DA : Chapter 103: Angels of Death III

His entire body glowed with the white light of his domains, white lightning arcing along the armor, wings, and blade all the same. The true form of his manifestation, a more neutral representation of what his divine form might look like while also bringing to bare the power of his domains.

A form that allowed optimal control even while letting them be seen by mortals without the risk of vaporizing them, though they couldn't tolerate his presence for too long.

And more than enough power to rip apart one rampant titan.

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With that thought in mind Jason flapped his wings. Hyperion barely reacted in time to bring his sword up before Jason's sword collided with another explosion of light and power. Hyperion grit his teeth, his arms trembling as he looked at Jason's face … or whatever he could make out through the blinding light.

Jason remained impassive though as he gave a shove, pushing the titan measuring five times his size, and bringing around a savage kick that nailed Hyperion in the lower ribs. A sickening crack was Jason's reward as the titan was sent flying, punching through the clouds as Jason gave chase.

In a blur of light he was upon the titan and with a spin, swung Revelation down, nearly decapitating the titan if said deity hadn't brought his sword up and deflected part of the shot enough to only graze part of the helmet along the cheek.

Jason wasn't stopping though as he swung again just as the titan managed to arrest his momentum, this time the strike coming overhead as the titan raised his own sword with both hands to hold the attack. The collision was nothing short of monstrous, ripping apart the clouds around them as Hyperion fell to one knee and grit his teeth.

"Damn you," he growled as he flared more of his power only for Jason to equal it.

"You already damned yourself," Jason replied, his voice sounding far older and tempered with the weight of his power. He then took one hand of his sword, said hand crackling loudly with white lightning. "Harming her was your last mistake."

Before the titan could say anything to that Jason struck, his flat hand latching onto Hyperion's shoulder and discharging enough voltage to kill a herd of elephants, the titan releasing a blood curdling scream of pain as the white electricity viciously coursed through his body.

Hyperion's defense faltered through the pain and Jason capitalized, using a flap of his wings and impressive mid-air acrobatics to flip around, nailing Hyperion over the head with his armored heel.

The helm dented under the pressure before Hyperion was launched straight down like a comet of burning gold, evaporating the remains of the clouds beneath them as Jason tugged his wings close before plummeting after him.

He noticed the titan regaining some semblance of balance even if he didn't try to stop his fall, instead looking at Jason with a snarl of rage and swinging his enormous blade repeatedly. Each swing launched arcs of golden light formed into blades capable of cutting even mountains into ribbons.

Jason for his part didn't hesitate to maneuver through and around them, occasionally flicking Revelation across the blades to disperse them with little fanfare.

He closed the distance quickly, aiming another stab that Hyperion managed to deflect as Jason came within inches of him. In that moment Hyperion lashed out with a wild hook, managing to nail Jason across the side getting a grunt from the primordial but little more as his manifested armor took the rest.

Growling in annoyance Jason swung just as Hyperion did, the blades colliding and forcing the two deities away from each other. Both stabilized soon enough before charging again, each attacking with absolute intent to kill as their movement went beyond mortal comprehension.

Their bodies only blurs of white and gold, their swords all but invisible aside from the sparks of each collision. Jason calmed his previously rushed thoughts and let his years spent under the tutelage of Uranus and Aether to guide him, using his own self-created style derived of European swordsmanship and the Roman basis of his roots.

Short and fast stabs with minimal movement, both hands being used for maximum handle, mixed with the occasional hard, relatively slower swings to press the titan.

He didn't so much as smirk as more and more injuries appeared on the titan, staining his burning armor with liquid gold that dripped off them and fell to the earth below. A cut across the titan's thigh, a stab to the shoulder just shy of the collar bone, part of a bracer being nearly cleaved in two, and another slash that cut off the lower chin cover of Hyperion's helm and the skin beneath.

With each cut Jason would notice the titan grimace before a glow surrounded the injury and then it would be gone in seconds … but with every moment spent healing, the titan's overall glow dimmed if only slightly.

Jason wasn't unscathed either, Hyperion having landed a clean cut across the thinnest cover over Jason's right bicep and one random kick that nailed Jason straight in the chest, winding him to the point he needed to break off for but a moment to recover.

Both deities were starting to breathe hard, Hyperion more so as they flew or floated several meters away from each other. Only the stains of gold and platinum ichor gave any indication of where each was injured at one point. As Jason readied his sword he noted where it had been easier to break past the guard of the titan.

He could increase his size to match the titans or assume his own godly form and completely dwarf said titan but the advantage wouldn't really go to him.

Yes he could call more of his power to bare if he increased his size, at least by volume, but being a smaller target let him out maneuver the titan better. Only fools would think that increasing the raw power outage would make a battle decisive.

Jason and his fellow ex-demigods were proof that just because you were smaller and relatively weaker didn't mean you couldn't bring down gods … and that was without considering that he could still command more power than Hyperion in this state regardless.

He was broken out of those thoughts however as Hyperion caught his second wind before slashing his sword and launching a massive arc of golden light nearly spanning six stories in height at Jason. He raised his sword against it, grunting slightly under the force of the impact as the searing light angrily pushed against him but he held firm.

He flared light through his sword and cut through Hyperion's attack but as he did so, he failed to notice how close Hyperion had gotten. He gasped in surprise as the titan appeared right over him with the sword swinging down.

Jason reacted on sheer instinct, his wings clamping up over his head to form a dome of feathers before he felt the collision. It almost sounded like a meeting of steel even as the pressure of the hit jarred his wings and traveled through his upper back and into his body.

The force combined with the positioning of his wings guaranteed that the blow sent him tumbling down.

As Hyperion gave chase with a fierce battle cry he was vaguely aware that their descent was getting them closer to land, their battle having moved over a hundred miles as they collided again and again.

However instead of trying to break the fall Jason turned in the air, letting his wings randomly expand for only a moment. It was enough though to suddenly slow him as Hyperion overshot and passed him before Jason flapped after him.

The titan only managed to around with his sword to partially block Jason's stab but not the knee following it. His armored knee buried itself into the titan's gut making him spit out ichor as he was launched even faster to the earth with a boom of air pressure.

Hyperion had already dropped lower than the two thousand feet and was only gaining velocity. Too agitated in the state of combat Jason moved on auto-pilot, his right arm pulling back as white lightning angrily churned around his fist and he dove after the titan while Revelation was switched into a reverse grip in his left.

Hyperion saw him coming and deftly tried to swing his own claymore at him but Jason used his sword to block the edge, the sound of metal grinding in his ear as he slipped closer to the immense titan.

He saw Hyperion's glowing eyes widen just before his fist impacted the titan straight in the sternum with an explosion of light and the crackling of lightning, accelerating the titan even further before Jason expanded his wings to abruptly break his fall.

And not a moment too late as the primordial managed to pull to a stop, much to the protest of his aching wings, merely a few hundred feet off the ground at best while Hyperion landed like a true meteor.

Heat and light erupted in a wave, the ground shaking and leveling the ground for hundreds of meters around him. It was only in the echo of rock shattering and dust settling that Jason finally caught the screams … hundreds of them.

His battle focused mind managed to snap out of it just enough for him to become aware of more than just his opponent and a vague awareness of the environment beyond immediate threats. His eyes widened within his hood of light as he realized that he and Hyperion had not been over empty grounds but a city, a densely populated one.

He managed to make out some of the rough architecture beyond the destroyed ground. Cobbled stone streets, buildings of mostly stone and brick with colors of rusted bronze, mellow amber, faded granite, and other warm earthen tones. A low channel with a small flowing river and some palm trees.

It only took him a moment to listen to both the screams and prayers running rampant around him, to understand the language spoken, and to read one fallen sign to assure himself where he was. Cordoba, Spain … and Hyperion had just crashed into the city's famous Mosque de Cordoba, also partially leveling the equally known cathedral.

'Oh gods,' he thought in horror as he looked around, easily picking out bodies partially buried under rubble, his hands starting to tremble as his throat became dry. 'H-Hestia! Rhea!' he mentally shouted as his head swiveled around quickly.

He didn't have to wait long before he felt both their minds meld to his.

'Jason, what's wrong!?' Rhea responded with Hestia right behind her.

'Listen to the area around me,' he replied shakily before noticing the top of a building crumpling … and two children tugging at their unconscious mother right beneath.

He didn't even think, simply reacting. In a split second he was over them, his wings forming a shield of protection while he barely winced as the building fell onto him.

The children, having ducked with screams of fear where huddled shakily to their mother, looked at him in equal parts fear and awe even though they couldn't see his face.

Their tear stained faces etched themselves into his memory before he flexed his wings, casually throwing off the rubble before glancing at their mother. Like them she was of tanned complexion with deep brown hair, partially matted by the blood dripping from the side of her head and all three covered in dust.

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Don't forget to throw some power Stones, to keep the story going.

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