Kronos VS Striker!! The Curse of The Giants!!

Striker looked up. "Half-blood and titan, the attack force is finally assembled… about time!" He said as he pushed harder onto Hephaestus whose knees buckled.

Quickly, Striker followed with a kick, sending him flying into the side of the volcano. He locked eyes with Sky and exhaled.

ZAP! Suddenly he was standing over Sky, his sword raised above his head ready to finish Sky with a decisive blow.

"Chronostasis!" Kronos shouted as he snapped his fingers, freezing the giant in his tracks.

"Sky, move!" Kronos shouted as Sky suddenly leaped out of the way of the giant.

CRACK! CHINK!! White cracks appeared on the body of Striker. Slowly they grew in length before a white glass like armor around his body shattered, allowing him to finish his attack on the barren ground.

"So that's what it feels like to be frozen in time… how interesting..." Striker looked at Kronos who was already breathing deeply.

"Why're you already panting Kronos?" Striker asked.

He pulled back his blade and held it there until it began to vibrate violently. "Thunder Skewer!" He said as he thrust it forwards.

"Come!" Kronos threw his hand forwards allowing his scythe to appear.

WHAM!! The two weapons clashed, cracking the ground nearby as another crater slowly formed. After absorbing a bulk of the attack, Kronos brought his body inwards before throwing it open, flinging Striker into the sky.

"Rift Maker!" He shouted as he quickly sliced downwards with his scythe, severing Striker's right arm, neck and head from the rest of his body, as well as the few clouds in the sky.

Thud! Bonk! The two pieces of the giant's body landed on the ground.

Slowly Kronos relaxed as he walked over to where Sky was on the ground. "Are you ok?" He asked as he extended his hand.

Sky grabbed a hold of it and pulled himself up. "Yeah..." He said, staring at the two freshly cut mounds of flesh before him.

The two of them made their way to where Prometheus was knelt down. From the volcano Hephaestus made his way there as well. Now the four of them watched as Prometheus grimaced while holding his side.

"It's not over… he has the blood of Porphyrion in him..." Prometheus croaked as Kronos heaved him up, slinging one of his arms over his shoulder.

"Wow, that's pretty bad." Kronos said almost in joy as he stared at the giant gash carved into Prometheus' flank.

"Glad to see someone is back to their senses..." Prometheus managed a smile.

"This isn't a worry though, it'll heal in a few minutes… that should be our primary concern." He pointed at the two giant flesh mounds that had now started to move.

"That was a powerful attack…" Striker said, his body still in two pieces.

With a quick push Striker rose onto his right arm while the other half of his body now stood on his legs. He pushed again and landed atop his torso. His blood hissed as the two pieces of his body started to join together until they became whole again.

"The blood of the giants..." Hephaestus mumbled.

"Indeed, blacksmith of the heavens," Striker replied, "I won't fall for that again."

"You see, like the giants he can't be killed or wounded unless it's by someone of the same blood..." Prometheus explained, "I've tried a lot of things, even incinerating his body into nothing but he keeps coming back."

Striker reached for the heavens. Dark storm clouds formed above, dancing and flickering with lightning. "Overcharge." He spoke as a monstrous bolt of lightning slammed down onto him.

This sent a large cloud of dust and dirt flying everywhere, obscuring the sights of the four fighters. When everything had settled they all grimaced. Standing before them was a nightmare. Striker's hair had loosened and his clothes singed, revealing solid steel armor. His hair stood perfectly straight up as small bolts of lightning danced between it. Through his steel armor, the bulge and growth of his muscles could be seen.

"I will no longer take any risks, having the four of you together is already dangerous enough." He said.

"Heph Boy, we need time." Prometheus stood up and turned to Hephaestus, his wound almost completely healed.

Hephaestus nodded. He walked forwards a few steps before he started glowing. After the glow had faded he was dressed in full gold armor with a giant donkey head at his belt. He threw his hand to his side and grabbed thin air. As he pulled a giant warhammer appeared, almost the same size as him and glowing in red flames.

"I'll only be able to buy you a few minutes at best, fighting isn't my strong suite!" He said as he ran forwards.

Prometheus turned to Kronos. "Now, listen to me very carefully… you may not like this..."