set themselves on fire from laughing to hard. And apparently that counts as breaking the laws of guest rights, because we're now stuck fighting the east wind. Do you know how hard it is to fight the wind?

The blasting gusts of wind were causing my ears to pop, much to my annoyance. How do you fight something we can't touch?

The ship lurched dangerously, making a sharp 180. My hair was tied back in a lazy bun. What can I say? I was a bit more focused on drawing my sword. A loud roar came from my right where a 6ft tall bear stood. Did I forget to mention that children of Loki can shapeshift? Well...Alex and Amelia that is. Samara thinks shapeshifting is selling their souls to Loki or something like that.

Amelia gives me a "What the f*ck are you looking at? Fight him" look and I nod. She runs at him on all fours before standing on her hind legs, clawing at him. Damian and I attacked from either side. I lunge forwards like a fencer, nailing him in between his ribs. If he were human sized, he'd be dead. But his ribs are probably as long as I am tall, so I have some work to do.

Slash, stab, duck. Stab, duck, sidestep. Attack again. Repeat. I think you get the gist. At some point, Leo used a ring of fire to surround him.

"Swear it."

"Fine. You demigods and ex-assassins are so touchy,yeash. I, Apheliotes, the majestic god of the east wind, swear on the River of Styx that I will help you fight on the front lines." We watch as his sulking form disappears. The world will see this battle as a freak hurricane. I see it as 'I really need a bath now.'

Time skip:
I run a hand through my wet (and now leafless) hair as I approach Damian who was polishing the sword I leant him so he can kill monsters. (And by that, I mean 'borrowed' from the armory.)

"Hey Dami. It's a nice night now that we aren't being terrorized by an angry wind god."

"<Tt> That's an understatement."

"Hey, I know we haven't really gotten a chance to celebrate...well...anything become of the drama that's been going on. And I think I owe you at least 18 years of presents, but a sword will have to do." Using my powers, I pull a sword out of the shadows. "It's Stygian iron. It works on mortals and mythical stuff alike. And it should be way better balanced than that sword you're holding. Probably because it hasn't been sitting in the armory for only Thor knows how long." A loud rumble came from the sky and we both glanced up. " I take it back. Even he doesn't know. Well...uh merry Christmas?"

"It's gorgeous. Does it have a name?"

"It's a she. And yes. What type of monster doesn't name an object that'll save his life? Her name is σκιά απεργία. (a/n: pronounced skiá apergía) It's greek for Shadow strike. But you could always change the name if you don't like it."

"Ominous ...just the way I like it." We spent the rest of the evening sitting on the ledge, just chatting.